When Birds Can’t Cry (RP)-
In a world with humans and monsters, there had been a war that lasted many years. No one was able to come out on top, monsters magic were unable to beat a humans raw manpower and humans were unable to beat the monsters sheer force that controlled their world. The ten leaders came to an agreement. Even though they didn’t like each other, they would stop the war in order to keep peace and stop the war from ruining their land. They declared peace but that hasn’t changed anything, there were humans who believed they were better than the monsters and monsters who despised human ways. When the first human-monster school opened up there was bullying and death threats sent to students, but the school wouldn’t close and the principal managed to save the students lives. That school is called Sylaster Academy and home to many students full with dorms and proper housing for hundreds. But on one fall day in the year 32XX in the middle of class, ten students were sent a text message at the exact same time. The students probably haven’t met each other, but when they are sent a code in order to stop the next Monster-human war, they are forced to work together and solve the many puzzles that are sent their way. Hand in hand they will be able to save society and maybe finally, there can peace for all.
///Monsters///
There are certain types of monsters, monsters with magic or monsters with body changing abilities. It is an extremely rare sight to see a monster with both of these abilities, that's why all thirteen of them have been documented. Most of them have passed away but there is still four alive. The monsters live longer than humans but are more susceptible to illnesses. They get sick easier and there are more rude comments aimed at them. Some monsters don't really look like humans, but they all have similar bone structure. But there are monsters that look like humans but have different skin texture or have claws at their hands. Monsters also can have children with humans and have hybrids but those are extremely rare and each hybrid isn't able to live extremely long, the oldest had been 27 until it died, which is extremely young for monsters. Young monsters and teenage monsters have necklaces that help contain their abilities and only a skilled craftsman can take off the necklace without causing harm to the monster. Monsters also have hard times paying attention and have trouble keeping memories under lock and key so they have to write down things so they can't forget them.
\\\Humans\\\
Now humans are complicated. They have no magical abilities yet they seem to be able to do well and find quick was out of troublesome situations. They can create weapons and learn all the weak points in monsters bodies. They are more fragile but can't get sick as easy as monsters can. They are quick thinkers and know what they are capable of and have good memory. They don't have any spikes or fur that mess up their clothes, but they have such short life spans. Humans are extremely prideful and think their better than others which cloud their judgement. They have more rights than monsters and can get away with things easier, which is hard for a monster to do. There are naturally more humans than monsters which is why humans managed to draw with the monsters.
===Sylaster Academy===
No one has seen the principal except the Vice-principal who is the face of the school, but rumor has it that she is one of the last hybrids alive. The rumor is that she started the school to get the fame of being the first human-monster school, but the Principal had other reasons to start the school. She poured her heart and soul into the school and when students got bullied, she would be there for them and protect them against the odds. Which was quite odd since no one has seen her face even though they can clearly remember her voice. She has eyes and ears going all around the school and knows when people are harassing her students. The Vice-principal was a monster but the students give him as much respect as they would the principal. The academy has large gates and a circular entrance. The statue of the Vice-principal with a hand on his shoulder stands in the middle of the circular entrance, and behind it is the entrance of the school. Large double doors lead to the main office and to either sides of the office is two large staircases which lead to classes. Some classrooms are empty, while many are full with teachers and students. Each student has their own schedule to match their interest. The roof access is locked, no one is allowed in the principal's office without consent or even close to that hallway. There is a breakfast lunch and dinner schedule and the dorms are next to the school outside. Each student has a dorm partner that has been assigned. It is very rare that students get expelled but there are hefty consequences for extremely bad students. Detentions are determined by teachers. The students are allowed to leave school on the weekends and holidays, but are expected back on time. There is a uniform but students are allowed to wear what they want on weekends. Winter Uniform consists of dark skirts that reach the knees for the girls unless if they ask for pants. They are allowed to wear anything underneath like leggings but nothing that's ripped. A blazer and a long white shirt for everyone and a tie or bow. Black flats and dark shoes for boys. Summer wear only consists of short sleeves and skirts or pants with the usual bow or tie. If monsters have tails or any sort of special needs met to their clothes then those needs must be tended to. Some monsters have special classes for when they grow up and so do some humans. Yet to have humans and monsters get along, their is a human and monster sharing dorm. You must have ask the school in order to have a separate dorm unless you have a disability that states otherwise.
~~~Rules~~~
1. No OP characters or Godmodding please, everyone has a weakness
2. Remember to respond and stay active to the RP, (Remember to Sub)
3. At least write a paragraph for your reply.
3. Only 1 character per person for now (I can change my mind if you ask nicely <3). Sadly there probably isn't any teacher roles, they'll just be some NPC's in the rp that-
Sycamore (Vellatrix) Human
Jasper (Vellatrix) Monster
Iris (ffloof) Monster
Adrianus (FutureChiken) Monster
Coriahn (SoulLugia11) Monster
XxXxXx
CLOSED- Teachers or background characters are accepted
Link to the Out of Character Chat to apply
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2593720/1#post_36851226
When Birds Can’t Cry (RP)-
In a world with humans and monsters, there had been a war that lasted many years. No one was able to come out on top, monsters magic were unable to beat a humans raw manpower and humans were unable to beat the monsters sheer force that controlled their world. The ten leaders came to an agreement. Even though they didn’t like each other, they would stop the war in order to keep peace and stop the war from ruining their land. They declared peace but that hasn’t changed anything, there were humans who believed they were better than the monsters and monsters who despised human ways. When the first human-monster school opened up there was bullying and death threats sent to students, but the school wouldn’t close and the principal managed to save the students lives. That school is called Sylaster Academy and home to many students full with dorms and proper housing for hundreds. But on one fall day in the year 32XX in the middle of class, ten students were sent a text message at the exact same time. The students probably haven’t met each other, but when they are sent a code in order to stop the next Monster-human war, they are forced to work together and solve the many puzzles that are sent their way. Hand in hand they will be able to save society and maybe finally, there can peace for all.
///Monsters///
There are certain types of monsters, monsters with magic or monsters with body changing abilities. It is an extremely rare sight to see a monster with both of these abilities, that's why all thirteen of them have been documented. Most of them have passed away but there is still four alive. The monsters live longer than humans but are more susceptible to illnesses. They get sick easier and there are more rude comments aimed at them. Some monsters don't really look like humans, but they all have similar bone structure. But there are monsters that look like humans but have different skin texture or have claws at their hands. Monsters also can have children with humans and have hybrids but those are extremely rare and each hybrid isn't able to live extremely long, the oldest had been 27 until it died, which is extremely young for monsters. Young monsters and teenage monsters have necklaces that help contain their abilities and only a skilled craftsman can take off the necklace without causing harm to the monster. Monsters also have hard times paying attention and have trouble keeping memories under lock and key so they have to write down things so they can't forget them.
\\\Humans\\\
Now humans are complicated. They have no magical abilities yet they seem to be able to do well and find quick was out of troublesome situations. They can create weapons and learn all the weak points in monsters bodies. They are more fragile but can't get sick as easy as monsters can. They are quick thinkers and know what they are capable of and have good memory. They don't have any spikes or fur that mess up their clothes, but they have such short life spans. Humans are extremely prideful and think their better than others which cloud their judgement. They have more rights than monsters and can get away with things easier, which is hard for a monster to do. There are naturally more humans than monsters which is why humans managed to draw with the monsters.
===Sylaster Academy===
No one has seen the principal except the Vice-principal who is the face of the school, but rumor has it that she is one of the last hybrids alive. The rumor is that she started the school to get the fame of being the first human-monster school, but the Principal had other reasons to start the school. She poured her heart and soul into the school and when students got bullied, she would be there for them and protect them against the odds. Which was quite odd since no one has seen her face even though they can clearly remember her voice. She has eyes and ears going all around the school and knows when people are harassing her students. The Vice-principal was a monster but the students give him as much respect as they would the principal. The academy has large gates and a circular entrance. The statue of the Vice-principal with a hand on his shoulder stands in the middle of the circular entrance, and behind it is the entrance of the school. Large double doors lead to the main office and to either sides of the office is two large staircases which lead to classes. Some classrooms are empty, while many are full with teachers and students. Each student has their own schedule to match their interest. The roof access is locked, no one is allowed in the principal's office without consent or even close to that hallway. There is a breakfast lunch and dinner schedule and the dorms are next to the school outside. Each student has a dorm partner that has been assigned. It is very rare that students get expelled but there are hefty consequences for extremely bad students. Detentions are determined by teachers. The students are allowed to leave school on the weekends and holidays, but are expected back on time. There is a uniform but students are allowed to wear what they want on weekends. Winter Uniform consists of dark skirts that reach the knees for the girls unless if they ask for pants. They are allowed to wear anything underneath like leggings but nothing that's ripped. A blazer and a long white shirt for everyone and a tie or bow. Black flats and dark shoes for boys. Summer wear only consists of short sleeves and skirts or pants with the usual bow or tie. If monsters have tails or any sort of special needs met to their clothes then those needs must be tended to. Some monsters have special classes for when they grow up and so do some humans. Yet to have humans and monsters get along, their is a human and monster sharing dorm. You must have ask the school in order to have a separate dorm unless you have a disability that states otherwise.
~~~Rules~~~
1. No OP characters or Godmodding please, everyone has a weakness
2. Remember to respond and stay active to the RP, (Remember to Sub)
3. At least write a paragraph for your reply.
3. Only 1 character per person for now (I can change my mind if you ask nicely <3). Sadly there probably isn't any teacher roles, they'll just be some NPC's in the rp that-
Sycamore (Vellatrix) Human
Jasper (Vellatrix) Monster
Iris (ffloof) Monster
Adrianus (FutureChiken) Monster
Coriahn (SoulLugia11) Monster
XxXxXx
CLOSED- Teachers or background characters are accepted
Link to the Out of Character Chat to apply
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2593720/1#post_36851226
The day may have began for others, but not completely for many others. The time was at 11:57 with no purpose in it at all. They were watching them all, as they press the send button to each and every one of them. Their eyes blinked in curiosity, for they had knew that it was the right decision to do this. It may be putting the lives of everyone in danger, but without the ten there would be no more life after this. They looked through the monitors, watching everyone receive their messages.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
It was 11:57 when the text came to Sycamore. That she remembers very clearly. Class was in their silent moments, each person studying for the test next week. Each person was skimming through the text books, flipping through the pages. She was filling out her study guide and preparing the test. Balancing her work, social life and her student council duties was difficult but she knew that she could do it. Suddenly a soft buzz could be heard throughout the room. She looked around, seeing if it was from anyone around her. That's when she locked eyes with the teacher. Her teacher was a tall, dominant Medusa Hybrid with Lamia sub-parts. Her sharp eyes, baring holes into Sycamore but she could only assume that she was looking at her due to her dark, sunglasses that hid her eyes from sight.
The only reason she's looking at me is if- Sycamore looked down at the bag that was hanging off the chair. Someone had texted her? Maybe it's a text from the student council was the first thing that came to mind, but she quickly dismissed that thought. They would wait for everyone to be on break or after school. She kept on pretending to read, waiting for the teacher to look over the class and slowly slip her phone out of her school bag. She places it in her lap, as she begins to read again. The teacher whipping her head to see Sycamore back at studying. When she finally turns back around, Sycamore quickly unlocks her phone, checking her notifications. She taps on the text message that she had just received.
It was extremely. . . Odd to say the least. An unknown number had sent her a poem. Not that she didn't love poetry, but she wasn't even sure who it was from. Her poem was labeled the First one. Why was she the first? The first of many more to come? She quickly skimmed through the poem, then tried to text back the unknown number stating that whoever it was had the wrong number. But an error pop up message appeared on the screen. She then decided to read the poem, a bit more carefully this time, studying it like she would any poem in class. It was strange as if whoever sent it knew her name and where she was at the moment, like they were watching her. She looked up to see if anyone else was using their phone. Nothing at the moment. But there was the unsettling feeling that she was being watched. She pushed those feelings down and finally read through the poem completely.
Trees of Green are thee
Come here with me, let's be Free
Down the winding road
And fly up high, only once.
Whoever it was knew her name, Sycamore and that it was after the sycamore trees that grew during the Fall. Whoever it was wanted her to go up a floor from the classroom she was in. Winding roads. . . They wanted her to go out into the streets, no that idea was most likely impractical or even impossible considering that it was a Wednesday and it wasn't near the time of the end of the week to go across anywhere. The poem was nothing close to being literal and it was more of a free verse with lines that had hidden meanings. Then she remembers that the only floor up from this floor is the rooftop. Technically no students are allowed up there. But she was going to have to find out what was going on.
Before she could continue on with analyzing this poem her desk-mate nudged her elbow, a signal that they had to hide their phone whenever their teacher was near. She dropped her phone into her bag and began to write something about the history of the man on the cover of their book. She breathes a sigh of relief as her teacher slithers past her. The snakes hissing at the students that haven't been paying attention to their studies. She grins to her desk-mate as began to think in her head who she could talk to this about. She'll probably end up talking about this to Adrianus, her roommate. He may be younger than her but maybe he understands more about poetry than she does.
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Jasper had the appearance of complete and utter hatred for art, but deep down he loved the art and how it looks in its purest form. He couldn't be seen enjoyed the things he did or else somehow, he believes that his parents would find out that he has been doing good or better than what they think is going on. He wasn't expecting anything at all, his brush strokes are light on the canvas but they contrast from his dark paints of black, purple, and blues. Deep down he was thinking of ditching so he would bring his reputation down even further so that his parents wouldn't think of going after his baby sister but he didn't.
Self-portraits may be bothersome but he shouldn't do something to make them feel worse than they really are. He just wanted to escape it all. He dipped his brush in the water, cleaning it off. A clean brush keeps a clean mind is what his human art teacher says. Honestly, he's too cheerful for him. But in his distractions of feeling moody and grumpy since shedding season was coming soon, he heard the sounds of his bird like ringtone. He wiped his hands down on the apron and picked up his phone from his pocket. Usually he doesn't have his phone on him but today he does. No one really pays attention in art class. Everyone is off doing their own thing, painting, sculpting, sketching, drawing. . . A world of creativity lives and dies here as projects that are thrown away and no one ever has gotten an A plus because the art teacher doesn't believe in a perfect art form.
Opening his phone, the first thing he did was delete the text from the unknown number, ignoring it completely. But as soon as he does that, the same text appears with another text that was also sent to him. He lets out a soft groan as he sits on a stool and begins to read the text that was sent to him, unaware of the eyes of someone that was sketching him.
Dark once you make it,
Remind yourself not to break it.
Listen with ears wide,
Touch thy sky,
But not alone.
The next text that he has gotten wasn't a poem, but a short message stated directly to him. He also reads that one carefully, wondering why he was sent this of all people.
The world depends on your choice, Jasper. Stop lying to others and yourself.
He frowns as he reads through these. He begins to think about what these poems could be. Whoever it was wanted them to see the sky. Maybe in the green house for the Botany club or on the rooftop. Most likely the rooftop, it's probably the place he spends most of his time. He then noticed that the title of the text was called The Second one. Whoever was the first one, he had to find so he could tell them that he wanted no part of this. But then the words of the next text began to make him think. If the world depends on him, then he guess he'll just work with whoever was the first one and the others were. A student from his class, one of a face that he couldn't remember gave him a piece of paper sketch of him sitting on the stool reading his text. He raised his eyebrows and muttered a silent thank you to the student. The too happy student, skipping away. How odd, how very odd of them indeed.
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Allin was enjoying herself. She was busy writing in her journal silently in a class with Ruby by her side and a Sophomore boy in front of her. She usually would be shy unable to look up from her school skirt and hands in her lap as she listened to the droning of the teacher. But today was an open period, which meant everyone was working on their own projects to show to the class. Usually she would be worried about these projects, extremely much so. She would usually accident hurt herself when she's supposed to speak out to the class. Her entire healing process has been slow and drones on for so long, but her roommate Ruby was there. . . Most of the time to help Allin even though she had a feeling that she made Ruby uneasy with all that she is. She after all is still extremely unstable and is prone to hurting herself when she is around others that she isn't familiar with. One time, she has even stabbed herself with a pencil when trying to have a normal conversation with the boy across from her. But this time will be different since she has gotten permission from the teacher to be able to work with Ruby so this time she wouldn't really mess up this project, this time she will try and say at least three sentences! Okay, so it did seem like she had a long way to go,about but she'll be fine!
Then she heard the small buzz from her large phone that was bigger than both of her hands. Her sister gave it to her saying that if anyone wanted to hurt her, she could just stab them in the gut with her phone and run. But she wouldn't be even close to hurt anyone without hurting herself in the progress. Snapping back into reality, she noticed that the teacher was looking away, and that she pulled out her phone. The boy from across from her also pulling out his phone and Ruby also looking away from eyeing the boy across from her. They also took out their phones. Allin unlocked her phone with a quick word digit code. Then making sure their human teacher wasn't looking and read the short text. It was called the Sixth.
Window walls that keep thee in
Don't break through, they'll all know
So that the only way to win
Is to slip through like the how the wind
blows
Window walls, were they talking about the school? How odd, or were they talking about something else that wasn't the window walls. . . Oh, whoever it was wanted her to win. It was also odd, the spacing. Why not it be all together? Maybe they wanted her to escape school? She would have to ask Ruby later. She quickly locked and put her phone away, noticing the boy and Ruby also putting their phones away. Allin let out a shaky sigh, waiting and watching, something was going to happen. She could just feel it. Her hands started to tremble. She held onto it with a tight grip, trying to crush her emotions away. It's going to be fine. Calm down!
The day may have began for others, but not completely for many others. The time was at 11:57 with no purpose in it at all. They were watching them all, as they press the send button to each and every one of them. Their eyes blinked in curiosity, for they had knew that it was the right decision to do this. It may be putting the lives of everyone in danger, but without the ten there would be no more life after this. They looked through the monitors, watching everyone receive their messages.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
It was 11:57 when the text came to Sycamore. That she remembers very clearly. Class was in their silent moments, each person studying for the test next week. Each person was skimming through the text books, flipping through the pages. She was filling out her study guide and preparing the test. Balancing her work, social life and her student council duties was difficult but she knew that she could do it. Suddenly a soft buzz could be heard throughout the room. She looked around, seeing if it was from anyone around her. That's when she locked eyes with the teacher. Her teacher was a tall, dominant Medusa Hybrid with Lamia sub-parts. Her sharp eyes, baring holes into Sycamore but she could only assume that she was looking at her due to her dark, sunglasses that hid her eyes from sight.
The only reason she's looking at me is if- Sycamore looked down at the bag that was hanging off the chair. Someone had texted her? Maybe it's a text from the student council was the first thing that came to mind, but she quickly dismissed that thought. They would wait for everyone to be on break or after school. She kept on pretending to read, waiting for the teacher to look over the class and slowly slip her phone out of her school bag. She places it in her lap, as she begins to read again. The teacher whipping her head to see Sycamore back at studying. When she finally turns back around, Sycamore quickly unlocks her phone, checking her notifications. She taps on the text message that she had just received.
It was extremely. . . Odd to say the least. An unknown number had sent her a poem. Not that she didn't love poetry, but she wasn't even sure who it was from. Her poem was labeled the First one. Why was she the first? The first of many more to come? She quickly skimmed through the poem, then tried to text back the unknown number stating that whoever it was had the wrong number. But an error pop up message appeared on the screen. She then decided to read the poem, a bit more carefully this time, studying it like she would any poem in class. It was strange as if whoever sent it knew her name and where she was at the moment, like they were watching her. She looked up to see if anyone else was using their phone. Nothing at the moment. But there was the unsettling feeling that she was being watched. She pushed those feelings down and finally read through the poem completely.
Trees of Green are thee
Come here with me, let's be Free
Down the winding road
And fly up high, only once.
Whoever it was knew her name, Sycamore and that it was after the sycamore trees that grew during the Fall. Whoever it was wanted her to go up a floor from the classroom she was in. Winding roads. . . They wanted her to go out into the streets, no that idea was most likely impractical or even impossible considering that it was a Wednesday and it wasn't near the time of the end of the week to go across anywhere. The poem was nothing close to being literal and it was more of a free verse with lines that had hidden meanings. Then she remembers that the only floor up from this floor is the rooftop. Technically no students are allowed up there. But she was going to have to find out what was going on.
Before she could continue on with analyzing this poem her desk-mate nudged her elbow, a signal that they had to hide their phone whenever their teacher was near. She dropped her phone into her bag and began to write something about the history of the man on the cover of their book. She breathes a sigh of relief as her teacher slithers past her. The snakes hissing at the students that haven't been paying attention to their studies. She grins to her desk-mate as began to think in her head who she could talk to this about. She'll probably end up talking about this to Adrianus, her roommate. He may be younger than her but maybe he understands more about poetry than she does.
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Jasper had the appearance of complete and utter hatred for art, but deep down he loved the art and how it looks in its purest form. He couldn't be seen enjoyed the things he did or else somehow, he believes that his parents would find out that he has been doing good or better than what they think is going on. He wasn't expecting anything at all, his brush strokes are light on the canvas but they contrast from his dark paints of black, purple, and blues. Deep down he was thinking of ditching so he would bring his reputation down even further so that his parents wouldn't think of going after his baby sister but he didn't.
Self-portraits may be bothersome but he shouldn't do something to make them feel worse than they really are. He just wanted to escape it all. He dipped his brush in the water, cleaning it off. A clean brush keeps a clean mind is what his human art teacher says. Honestly, he's too cheerful for him. But in his distractions of feeling moody and grumpy since shedding season was coming soon, he heard the sounds of his bird like ringtone. He wiped his hands down on the apron and picked up his phone from his pocket. Usually he doesn't have his phone on him but today he does. No one really pays attention in art class. Everyone is off doing their own thing, painting, sculpting, sketching, drawing. . . A world of creativity lives and dies here as projects that are thrown away and no one ever has gotten an A plus because the art teacher doesn't believe in a perfect art form.
Opening his phone, the first thing he did was delete the text from the unknown number, ignoring it completely. But as soon as he does that, the same text appears with another text that was also sent to him. He lets out a soft groan as he sits on a stool and begins to read the text that was sent to him, unaware of the eyes of someone that was sketching him.
Dark once you make it,
Remind yourself not to break it.
Listen with ears wide,
Touch thy sky,
But not alone.
The next text that he has gotten wasn't a poem, but a short message stated directly to him. He also reads that one carefully, wondering why he was sent this of all people.
The world depends on your choice, Jasper. Stop lying to others and yourself.
He frowns as he reads through these. He begins to think about what these poems could be. Whoever it was wanted them to see the sky. Maybe in the green house for the Botany club or on the rooftop. Most likely the rooftop, it's probably the place he spends most of his time. He then noticed that the title of the text was called The Second one. Whoever was the first one, he had to find so he could tell them that he wanted no part of this. But then the words of the next text began to make him think. If the world depends on him, then he guess he'll just work with whoever was the first one and the others were. A student from his class, one of a face that he couldn't remember gave him a piece of paper sketch of him sitting on the stool reading his text. He raised his eyebrows and muttered a silent thank you to the student. The too happy student, skipping away. How odd, how very odd of them indeed.
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Allin was enjoying herself. She was busy writing in her journal silently in a class with Ruby by her side and a Sophomore boy in front of her. She usually would be shy unable to look up from her school skirt and hands in her lap as she listened to the droning of the teacher. But today was an open period, which meant everyone was working on their own projects to show to the class. Usually she would be worried about these projects, extremely much so. She would usually accident hurt herself when she's supposed to speak out to the class. Her entire healing process has been slow and drones on for so long, but her roommate Ruby was there. . . Most of the time to help Allin even though she had a feeling that she made Ruby uneasy with all that she is. She after all is still extremely unstable and is prone to hurting herself when she is around others that she isn't familiar with. One time, she has even stabbed herself with a pencil when trying to have a normal conversation with the boy across from her. But this time will be different since she has gotten permission from the teacher to be able to work with Ruby so this time she wouldn't really mess up this project, this time she will try and say at least three sentences! Okay, so it did seem like she had a long way to go,about but she'll be fine!
Then she heard the small buzz from her large phone that was bigger than both of her hands. Her sister gave it to her saying that if anyone wanted to hurt her, she could just stab them in the gut with her phone and run. But she wouldn't be even close to hurt anyone without hurting herself in the progress. Snapping back into reality, she noticed that the teacher was looking away, and that she pulled out her phone. The boy from across from her also pulling out his phone and Ruby also looking away from eyeing the boy across from her. They also took out their phones. Allin unlocked her phone with a quick word digit code. Then making sure their human teacher wasn't looking and read the short text. It was called the Sixth.
Window walls that keep thee in
Don't break through, they'll all know
So that the only way to win
Is to slip through like the how the wind
blows
Window walls, were they talking about the school? How odd, or were they talking about something else that wasn't the window walls. . . Oh, whoever it was wanted her to win. It was also odd, the spacing. Why not it be all together? Maybe they wanted her to escape school? She would have to ask Ruby later. She quickly locked and put her phone away, noticing the boy and Ruby also putting their phones away. Allin let out a shaky sigh, waiting and watching, something was going to happen. She could just feel it. Her hands started to tremble. She held onto it with a tight grip, trying to crush her emotions away. It's going to be fine. Calm down!
Adrianus was trying to relax, leaning against a locker with a book in hand. It was his free period, and he was thankful for it, despite not knowing what to do with it half the time. If he had homework, he could sit down somewhere and work on it, but he rarely ever felt like spending his free period like that. Maybe he could make a to-do list or something, but of what? He didn't feel as though he needed one. It was called 'free period' for a reason, wasn't it? It wasn't called 'work on other things' period.
He jumped a little as a teacher approached him all of a sudden. He asked him to show him a pass. He was confused at first, but it only took him a few seconds after said confusion blossomed to realize that he must not know what his schedule was. "U-um, hold on a second..." he replied nervously, fumbling with his belongings as he attempted to get his schedule out. Once he managed to fish it out, he showed it to the teacher, holding it shakily.
"It's my free period," he clarified in a quiet voice. The teacher sighed after looking over his schedule, apologized for the misunderstanding (if it could even be called that, really) and left him alone. His shoulders drooped as he took a deep breath, relieved. For a second, he thought he was in trouble, despite him doing nothing wrong. He glanced down at the book, having forgotten why he was holding it in the first place. Maybe if he actually cracked it open, he would be making semi-good use of his time.
Just as he was about to start reading, he heard a muffled buzzing sound. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed, wondering what it could be. He noticed that he had one text message and opened the messaging app to see who sent it to him. The name of the text was the first thing that caught him off guard. It was titled The Seventh. Whoa whoa whoa. What? Did that mean there were six more before this?
Adri didn't let confusion win at that moment, instead choosing to read the actual message, his eyes glued to the screen as he read it.
Seventh-Ties and Bows
Across the Crossed Hearts
With their foolish crossWalks
Leave behind your Woes
"What?" he muttered. "What is this?"
He read it again in order to make more sense of it. The W in crosswalks was capitalized, but why? Was it just an error while typing on the phone keyboard, as he sometimes tended to make, or was it something else? Ties and bows had to reference the school uniform and the choice between the two that students could make - he himself chose to wear a tie - but why was that an important detail? Just how important was this poem?
You'll never figure it out alone, a voice told him in his head. He nodded a little to himself, as if agreeing with it. At the same time, he felt his heart rate increase. He didn't know who else received a text similar to this. He was still relatively new here, being a freshman. His insecure thoughts began to surface, despite him trying to push it down. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t more important than his schoolwork, but he still had an ever-present nagging feeling that it was.
He shook his head and sighed. "Okay, let's think," he told himself quietly, glancing down the hallway. "This thing is called The Seventh. That means at least six other people got something like this... I just have to find them. Yeah, just find them."
He shook a little at the thought, despite trying to encourage himself. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Maybe it'd be a good idea to ask my roommate! he thought. Yeah, showing Sycamore this weird text was a great idea! She's a member of the student council and is pretty social, at least, from what he had observed; perhaps she could help him with this whole find the others thing whenever he had the chance to speak with her. He had a feeling that he would really need these people, no matter what his insecurity said. Plus, he had his shadow if he ever needed its help. This would go along just fine, right?
Adri hoped so.
Pippin was enjoying an early lunch, folding up the napkins in various ways while chewing on the ice that came with his drink. He didn’t mind the fact that it was an early lunch period. He quite enjoyed eating early. He tended to feel hungry in a pretty short amount of time, after all. That could just be the gluttonous side of him talking, but he didn’t particularly care.
As he continued to pile ice into his mouth, he felt a buzz in his pants. He pulled his pink phone out of his pocket curiously, wondering who was texting or emailing him, or if it was perhaps a notification from one of the games he had on the phone. His first guess turned out to be correct, for there was one new text he hadn't read yet. It was a very good thing that the phone policy was more relaxed in the cafeteria.
After he opened the text, he read the title and immediately became confused. It was titled The Eighth, meaning that way more people received the text before him. A small petty part of him was a bit disappointed that he was in the back and not near the front, but he chuckled at himself not even a second after that thought. How childish of him!
He blinked and returned his focus to the text in question, unable to look away from the screen as he read it in its entirety.
Smells of salty seas
And pepper valleys with tomato trees
Curdled milk and spices galore
Smells may be there, but behind the counter there's someone else
who can help
He reread the poem after reading it once. Not only was the spacing of the poem off, but it had a lot to do with food. After a few seconds of attempting to process the text, he realized that whoever sent it to him somehow knew that he was having lunch at this very moment.
He immediately looked around the lunchroom to see if anyone appeared to have texted someone, but he couldn't find anyone who looked suspicious in that way. That only made him more confused, especially when he reread the top three lines. Salty seas? As in the ocean? What's this about pepper valleys? Curdled milk? Who drinks curdled milk?
Regardless of how confused he was feeling, he knew one thing; there were more people who had gotten texts similar to this, and he could tell from the title alone. He wanted to find and work with them to figure this mystery out. His mind then went to his roommate, Jasper. Maybe he had gotten one of these texts. He hoped for that to be the case so they could possibly discuss it.
He suddenly became excited at the idea of getting to meet the other people who had gotten the text, if he hadn't met them before. He was practically getting impatient the more he thought about it, but he knew he had to wait until lunch was over. He sighed and continued to munch on ice while his mind began to space out.
Chris was in class working on his personal projects, becoming so absorbed in his work that he seemed unaware of anyone else around him; more specifically, the two junior girls sitting across from him. It wasn't surprising behavior for him to exhibit, as he was like this practically every day in every class, but he tended to be the most invested in the work he was given when it came to this class. Sometimes he felt bad for not paying attention to other people, but it wasn't always his fault, and he didn't want to explain that to anyone.
However, he was distracted by the familiar albeit muffled 'ding' sound from his phone, which was hidden in his pocket. He thought about just leaving the phone there and reading the text after class, but after thinking about it for a few elongated seconds, he decided against waiting. He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way; he had a feeling that this was too important for him to wait.
Not taking notice of the other girls in front of him, he pulled out his phone and opened the messaging app as soon as he noticed that their human teacher was looking away. He subtly glanced away from his phone for a split second before getting on with reading the text message. He read the title first; The Final One. He was more than a little confused by it and was about to send it to spam when he came to a startling realization.
Whoever sent this to him knew exactly who he was and where he was.
That thought alone unnerved him a little, but he pushed it aside in order to read the entire text through the sunglasses that concealed his eyes.
He and She
Eyes of Grand, Sweet Copper lies
She and He
Underneath their names is where mice
Hide.
He had no clue what to make of the poem, other than the fact that it sounded incredibly cryptic and even important. However, what surprised him more was that he was sent another text from the same number the moment he finished reading the first. He smirked a little as he inwardly questioned why it was called 'The Final One' when there were actually two texts. He decided it wasn't important to ponder that for too long and read through the second text.
Alone you may try
But as you like
They will stand
Will your lies
Rise up and break free, from the chains of captivity.
He frowned and immediately tried to text them back, typing 'Who are you? What's going on here?' and tapping the send button. Instead of his message being sent to this mysterious person, an error pop-up appeared on his phone. He tried again, typing the same thing once more, and the same outcome happened; the error pop-up prevented him from succeeding. He tried a couple more times before stopping. This is certainly strange.
He knew right away that he needed to find a way to contact this person. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to find out how exactly the person who owned this number knew about him, and what their intentions were by sending him the two cryptic poems. He decided that after class, he would try to call them in his free time. He would figure this out. He would stop at nothing to do so. He didn't like the idea of an unknown being somehow knowing about him. It just felt too personal, maybe even a little creepy.
Another concern was made clear to him; since he was apparently the final one who was texted, there must be more who received a text that was similar. Who knows, maybe he was the only one to receive two, considering his was the final one that was sent. Regardless, he felt as though it was necessary to find these other people. He glanced up from his phone, not taking notice of the two girls as he did so. As he thought more about the two poems, becoming more confused about both of them, he felt himself begin to space out, and it was against his will. He was still for around ten seconds before he snapped out of it.
He had no memory of what happened in the last ten seconds, but he didn't even need to remember. This already felt familiar... and not in a good way. I thought I took the medicine this morning... he thought to himself frustratingly, lowering his phone and rereading the second text in an attempt to distract himself, then put the phone away.
Adrianus was trying to relax, leaning against a locker with a book in hand. It was his free period, and he was thankful for it, despite not knowing what to do with it half the time. If he had homework, he could sit down somewhere and work on it, but he rarely ever felt like spending his free period like that. Maybe he could make a to-do list or something, but of what? He didn't feel as though he needed one. It was called 'free period' for a reason, wasn't it? It wasn't called 'work on other things' period.
He jumped a little as a teacher approached him all of a sudden. He asked him to show him a pass. He was confused at first, but it only took him a few seconds after said confusion blossomed to realize that he must not know what his schedule was. "U-um, hold on a second..." he replied nervously, fumbling with his belongings as he attempted to get his schedule out. Once he managed to fish it out, he showed it to the teacher, holding it shakily.
"It's my free period," he clarified in a quiet voice. The teacher sighed after looking over his schedule, apologized for the misunderstanding (if it could even be called that, really) and left him alone. His shoulders drooped as he took a deep breath, relieved. For a second, he thought he was in trouble, despite him doing nothing wrong. He glanced down at the book, having forgotten why he was holding it in the first place. Maybe if he actually cracked it open, he would be making semi-good use of his time.
Just as he was about to start reading, he heard a muffled buzzing sound. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed, wondering what it could be. He noticed that he had one text message and opened the messaging app to see who sent it to him. The name of the text was the first thing that caught him off guard. It was titled The Seventh. Whoa whoa whoa. What? Did that mean there were six more before this?
Adri didn't let confusion win at that moment, instead choosing to read the actual message, his eyes glued to the screen as he read it.
Seventh-Ties and Bows
Across the Crossed Hearts
With their foolish crossWalks
Leave behind your Woes
"What?" he muttered. "What is this?"
He read it again in order to make more sense of it. The W in crosswalks was capitalized, but why? Was it just an error while typing on the phone keyboard, as he sometimes tended to make, or was it something else? Ties and bows had to reference the school uniform and the choice between the two that students could make - he himself chose to wear a tie - but why was that an important detail? Just how important was this poem?
You'll never figure it out alone, a voice told him in his head. He nodded a little to himself, as if agreeing with it. At the same time, he felt his heart rate increase. He didn't know who else received a text similar to this. He was still relatively new here, being a freshman. His insecure thoughts began to surface, despite him trying to push it down. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t more important than his schoolwork, but he still had an ever-present nagging feeling that it was.
He shook his head and sighed. "Okay, let's think," he told himself quietly, glancing down the hallway. "This thing is called The Seventh. That means at least six other people got something like this... I just have to find them. Yeah, just find them."
He shook a little at the thought, despite trying to encourage himself. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Maybe it'd be a good idea to ask my roommate! he thought. Yeah, showing Sycamore this weird text was a great idea! She's a member of the student council and is pretty social, at least, from what he had observed; perhaps she could help him with this whole find the others thing whenever he had the chance to speak with her. He had a feeling that he would really need these people, no matter what his insecurity said. Plus, he had his shadow if he ever needed its help. This would go along just fine, right?
Adri hoped so.
Pippin was enjoying an early lunch, folding up the napkins in various ways while chewing on the ice that came with his drink. He didn’t mind the fact that it was an early lunch period. He quite enjoyed eating early. He tended to feel hungry in a pretty short amount of time, after all. That could just be the gluttonous side of him talking, but he didn’t particularly care.
As he continued to pile ice into his mouth, he felt a buzz in his pants. He pulled his pink phone out of his pocket curiously, wondering who was texting or emailing him, or if it was perhaps a notification from one of the games he had on the phone. His first guess turned out to be correct, for there was one new text he hadn't read yet. It was a very good thing that the phone policy was more relaxed in the cafeteria.
After he opened the text, he read the title and immediately became confused. It was titled The Eighth, meaning that way more people received the text before him. A small petty part of him was a bit disappointed that he was in the back and not near the front, but he chuckled at himself not even a second after that thought. How childish of him!
He blinked and returned his focus to the text in question, unable to look away from the screen as he read it in its entirety.
Smells of salty seas
And pepper valleys with tomato trees
Curdled milk and spices galore
Smells may be there, but behind the counter there's someone else
who can help
He reread the poem after reading it once. Not only was the spacing of the poem off, but it had a lot to do with food. After a few seconds of attempting to process the text, he realized that whoever sent it to him somehow knew that he was having lunch at this very moment.
He immediately looked around the lunchroom to see if anyone appeared to have texted someone, but he couldn't find anyone who looked suspicious in that way. That only made him more confused, especially when he reread the top three lines. Salty seas? As in the ocean? What's this about pepper valleys? Curdled milk? Who drinks curdled milk?
Regardless of how confused he was feeling, he knew one thing; there were more people who had gotten texts similar to this, and he could tell from the title alone. He wanted to find and work with them to figure this mystery out. His mind then went to his roommate, Jasper. Maybe he had gotten one of these texts. He hoped for that to be the case so they could possibly discuss it.
He suddenly became excited at the idea of getting to meet the other people who had gotten the text, if he hadn't met them before. He was practically getting impatient the more he thought about it, but he knew he had to wait until lunch was over. He sighed and continued to munch on ice while his mind began to space out.
Chris was in class working on his personal projects, becoming so absorbed in his work that he seemed unaware of anyone else around him; more specifically, the two junior girls sitting across from him. It wasn't surprising behavior for him to exhibit, as he was like this practically every day in every class, but he tended to be the most invested in the work he was given when it came to this class. Sometimes he felt bad for not paying attention to other people, but it wasn't always his fault, and he didn't want to explain that to anyone.
However, he was distracted by the familiar albeit muffled 'ding' sound from his phone, which was hidden in his pocket. He thought about just leaving the phone there and reading the text after class, but after thinking about it for a few elongated seconds, he decided against waiting. He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way; he had a feeling that this was too important for him to wait.
Not taking notice of the other girls in front of him, he pulled out his phone and opened the messaging app as soon as he noticed that their human teacher was looking away. He subtly glanced away from his phone for a split second before getting on with reading the text message. He read the title first; The Final One. He was more than a little confused by it and was about to send it to spam when he came to a startling realization.
Whoever sent this to him knew exactly who he was and where he was.
That thought alone unnerved him a little, but he pushed it aside in order to read the entire text through the sunglasses that concealed his eyes.
He and She
Eyes of Grand, Sweet Copper lies
She and He
Underneath their names is where mice
Hide.
He had no clue what to make of the poem, other than the fact that it sounded incredibly cryptic and even important. However, what surprised him more was that he was sent another text from the same number the moment he finished reading the first. He smirked a little as he inwardly questioned why it was called 'The Final One' when there were actually two texts. He decided it wasn't important to ponder that for too long and read through the second text.
Alone you may try
But as you like
They will stand
Will your lies
Rise up and break free, from the chains of captivity.
He frowned and immediately tried to text them back, typing 'Who are you? What's going on here?' and tapping the send button. Instead of his message being sent to this mysterious person, an error pop-up appeared on his phone. He tried again, typing the same thing once more, and the same outcome happened; the error pop-up prevented him from succeeding. He tried a couple more times before stopping. This is certainly strange.
He knew right away that he needed to find a way to contact this person. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to find out how exactly the person who owned this number knew about him, and what their intentions were by sending him the two cryptic poems. He decided that after class, he would try to call them in his free time. He would figure this out. He would stop at nothing to do so. He didn't like the idea of an unknown being somehow knowing about him. It just felt too personal, maybe even a little creepy.
Another concern was made clear to him; since he was apparently the final one who was texted, there must be more who received a text that was similar. Who knows, maybe he was the only one to receive two, considering his was the final one that was sent. Regardless, he felt as though it was necessary to find these other people. He glanced up from his phone, not taking notice of the two girls as he did so. As he thought more about the two poems, becoming more confused about both of them, he felt himself begin to space out, and it was against his will. He was still for around ten seconds before he snapped out of it.
He had no memory of what happened in the last ten seconds, but he didn't even need to remember. This already felt familiar... and not in a good way. I thought I took the medicine this morning... he thought to himself frustratingly, lowering his phone and rereading the second text in an attempt to distract himself, then put the phone away.
Coriahn sat in his math class, staring at the teacher droning on and on with disinterest. Every now and again, the teacher would give him a snide, sideways look as if he knew he was up to something, which he absolutely wasn't. The teacher, if you could even call him that, was just awful, hardly adding any context into the lesson and seemed to hold a grudge against Coriahn for whatever reason. Sure, a sarcastic comment or two probably led up to that, but that teacher was just plain horrible.
Coriahn shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his large, white wings rustling, and sighed quietly. He glanced at his open notebook, blank. What notes would he need to take? He'd probably never need to know this stuff when he's out of school anyway. He rested his head in his hand and peered at the students in the classroom with his strange, seemingly nonexistent eyes. He had eyes, he was just hiding them from other's view, of course. The students looked as bored and annoyed as he was, no surprise there.
Every second of this class was torture...
He absently fiddled with his bow tie with his free hand and tried to recall if he had set the notifications on his phone to silent. His mother, well, not his actual mother, texted him usually every month to see how everything was going and if he was alright. It was unnecessary, but he felt a small, rare feeling of happiness among the emptiness to know that she was alright as well and someone cared. She cared a little too much actually...oh well.
He was driven from his thoughts, however, when the teacher had ordered them to solve a math problem. Coriahn desperately tried to look like he was working on it and the room became silent except for the faint scribbling of pencils and the ticking of the clock. Though he felt a dim twinge of anger rise as the teacher gave him another one of his spiteful looks. The silence was suddenly broken when Coriahn's phone buzzed loudly, indicating that he had gotten a text. All eyes turned to him, including the teacher's venomous gaze. He shifted his wings. "Huh...So this is how I die..." he muttered sarcastically, barely audible, to himself as the teacher began to walk towards him, demanding to give him his phone.
Coriahn had multiple logical options in response to this, but instead, he snatched up his bag and hightailed out of the classroom into the bathroom, without thinking, and nearly tripped inside due to his lack of feet. He listened attentively if the teacher followed, fortunately, he didn't. He relaxed and hung his bag on one of the stalls after glancing at the mirror on the wall, the reflection of a featureless face staring back. He took his phone, that had a cracked red case, in his hand, unlocking it and stared at the text he had gotten.
It wasn't from his mother, but from an an unknown person...
Light and Might mean strength
But not in this fight, stand up tall
Remind yourself to stay strong
For dark is easy to get in, yet light saved us all
The text was labeled The Fifth.
He was incredibly confused, this seemed important. But this could be either be an elaborate prank or actually very important. This was obviously one text of many sent out to others based on the title, but who else had gotten them? It could be anyone. He tried to respond to the text, but to no avail as an error popped up, he tried this again multiple times, testing it. Interesting... He tried to call the number, but there was no answer, not even a voicemail. No, this certainly wasn't a prank. He leaned against the wall and pondered the situation, reading over the text again but came up with no new ideas. He called the number again, nothing.
He sighed and put his phone away, what was he going to do now? He couldn't go back to his class. The only excuse he could really think of was, 'You were boring me to death, and my survival instincts kicked in.' Now that was not going too work. But he could use it on someone else though...
He shook his wings and began to pick the dirt from them, having wings was great and all, but they picked up a bunch of dust and you had to get all the little bits of dirt or whatever off which could take hours. As he preened the feathers, he decided it would be best for him to stay in the bathroom until class was over.
Darcy was sitting in chemistry class, paying no heed to the teacher nor the others around her. Her sad gaze focused on the birds outside the window, if only she could hear their sweet songs. She had nothing on her mind and nothing to do. Well, that was a lie, she was in fact missing a couple of assignments here and there but she didn't bother with them. She was feeling a little gloomy today despite nothing bad even happening and spacing out more, which she was right now.
She bounced her leg out of habit, her mind blank and already waiting for class to end so she could snack on some of the croutons in her bag. She's been eating croutons for as long as she could remember, something about them was just irresistible to her. They were crunchy and with the right seasoning, preferably garlic or butter, they were the bee's knees. Though she didn't care for eating them with a salad.
But her dreams of finally eating some croutons after all day were interrupted when her phone buzzed out a short tune of a piano. She saw a flash of magenta in response, due to her synesthesia related to music she saw colors when hearing music. It was nice.
She quickly glanced around, though it seemed like no one heard her phone or payed any attention. She carefully reached into her bag and pulled her phone out, placing it in her lap, glancing around once more, and read the message she had received. It was titled The Ninth.
She may speak truths or many lies
But you should know you shouldn't be here, Go back, to the home of ants
The one where the queen has eyes of spiders
She reread the text over and over, trying to understand what it meant. It was some sort of poem or riddle but it was incomplete. There must be more people who had gotten a text like this one, she will need to find them so they could all figure it out together. Teamwork makes the dream work...right?
She subconsciously chewed on her tongue and put her phone away when the teacher yelled at the students to quiet down so they could finish their work. Oh right! Maybe I should do that... She thought grudgingly and picked up her pencil.
Coriahn sat in his math class, staring at the teacher droning on and on with disinterest. Every now and again, the teacher would give him a snide, sideways look as if he knew he was up to something, which he absolutely wasn't. The teacher, if you could even call him that, was just awful, hardly adding any context into the lesson and seemed to hold a grudge against Coriahn for whatever reason. Sure, a sarcastic comment or two probably led up to that, but that teacher was just plain horrible.
Coriahn shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his large, white wings rustling, and sighed quietly. He glanced at his open notebook, blank. What notes would he need to take? He'd probably never need to know this stuff when he's out of school anyway. He rested his head in his hand and peered at the students in the classroom with his strange, seemingly nonexistent eyes. He had eyes, he was just hiding them from other's view, of course. The students looked as bored and annoyed as he was, no surprise there.
Every second of this class was torture...
He absently fiddled with his bow tie with his free hand and tried to recall if he had set the notifications on his phone to silent. His mother, well, not his actual mother, texted him usually every month to see how everything was going and if he was alright. It was unnecessary, but he felt a small, rare feeling of happiness among the emptiness to know that she was alright as well and someone cared. She cared a little too much actually...oh well.
He was driven from his thoughts, however, when the teacher had ordered them to solve a math problem. Coriahn desperately tried to look like he was working on it and the room became silent except for the faint scribbling of pencils and the ticking of the clock. Though he felt a dim twinge of anger rise as the teacher gave him another one of his spiteful looks. The silence was suddenly broken when Coriahn's phone buzzed loudly, indicating that he had gotten a text. All eyes turned to him, including the teacher's venomous gaze. He shifted his wings. "Huh...So this is how I die..." he muttered sarcastically, barely audible, to himself as the teacher began to walk towards him, demanding to give him his phone.
Coriahn had multiple logical options in response to this, but instead, he snatched up his bag and hightailed out of the classroom into the bathroom, without thinking, and nearly tripped inside due to his lack of feet. He listened attentively if the teacher followed, fortunately, he didn't. He relaxed and hung his bag on one of the stalls after glancing at the mirror on the wall, the reflection of a featureless face staring back. He took his phone, that had a cracked red case, in his hand, unlocking it and stared at the text he had gotten.
It wasn't from his mother, but from an an unknown person...
Light and Might mean strength
But not in this fight, stand up tall
Remind yourself to stay strong
For dark is easy to get in, yet light saved us all
The text was labeled The Fifth.
He was incredibly confused, this seemed important. But this could be either be an elaborate prank or actually very important. This was obviously one text of many sent out to others based on the title, but who else had gotten them? It could be anyone. He tried to respond to the text, but to no avail as an error popped up, he tried this again multiple times, testing it. Interesting... He tried to call the number, but there was no answer, not even a voicemail. No, this certainly wasn't a prank. He leaned against the wall and pondered the situation, reading over the text again but came up with no new ideas. He called the number again, nothing.
He sighed and put his phone away, what was he going to do now? He couldn't go back to his class. The only excuse he could really think of was, 'You were boring me to death, and my survival instincts kicked in.' Now that was not going too work. But he could use it on someone else though...
He shook his wings and began to pick the dirt from them, having wings was great and all, but they picked up a bunch of dust and you had to get all the little bits of dirt or whatever off which could take hours. As he preened the feathers, he decided it would be best for him to stay in the bathroom until class was over.
Darcy was sitting in chemistry class, paying no heed to the teacher nor the others around her. Her sad gaze focused on the birds outside the window, if only she could hear their sweet songs. She had nothing on her mind and nothing to do. Well, that was a lie, she was in fact missing a couple of assignments here and there but she didn't bother with them. She was feeling a little gloomy today despite nothing bad even happening and spacing out more, which she was right now.
She bounced her leg out of habit, her mind blank and already waiting for class to end so she could snack on some of the croutons in her bag. She's been eating croutons for as long as she could remember, something about them was just irresistible to her. They were crunchy and with the right seasoning, preferably garlic or butter, they were the bee's knees. Though she didn't care for eating them with a salad.
But her dreams of finally eating some croutons after all day were interrupted when her phone buzzed out a short tune of a piano. She saw a flash of magenta in response, due to her synesthesia related to music she saw colors when hearing music. It was nice.
She quickly glanced around, though it seemed like no one heard her phone or payed any attention. She carefully reached into her bag and pulled her phone out, placing it in her lap, glancing around once more, and read the message she had received. It was titled The Ninth.
She may speak truths or many lies
But you should know you shouldn't be here, Go back, to the home of ants
The one where the queen has eyes of spiders
She reread the text over and over, trying to understand what it meant. It was some sort of poem or riddle but it was incomplete. There must be more people who had gotten a text like this one, she will need to find them so they could all figure it out together. Teamwork makes the dream work...right?
She subconsciously chewed on her tongue and put her phone away when the teacher yelled at the students to quiet down so they could finish their work. Oh right! Maybe I should do that... She thought grudgingly and picked up her pencil.
Please keep in mind that my logic permit has expired and that the 76th color of the alphabet in the exact time of a parakeet eating a pie in June is equivalent to a giant whale-eating cantaloupe allergic to a chair made out of potato salami held by a sandwich that has beetle hands.
((alright my dudes i finally posted yayyyy ali's not being busy for once
i hope i did this right
sunset please don't be mad at me for lowkey copy and pasting your words)
Iris sighed, doodling absentmindedly in her notes as she pretended to pay attention to her teacher's lecture. What class was she in again? "Evolution... survival of the fittest.." oh, right. Biology. Sure, learning about animals was interesting and all, but then when you talked about the adaptations and the DNA sequences no one cared about... that was when she started to zone out and not listen to a word the teacher was saying. Iris knew she was going to regret this when the test came, but she didn't care. She'd copy someone's notes later. She had to make friends somehow.
Suddenly in the pocket of her sweater her phone buzzed, and Iris tried not to make much of a reaction, her heart jumping slightly. A few perceptive monster eyes lingered in her direction, and she felt her face grow slightly hot as she slipped her phone from her sweater down to her skirt and unlocked it with a quick passcode. Mami, I’m fine, no need to text me during…
That was odd. Iris stared at her phone in bewilderment. This was a number that she’d never been texted by before, a no reply one, and from the looks of it the sender must have been miles away. The message wasn’t much, just a few words. The title was the Third one, which perked her interest. It said:
Insert thyself in the picture
And reach for the Stars
Find the ones that'll be your fixture
All broken, but 10 pieces of the sky
What could it mean? If she was supposedly the third one, maybe others had gotten a message like this too. Only way to find out was to meet new people - the others who had also received a text.
Ruby hated this class. Unlike most kids, she actually preferred to sit in rows, and this particular teacher decided it would be fun to put people at tables in groups.
How irritating.
What was even more irritating was that Ruby had to sit next to the tiny, - yes, even tinier than herself - annoyingly anxious pink-haired girl that she definitely did not have a crush on. It was disgusting, how cute she was when she made those terrified expressions and stammered and spoke quietly and just kind of… existed.
It had never made Ruby more angry. How dare she be adorable, how dare she make her feel so weak when she saw her. She wanted that girl to stop existing.
And yet even seeing someone look at her made her jealous. The boy sitting in front of Ruby seemed to be staring at Allin sitting right next to her. Ruby stared right back at him, boring a hole into him and hoping that would make him back off. Before she turned around she glanced at Allin, who was busy writing until she moved her hand to get her phone. Turning around, she grabbed her phone and checked the messages. When she saw that it was an unknown number text, she swiftly deleted it before she let out a groan. Another text. These texts just wouldn’t give up, wouldn’t they? This time she decided to read it. The text was called the Fourth.
Posture and Poise mean nothing
Now that you're here save the something
Searching everywhere, but look in front
You were looking the wrong way all along
It was. . . Really annoying and weird. It told her to look in front but it was pointing the wrong way. She looked up and saw the boy, but if she was looking the wrong way the entire time. . . Her eyes turned behind her but since no one was behind her, her eyes slowly drifted to the small pink haired girl. Was she supposed to to save this small pink haired creature? From what, though? She was annoying enough. Ruby had no intention of going through the trouble of saving her. She put your phone away, still lost in thought. The one thing she couldn't get out of your head was that you were the Fourth. Oh god, she hoped that she didn't have to work with anyone else.
Yeah, she probably would end up having to anyway.
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Iris sighed, doodling absentmindedly in her notes as she pretended to pay attention to her teacher's lecture. What class was she in again? "Evolution... survival of the fittest.." oh, right. Biology. Sure, learning about animals was interesting and all, but then when you talked about the adaptations and the DNA sequences no one cared about... that was when she started to zone out and not listen to a word the teacher was saying. Iris knew she was going to regret this when the test came, but she didn't care. She'd copy someone's notes later. She had to make friends somehow.
Suddenly in the pocket of her sweater her phone buzzed, and Iris tried not to make much of a reaction, her heart jumping slightly. A few perceptive monster eyes lingered in her direction, and she felt her face grow slightly hot as she slipped her phone from her sweater down to her skirt and unlocked it with a quick passcode. Mami, I’m fine, no need to text me during…
That was odd. Iris stared at her phone in bewilderment. This was a number that she’d never been texted by before, a no reply one, and from the looks of it the sender must have been miles away. The message wasn’t much, just a few words. The title was the Third one, which perked her interest. It said:
Insert thyself in the picture
And reach for the Stars
Find the ones that'll be your fixture
All broken, but 10 pieces of the sky
What could it mean? If she was supposedly the third one, maybe others had gotten a message like this too. Only way to find out was to meet new people - the others who had also received a text.
Ruby hated this class. Unlike most kids, she actually preferred to sit in rows, and this particular teacher decided it would be fun to put people at tables in groups.
How irritating.
What was even more irritating was that Ruby had to sit next to the tiny, - yes, even tinier than herself - annoyingly anxious pink-haired girl that she definitely did not have a crush on. It was disgusting, how cute she was when she made those terrified expressions and stammered and spoke quietly and just kind of… existed.
It had never made Ruby more angry. How dare she be adorable, how dare she make her feel so weak when she saw her. She wanted that girl to stop existing.
And yet even seeing someone look at her made her jealous. The boy sitting in front of Ruby seemed to be staring at Allin sitting right next to her. Ruby stared right back at him, boring a hole into him and hoping that would make him back off. Before she turned around she glanced at Allin, who was busy writing until she moved her hand to get her phone. Turning around, she grabbed her phone and checked the messages. When she saw that it was an unknown number text, she swiftly deleted it before she let out a groan. Another text. These texts just wouldn’t give up, wouldn’t they? This time she decided to read it. The text was called the Fourth.
Posture and Poise mean nothing
Now that you're here save the something
Searching everywhere, but look in front
You were looking the wrong way all along
It was. . . Really annoying and weird. It told her to look in front but it was pointing the wrong way. She looked up and saw the boy, but if she was looking the wrong way the entire time. . . Her eyes turned behind her but since no one was behind her, her eyes slowly drifted to the small pink haired girl. Was she supposed to to save this small pink haired creature? From what, though? She was annoying enough. Ruby had no intention of going through the trouble of saving her. She put your phone away, still lost in thought. The one thing she couldn't get out of your head was that you were the Fourth. Oh god, she hoped that she didn't have to work with anyone else.
Yeah, she probably would end up having to anyway.
call me taro
he/him and pi/pika | fr time | art shop
Time was ticking for the main 10. Only 15 more minutes until Sophomores have their lunch. Each student will then switch classes to their own scheduled classes of their choosing. They cannot have the same classes that they were just in. Freshmen- Chemistry, Art or Band, PE, Languages, English Language Arts, Algebra, World History. Sophomores- Biology, Art or Band or Computer Science, PE, Languages, English Language Arts, Geometry, Monster and Human History. Juniors- Physics 1, Art or Band, Computer Science or Botany, Language, English Language Arts, Algebra 2 and Trigonometry, World Advancement Studies. ((We don't have any Seniors, so no need to list of their classes)) Reminder that half of the day is almost up. School ends at 2:50. Next 3 posts the Bell rings.
Sycamore was. . . Extremely confused to say the least. She couldn't get the message of what the text had said off her mind. Trees of Green are Thee. . . Why would they capitalize Green and Thee, what was the purpose? The thoughts were bubbling in her head, wanting to burst out through her skull. She began doing what she did best, being smart and writing down all possible meanings of the poem. Pulling out a pencil and a notepad, she began writing down multiple possibilities. The sounds of fierce pencil scratching that contrasted the simple and soft writing that she did before filled up the room of similar pencil scratches. What did it mean, what is it and what could it be. Trees of Green is most likely speaking directly to her since it addressed that it was "thee". They wanted her to believe that it was being spoken directly to her. Whoever wrote this knew her, but she probably didn't know them.
If she did know them then she can't rule out it could be any one of the student council members, Adri her roommate, or maybe on of the teachers. She crossed out the thought of it being a teacher, they most likely would have been working and she crossed out Adri since she had his number in case of an emergency. She also began to cross out student council members since they also were in class and didn't have the time of day to do this right now. It could be anyone at this point.
Her poem also states that they wanted her to go somewhere with "me". What if they didn't want her to go with whoever sent them the message. What if they wanted her to find out where to go. That's where she and the rest of the others can meet up at. They were supposed to meet up but if they were disturbed by a teacher or student council member the poem could jeopardize the whole “mission.” There was something more than what this simple poem is putting out there. Something that would change something, but what? This little poem can't be riding on so much.
She shakes her head, slowly getting back into what she was doing. She had to find where they needed to meet up. She pulled out her map that she had of the school that she kept from her first year. It had all the locations of each class in the entire school. She had mapped out the quickest way to get to her classes without much of a hassle. She then placed the opposite tip of her pen at the class she was in the third floor of the building. Then following it down the hall and up. . . She had to go to the roof. Oh no, the roof is mostly off limits to everyone- except Student Council Members looking for skipping students or getting extra desks for classmates. She could have to be very careful with this situation. She's going to have to find everyone by the end of the day get them all on the rooftop. Oh she hopes that she can find them all in time.
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Jasper was distracted, to say the least. He didn't like that he had to work together with someone, and not just someone but probably a whole lot of people. He began to paint the wings of the bird behind him. The teacher said to make self portraits and that was exactly what he did. He just added a background of something else. It gave his art some character. And he enjoyed it, just a tad bit.
As Jasper set his brush in the water, he began to think. He usually didn't like to think so much, it gave him a headache and he probably won't remember it later on in the day, but that's why he had pencil and paper. Grabbing his bag from the floor, he walked over to a secluded part of the room where the goths would usually draw their “controversial” art. He began to write out what could it mean. Touch thy sky but not alone. . . First of all, he remembers enough of Shakespearean language that the thy in that sentence did not make sense. It wasn't supposed to be thy but the. Unless it meant his sky, which wasn't true for the sky wasn't his. Whoever it was, was rusty with the language. So it obviously can't be a teacher or something.
He looked around the classroom. There was nothing in the class that hinted that he was being watched. Having cameras inside classrooms was illegal so that meant the only people watching him was the teacher and the student from earlier. But she was a freshie, not important at all. No offense to the teacher, but there was no way in bloody 'ell that he would be able to think of something this artistic. As well as directly speak to him and tell him to stop lying to himself. He wasn't lying to anyone, he never said anything. He just didn't want to work with others cause who knows what could happen when others come to talk with him. They didn't know him and he didn't know them. He just likes being left alone. But whoever it was, wanted him to get an advantage point to be able to see all. He probably was going to have to go to the roof. Meh, he's been there before.
The view is nice, but the only problem is not getting caught by Student Council. Unless if he was a Student Council member, there was no way he was- wait. . . He knew a Student council member. Sycamore was so gullible that she probably would let him go on the the roof without asking any questions. Then maybe from up there he would be able to figure out what he's supposed to go. He won't need anyone else's help to figure out this poem. He'll do it himself.
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Allin let out a silent yelp as she slowly shakes her wrist. Sometimes she forgets how frail her bones are and that she needs to be a bit more careful with herself and more aware of what she is doing. The poem that she had just read seriously distracted her. So, she began doing what she did best. Write in Morse Code in her journal and figure things out in doodles. They wanted her to break through window walls. . . Did this have to do with her dreams? She kept having weird dreams, that she was trapped in a some weird black muck. She saw herself trapped in it, and when she touched it a ripple of gold flew through it and her eyes opened and she was staring at herself. Behind her was an army of monsters, a slimey eyeballed princess with a puppet of a monster that clinged onto her, a flying dragon with burnt fur, a fire spirit and flowery person. All the flowery lady did was speak her name and she woke up.
That's all she can remember from that dream. She had drawn that flowery lady with long pink hair and pale green skin. Her eyes were a shiny gold, like hers. What she wasn't supposed to do was to break through the walls. So, she's not supposed to touch the walls. So maybe she's supposed to slip in the goo. What if it's not talking about the goo at all. Her pencil had been chewed on hard, by her anxious habits. She froze as she looked outside the window. What if they wanted her to leave the school? Why? She should find the others first. Maybe their poems were supposed to be like a story, one going off of the other.
She shook her head as quickly looked up at Ruby from her notebook. Her pale face turned pink as she thought about her big fluffy white hair. She looks like a sheep. She should write that down. She can't forget things, lately she has been forgetting things more than usual. Simple things like her ribbon that she's supposed to wear on her uniform- oh my God she forgot it. Fidgeting, she began to search everywhere for the ribbon that was on her wrist. She let out a quick sigh of relief and began to shakily tie it around her collar. She hoped to any god that no one, especially Ruby saw her look for her ribbon that was tied right on her wrist.
Time was ticking for the main 10. Only 15 more minutes until Sophomores have their lunch. Each student will then switch classes to their own scheduled classes of their choosing. They cannot have the same classes that they were just in. Freshmen- Chemistry, Art or Band, PE, Languages, English Language Arts, Algebra, World History. Sophomores- Biology, Art or Band or Computer Science, PE, Languages, English Language Arts, Geometry, Monster and Human History. Juniors- Physics 1, Art or Band, Computer Science or Botany, Language, English Language Arts, Algebra 2 and Trigonometry, World Advancement Studies. ((We don't have any Seniors, so no need to list of their classes)) Reminder that half of the day is almost up. School ends at 2:50. Next 3 posts the Bell rings.
Sycamore was. . . Extremely confused to say the least. She couldn't get the message of what the text had said off her mind. Trees of Green are Thee. . . Why would they capitalize Green and Thee, what was the purpose? The thoughts were bubbling in her head, wanting to burst out through her skull. She began doing what she did best, being smart and writing down all possible meanings of the poem. Pulling out a pencil and a notepad, she began writing down multiple possibilities. The sounds of fierce pencil scratching that contrasted the simple and soft writing that she did before filled up the room of similar pencil scratches. What did it mean, what is it and what could it be. Trees of Green is most likely speaking directly to her since it addressed that it was "thee". They wanted her to believe that it was being spoken directly to her. Whoever wrote this knew her, but she probably didn't know them.
If she did know them then she can't rule out it could be any one of the student council members, Adri her roommate, or maybe on of the teachers. She crossed out the thought of it being a teacher, they most likely would have been working and she crossed out Adri since she had his number in case of an emergency. She also began to cross out student council members since they also were in class and didn't have the time of day to do this right now. It could be anyone at this point.
Her poem also states that they wanted her to go somewhere with "me". What if they didn't want her to go with whoever sent them the message. What if they wanted her to find out where to go. That's where she and the rest of the others can meet up at. They were supposed to meet up but if they were disturbed by a teacher or student council member the poem could jeopardize the whole “mission.” There was something more than what this simple poem is putting out there. Something that would change something, but what? This little poem can't be riding on so much.
She shakes her head, slowly getting back into what she was doing. She had to find where they needed to meet up. She pulled out her map that she had of the school that she kept from her first year. It had all the locations of each class in the entire school. She had mapped out the quickest way to get to her classes without much of a hassle. She then placed the opposite tip of her pen at the class she was in the third floor of the building. Then following it down the hall and up. . . She had to go to the roof. Oh no, the roof is mostly off limits to everyone- except Student Council Members looking for skipping students or getting extra desks for classmates. She could have to be very careful with this situation. She's going to have to find everyone by the end of the day get them all on the rooftop. Oh she hopes that she can find them all in time.
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Jasper was distracted, to say the least. He didn't like that he had to work together with someone, and not just someone but probably a whole lot of people. He began to paint the wings of the bird behind him. The teacher said to make self portraits and that was exactly what he did. He just added a background of something else. It gave his art some character. And he enjoyed it, just a tad bit.
As Jasper set his brush in the water, he began to think. He usually didn't like to think so much, it gave him a headache and he probably won't remember it later on in the day, but that's why he had pencil and paper. Grabbing his bag from the floor, he walked over to a secluded part of the room where the goths would usually draw their “controversial” art. He began to write out what could it mean. Touch thy sky but not alone. . . First of all, he remembers enough of Shakespearean language that the thy in that sentence did not make sense. It wasn't supposed to be thy but the. Unless it meant his sky, which wasn't true for the sky wasn't his. Whoever it was, was rusty with the language. So it obviously can't be a teacher or something.
He looked around the classroom. There was nothing in the class that hinted that he was being watched. Having cameras inside classrooms was illegal so that meant the only people watching him was the teacher and the student from earlier. But she was a freshie, not important at all. No offense to the teacher, but there was no way in bloody 'ell that he would be able to think of something this artistic. As well as directly speak to him and tell him to stop lying to himself. He wasn't lying to anyone, he never said anything. He just didn't want to work with others cause who knows what could happen when others come to talk with him. They didn't know him and he didn't know them. He just likes being left alone. But whoever it was, wanted him to get an advantage point to be able to see all. He probably was going to have to go to the roof. Meh, he's been there before.
The view is nice, but the only problem is not getting caught by Student Council. Unless if he was a Student Council member, there was no way he was- wait. . . He knew a Student council member. Sycamore was so gullible that she probably would let him go on the the roof without asking any questions. Then maybe from up there he would be able to figure out what he's supposed to go. He won't need anyone else's help to figure out this poem. He'll do it himself.
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Allin let out a silent yelp as she slowly shakes her wrist. Sometimes she forgets how frail her bones are and that she needs to be a bit more careful with herself and more aware of what she is doing. The poem that she had just read seriously distracted her. So, she began doing what she did best. Write in Morse Code in her journal and figure things out in doodles. They wanted her to break through window walls. . . Did this have to do with her dreams? She kept having weird dreams, that she was trapped in a some weird black muck. She saw herself trapped in it, and when she touched it a ripple of gold flew through it and her eyes opened and she was staring at herself. Behind her was an army of monsters, a slimey eyeballed princess with a puppet of a monster that clinged onto her, a flying dragon with burnt fur, a fire spirit and flowery person. All the flowery lady did was speak her name and she woke up.
That's all she can remember from that dream. She had drawn that flowery lady with long pink hair and pale green skin. Her eyes were a shiny gold, like hers. What she wasn't supposed to do was to break through the walls. So, she's not supposed to touch the walls. So maybe she's supposed to slip in the goo. What if it's not talking about the goo at all. Her pencil had been chewed on hard, by her anxious habits. She froze as she looked outside the window. What if they wanted her to leave the school? Why? She should find the others first. Maybe their poems were supposed to be like a story, one going off of the other.
She shook her head as quickly looked up at Ruby from her notebook. Her pale face turned pink as she thought about her big fluffy white hair. She looks like a sheep. She should write that down. She can't forget things, lately she has been forgetting things more than usual. Simple things like her ribbon that she's supposed to wear on her uniform- oh my God she forgot it. Fidgeting, she began to search everywhere for the ribbon that was on her wrist. She let out a quick sigh of relief and began to shakily tie it around her collar. She hoped to any god that no one, especially Ruby saw her look for her ribbon that was tied right on her wrist.
Ruby was fuming. This poem was confusing. It was dumb, vague, and didn't make sense. The more she thought about it, the more puzzled and frustrated she became.
Posture and poise mean nothing? What did that mean? Ruby agreed that having good posture was the last thing she should be focusing on - because really, who cared about back problems - but what if it meant something more? Did it mean posture as in, like... socially? Ruby didn't really care what people thought of her either, and made no effort to improve her appearance - she just wanted people to leave her alone. They were irritating.
Though maybe she did care a bit about what that Allin girl thought (what was up with her, by the way? She was acting really weird. Not that she didn't act weird, like, all the time. Ruby tried not to look at her but she couldn't help stealing a couple glances).
She shook the thought away, scolding herself. Allin was annoying, she was... useless, too anxious, couldn't do anything right. Ruby didn't like her. She didn't care what she thought. She didn't want her even in her sight.
And yet... did she have to "save" her? What, from being so annoying? From all these people she seemed so scared of? Ruby thought it was dumb. If Allin really did need saving, she should do it herself.
The thing that probably irked Ruby the most was that she was supposedly "looking the wrong way all along".
Ruby was never wrong. At least, she'd never admit it.
This poem was probably wrong.
Iris took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. This was so exciting. A text by... someone she didn't know! Mysterious! Maybe it was... a prophecy. It did rhyme, after all. Or maybe someone was just writing poems and sent it to the wrong number.
She found herself fidgeting a little with a mixture of excitement and fear. Hopefully this... prophecy or whatever it was wasn't a bad thing. It didn't sound like too much of a bad thing, though she wasn't so sure.
Iris secretly hoped it was aimed at her and wasn't some sort of mistake, as scary as being "the chosen one" sounded.
Well, more like the chosen third.
She squinted at her phone's screen. Insert thyself in the picture... what did that mean? Iris liked pictures. She liked drawing, and was pretty decent at it, too. Maybe it meant... putting herself out there? Iris didn't know. That one was confusing.
And reach for the Stars. Why was that capitalized? Stars, as in like, real stars, or... metaphorical stars? Iris assumed they were metaphorical, because it seemed an awful lot like that saying, but you could never be so sure about stars. Or Stars.
Find the ones that'll be your fixture / All broken, but 10 pieces of the sky. Iris was sure that meant she had to find others. Did they get a poem/prophecy/wrong number text too? She hoped they weren't mean. Or scary. She hoped they could be friends, as terrified of social interaction as she was. Iris wasn't bad at making new friends, somehow.
Ruby was fuming. This poem was confusing. It was dumb, vague, and didn't make sense. The more she thought about it, the more puzzled and frustrated she became.
Posture and poise mean nothing? What did that mean? Ruby agreed that having good posture was the last thing she should be focusing on - because really, who cared about back problems - but what if it meant something more? Did it mean posture as in, like... socially? Ruby didn't really care what people thought of her either, and made no effort to improve her appearance - she just wanted people to leave her alone. They were irritating.
Though maybe she did care a bit about what that Allin girl thought (what was up with her, by the way? She was acting really weird. Not that she didn't act weird, like, all the time. Ruby tried not to look at her but she couldn't help stealing a couple glances).
She shook the thought away, scolding herself. Allin was annoying, she was... useless, too anxious, couldn't do anything right. Ruby didn't like her. She didn't care what she thought. She didn't want her even in her sight.
And yet... did she have to "save" her? What, from being so annoying? From all these people she seemed so scared of? Ruby thought it was dumb. If Allin really did need saving, she should do it herself.
The thing that probably irked Ruby the most was that she was supposedly "looking the wrong way all along".
Ruby was never wrong. At least, she'd never admit it.
This poem was probably wrong.
Iris took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. This was so exciting. A text by... someone she didn't know! Mysterious! Maybe it was... a prophecy. It did rhyme, after all. Or maybe someone was just writing poems and sent it to the wrong number.
She found herself fidgeting a little with a mixture of excitement and fear. Hopefully this... prophecy or whatever it was wasn't a bad thing. It didn't sound like too much of a bad thing, though she wasn't so sure.
Iris secretly hoped it was aimed at her and wasn't some sort of mistake, as scary as being "the chosen one" sounded.
Well, more like the chosen third.
She squinted at her phone's screen. Insert thyself in the picture... what did that mean? Iris liked pictures. She liked drawing, and was pretty decent at it, too. Maybe it meant... putting herself out there? Iris didn't know. That one was confusing.
And reach for the Stars. Why was that capitalized? Stars, as in like, real stars, or... metaphorical stars? Iris assumed they were metaphorical, because it seemed an awful lot like that saying, but you could never be so sure about stars. Or Stars.
Find the ones that'll be your fixture / All broken, but 10 pieces of the sky. Iris was sure that meant she had to find others. Did they get a poem/prophecy/wrong number text too? She hoped they weren't mean. Or scary. She hoped they could be friends, as terrified of social interaction as she was. Iris wasn't bad at making new friends, somehow.
call me taro
he/him and pi/pika | fr time | art shop
Even though Adri knew what he had to do, he was still in the same spot, taking the time to think more about the poem. He didn't need to look at it again to know what it said. He was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, trying not to lean against the lockers as he thought about it.
He knew to ask Sycamore about it when he had the chance, but since he couldn't exactly do that right now - well, he technically could text her about it, but she was likely in class - he decided it would be best to try and decipher his part of the probably incomplete poem. Maybe all the other texts fit into one large poem or something.
So the Ties and Bows part meant the school uniform. Or at least, he thought it did. He didn't know what else it could mean. Maybe it had a deeper meaning, likely relating to the topic of choice, but he knew that by thinking that he was looking too deeply into it. He liked to find meaning in all kinds of media, after all, and that included poetry.
Crossed hearts could be relating to the phrase 'cross my heart and hope to die'. That meant making an important promise that, if broken, would lead to dire consequences. If the poem was trying to be important, than that would be a probable guess, but then again, he didn't know much about this whole situation. He wasn't sure what other meaning it could hold... maybe it meant something negative?
Of course you think that way. Of course.
He ignored the voice and continued with his thoughts. The foolish crosswalks part had him the most confused. Sorry. Foolish crossWalks. Maybe it refers to the feud between monsters and humans? That would make too much sense in his opinion. He had always detested this conflict. Why couldn't people just get along? Were humans afraid of monsters, or did they think they were just better? And what about monsters? Did they think of themselves as the superior race?
My God, you're going off track. This is supposed to be about studying the poem, not ranting to yourself!
He grit his teeth slightly and shook his head a little. Focus. Just focus.
As for the leave behind your Woes part... he visibly winced, feeling a deep pang in his chest. He knew what that could most likely be referring to. He squeezed his eyes shut, not needing to be reminded of... that. He had gotten over it, he was going to move on, right? He had to move on for her. That was the resolve he made before accepting his invitation. It was all for her.
Despite all of this thinking, he didn't know where to go, or if it was trying to point him in a specific direction. He supposed it was telling him to leave the past behind and not hold any grudges? Except... he wasn't holding any grudges. Not towards humans, and certainly not towards monsters. Both sides were right and wrong at the same time. They were equal, as far as he was concerned.
He held his head in his hands and closed his eyes. None of this is adding up! What do I do?? he thought painstakingly, his grip on his own head tightening slightly. As he sat there contemplating what to do, he felt the stress telling his shadow to animate itself, but with the choker around his neck, it wasn't quite working. He was grateful for that. He didn't need anyone to see him using his powers when it wasn't necessary.
You shouldn't be jumping down the rabbit hole just yet... a voice advised. Strangely, it was the same one that had presumably taunted him not too long ago. To him, this wasn't much of a surprise. To his knowledge, that voice usually came in when something stressful or overall negative was happening to him. Even when it wasn't, it came in sometimes. He found it pretty annoying, how it was able to do that. He didn't even know if it was just his own thoughts, his shadow, or some other... thing.
Wait until you ask Sycamore. She'll probably know something, even if she didn't receive one of those texts.
Pippin was finished eating at this point, waiting for lunch to be over with. In the meantime, he decided to spend the rest of his time trying to decipher his poem. It didn't seem that cryptic, but the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. There was a lot of talk about food. He didn't understand why. Why did most of the poem have to be dedicated to that? Was it because he was in the lunchroom? It should only take one line to get that message across, really.
Someone behind the counter could mean a few people, but he had a feeling that he wasn't supposed to be telling any of the staff members about this. He speculated that everyone who got a text like this were students here. That would make the most sense, otherwise, if a teacher had gotten it, they would likely alert the principal or someone of a higher status to deal with it.
Despite the confusion, he was getting excited. Meeting new people was always fun, and solving a mystery too? That sounded like fun!...Even if he still had no idea of what he was supposed to do. All he had to do was be patient and remain optimistic. If he happened to get the chance to talk to Jasper soon, he'd ask him. He might possibly know what's going on. Even if he didn't, it would still be nice to talk to him. They are roommates, after all!
Now he was finished with all of his ice, but even then, he was still chewing absently, but he was chewing on nothing. He really shouldn't have eaten the ice that quickly. He looked down at his phone and decided to play a game on it until lunch was over, but not before he threw away his trash, of course. He liked to clean up in advance, even if lunch was nowhere near being close to ending.
He had at least fifteen or so minutes left, so he had some time to kill. Since he couldn't quite decipher the poem's meaning just yet, he wouldn't spend another ounce of energy on it... except he couldn't stop thinking about it. It seemed way too important to just brush off like it could wait.
Chris didn't know what to do. It wasn't just about the poem either. He contemplated asking to leave the room just so he could clear his head, but the room wasn't loud, so it wasn't like he couldn't calm down in here. He just didn't need anyone to see that he was confused about more than one thing. Thankfully, his sunglasses concealed most of the emotions he felt, so that was a positive. A life-saver, if you will.
Not only did he have one cryptic poem to decipher, but two. Two! Both seemed very important, and both made little to no sense right now. However, they would make more sense eventually, and they wouldn't remain cryptic for long. He thought about taking a notebook out and jotting the details down, going back and forth between 'do it' and 'don't'. He didn't really like how writing with a pencil felt. It was just... weird.
Screw it. It wasn't like he could memorize both poems. If he tried, he'd probably have another... well, episode. That was the kindest word he could refer to these instances as. Though, he swore he took that medicine this morning. Was it just not working as well as it should be...?
Nonsense. I'll just get out the notebook, he told himself, deciding to put his unfinished projects away before fishing out a notebook and a pencil. He didn't put the notebook on his desk, merely placing it on his lap at a diagonal angle so it was exposed to anyone, including the two girls in front of him. He was pretty sure their names were Ruby and Allin. It didn't look obvious at all, but he had noticed Allin was acting odd without looking directly at her. He did consider asking if she was okay, but at the same time, he didn't want to upset Ruby; she had been boring a hole into him with her gaze earlier, after all.
Instead, he got to writing, copying down the two poems. He had to quickly glance at his phone a couple times in order to copy it down word for word, but he eventually completed it and stared at the words.
The first poem must be talking about dark secrets, if it had a deeper meaning and required out-of-the-box thinking. It certainly sounded that way, especially with the sweet copper lies part. He didn't know who this 'he and she' were, but they had to be important, whatever the case. Maybe this 'he and she' was apart of this whole operation, in which case, he would most certainly find them.
No. Wait.
It struck him like a brick. 'He and she' and 'she and he' could actually be referring to the Vice Principal and the mysterious Principal herself. How did he not realize that earlier? It made a ton of sense, as not much was known about either of them. He quickly jotted that down and gave it a good look. He narrowed his eyes a little at the paper. He had a weird feeling... a suspicious feeling... but he shoved it down. That wasn't where his focus should be right now. He wasn't done trying to decipher this whole thing.
As he continued to stare at the open notebook, he was was struck with another sudden thought. Wait... if mice hiding somewhere is supposed to mean secrets... isn't the roof off limits to pretty much everyone? That must be for a reason. Does it want me to go there?
He absentmindedly jotted it down, but in such a way that if it were read, they wouldn't be able to guess that he was thinking about going somewhere he wasn't supposed to. He just wrote, 'rooftop'. Not something like, 'go to the rooftop'. He had to figure out how he was going to be able to get up there without getting in trouble. It was off limits after all, and he wasn't a Student Council Member.
He couldn't just ask one of them either. He didn't really know them all that well; at the moment, he could only remember the name of one, and that was Sycamore. Again, he didn't know any of them well enough, much less her.
He sighed and moved onto the next poem. Okay, so the second one somehow made more sense to him. From what he understood, it was basically warning him against solving this case by himself. If there was a specific enemy this group was going to fight against, they were going to stand their ground and probably be persistent. The will your lies part kind of threw him off. Was it telling him to be good at lying? For what?
The final line almost sent a shiver down his spine. He had a feeling that it didn't mean anything good. At least, initially. Chains of captivity... was he going to end up in chains? Or was this final poem meant for the entire group, rather than him having two personal poems to himself? Or were any of the poems personal? Being put in chains didn't sound like a pleasant experience either way.
He finished writing his speculations down and wondered what to do next. He glanced at his phone to look at the time and put it away afterwards. He had fifteen minutes or so left in class before lunch. All he had to do was be patient. He didn't want to drag his projects back out when he had only fifteen minutes left, so he decided to sketch absentmindedly instead. Even though he didn't like writing with a pencil, he didn't mind drawing with one. He started on a sketch of chains winding around each other, similar to that of DNA.
Even though Adri knew what he had to do, he was still in the same spot, taking the time to think more about the poem. He didn't need to look at it again to know what it said. He was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, trying not to lean against the lockers as he thought about it.
He knew to ask Sycamore about it when he had the chance, but since he couldn't exactly do that right now - well, he technically could text her about it, but she was likely in class - he decided it would be best to try and decipher his part of the probably incomplete poem. Maybe all the other texts fit into one large poem or something.
So the Ties and Bows part meant the school uniform. Or at least, he thought it did. He didn't know what else it could mean. Maybe it had a deeper meaning, likely relating to the topic of choice, but he knew that by thinking that he was looking too deeply into it. He liked to find meaning in all kinds of media, after all, and that included poetry.
Crossed hearts could be relating to the phrase 'cross my heart and hope to die'. That meant making an important promise that, if broken, would lead to dire consequences. If the poem was trying to be important, than that would be a probable guess, but then again, he didn't know much about this whole situation. He wasn't sure what other meaning it could hold... maybe it meant something negative?
Of course you think that way. Of course.
He ignored the voice and continued with his thoughts. The foolish crosswalks part had him the most confused. Sorry. Foolish crossWalks. Maybe it refers to the feud between monsters and humans? That would make too much sense in his opinion. He had always detested this conflict. Why couldn't people just get along? Were humans afraid of monsters, or did they think they were just better? And what about monsters? Did they think of themselves as the superior race?
My God, you're going off track. This is supposed to be about studying the poem, not ranting to yourself!
He grit his teeth slightly and shook his head a little. Focus. Just focus.
As for the leave behind your Woes part... he visibly winced, feeling a deep pang in his chest. He knew what that could most likely be referring to. He squeezed his eyes shut, not needing to be reminded of... that. He had gotten over it, he was going to move on, right? He had to move on for her. That was the resolve he made before accepting his invitation. It was all for her.
Despite all of this thinking, he didn't know where to go, or if it was trying to point him in a specific direction. He supposed it was telling him to leave the past behind and not hold any grudges? Except... he wasn't holding any grudges. Not towards humans, and certainly not towards monsters. Both sides were right and wrong at the same time. They were equal, as far as he was concerned.
He held his head in his hands and closed his eyes. None of this is adding up! What do I do?? he thought painstakingly, his grip on his own head tightening slightly. As he sat there contemplating what to do, he felt the stress telling his shadow to animate itself, but with the choker around his neck, it wasn't quite working. He was grateful for that. He didn't need anyone to see him using his powers when it wasn't necessary.
You shouldn't be jumping down the rabbit hole just yet... a voice advised. Strangely, it was the same one that had presumably taunted him not too long ago. To him, this wasn't much of a surprise. To his knowledge, that voice usually came in when something stressful or overall negative was happening to him. Even when it wasn't, it came in sometimes. He found it pretty annoying, how it was able to do that. He didn't even know if it was just his own thoughts, his shadow, or some other... thing.
Wait until you ask Sycamore. She'll probably know something, even if she didn't receive one of those texts.
Pippin was finished eating at this point, waiting for lunch to be over with. In the meantime, he decided to spend the rest of his time trying to decipher his poem. It didn't seem that cryptic, but the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. There was a lot of talk about food. He didn't understand why. Why did most of the poem have to be dedicated to that? Was it because he was in the lunchroom? It should only take one line to get that message across, really.
Someone behind the counter could mean a few people, but he had a feeling that he wasn't supposed to be telling any of the staff members about this. He speculated that everyone who got a text like this were students here. That would make the most sense, otherwise, if a teacher had gotten it, they would likely alert the principal or someone of a higher status to deal with it.
Despite the confusion, he was getting excited. Meeting new people was always fun, and solving a mystery too? That sounded like fun!...Even if he still had no idea of what he was supposed to do. All he had to do was be patient and remain optimistic. If he happened to get the chance to talk to Jasper soon, he'd ask him. He might possibly know what's going on. Even if he didn't, it would still be nice to talk to him. They are roommates, after all!
Now he was finished with all of his ice, but even then, he was still chewing absently, but he was chewing on nothing. He really shouldn't have eaten the ice that quickly. He looked down at his phone and decided to play a game on it until lunch was over, but not before he threw away his trash, of course. He liked to clean up in advance, even if lunch was nowhere near being close to ending.
He had at least fifteen or so minutes left, so he had some time to kill. Since he couldn't quite decipher the poem's meaning just yet, he wouldn't spend another ounce of energy on it... except he couldn't stop thinking about it. It seemed way too important to just brush off like it could wait.
Chris didn't know what to do. It wasn't just about the poem either. He contemplated asking to leave the room just so he could clear his head, but the room wasn't loud, so it wasn't like he couldn't calm down in here. He just didn't need anyone to see that he was confused about more than one thing. Thankfully, his sunglasses concealed most of the emotions he felt, so that was a positive. A life-saver, if you will.
Not only did he have one cryptic poem to decipher, but two. Two! Both seemed very important, and both made little to no sense right now. However, they would make more sense eventually, and they wouldn't remain cryptic for long. He thought about taking a notebook out and jotting the details down, going back and forth between 'do it' and 'don't'. He didn't really like how writing with a pencil felt. It was just... weird.
Screw it. It wasn't like he could memorize both poems. If he tried, he'd probably have another... well, episode. That was the kindest word he could refer to these instances as. Though, he swore he took that medicine this morning. Was it just not working as well as it should be...?
Nonsense. I'll just get out the notebook, he told himself, deciding to put his unfinished projects away before fishing out a notebook and a pencil. He didn't put the notebook on his desk, merely placing it on his lap at a diagonal angle so it was exposed to anyone, including the two girls in front of him. He was pretty sure their names were Ruby and Allin. It didn't look obvious at all, but he had noticed Allin was acting odd without looking directly at her. He did consider asking if she was okay, but at the same time, he didn't want to upset Ruby; she had been boring a hole into him with her gaze earlier, after all.
Instead, he got to writing, copying down the two poems. He had to quickly glance at his phone a couple times in order to copy it down word for word, but he eventually completed it and stared at the words.
The first poem must be talking about dark secrets, if it had a deeper meaning and required out-of-the-box thinking. It certainly sounded that way, especially with the sweet copper lies part. He didn't know who this 'he and she' were, but they had to be important, whatever the case. Maybe this 'he and she' was apart of this whole operation, in which case, he would most certainly find them.
No. Wait.
It struck him like a brick. 'He and she' and 'she and he' could actually be referring to the Vice Principal and the mysterious Principal herself. How did he not realize that earlier? It made a ton of sense, as not much was known about either of them. He quickly jotted that down and gave it a good look. He narrowed his eyes a little at the paper. He had a weird feeling... a suspicious feeling... but he shoved it down. That wasn't where his focus should be right now. He wasn't done trying to decipher this whole thing.
As he continued to stare at the open notebook, he was was struck with another sudden thought. Wait... if mice hiding somewhere is supposed to mean secrets... isn't the roof off limits to pretty much everyone? That must be for a reason. Does it want me to go there?
He absentmindedly jotted it down, but in such a way that if it were read, they wouldn't be able to guess that he was thinking about going somewhere he wasn't supposed to. He just wrote, 'rooftop'. Not something like, 'go to the rooftop'. He had to figure out how he was going to be able to get up there without getting in trouble. It was off limits after all, and he wasn't a Student Council Member.
He couldn't just ask one of them either. He didn't really know them all that well; at the moment, he could only remember the name of one, and that was Sycamore. Again, he didn't know any of them well enough, much less her.
He sighed and moved onto the next poem. Okay, so the second one somehow made more sense to him. From what he understood, it was basically warning him against solving this case by himself. If there was a specific enemy this group was going to fight against, they were going to stand their ground and probably be persistent. The will your lies part kind of threw him off. Was it telling him to be good at lying? For what?
The final line almost sent a shiver down his spine. He had a feeling that it didn't mean anything good. At least, initially. Chains of captivity... was he going to end up in chains? Or was this final poem meant for the entire group, rather than him having two personal poems to himself? Or were any of the poems personal? Being put in chains didn't sound like a pleasant experience either way.
He finished writing his speculations down and wondered what to do next. He glanced at his phone to look at the time and put it away afterwards. He had fifteen minutes or so left in class before lunch. All he had to do was be patient. He didn't want to drag his projects back out when he had only fifteen minutes left, so he decided to sketch absentmindedly instead. Even though he didn't like writing with a pencil, he didn't mind drawing with one. He started on a sketch of chains winding around each other, similar to that of DNA.
Allin was embarrassed to say the very least. Not only did Ruby totally saw her completely and utterly forget that she had her bow on her wrist the entire time, but she was distracting herself from one of the most important tasks at hand and that was paying attention to their project. She began writing things down, for the simple things that Allin could complete like all the research and the power point. She was good at doing PowerPoints and finding research for things. Wait, what if they have something about the poems online? What if they were copy and search. She would have to write that down. Grabbing a purple ink pen, she uncapped it and began to write in dots and lines. Yahoo about poems. The petite girl then slowly gathered her supplies. Classes was supposed to end soon in the next five minutes. Better be prepared rather than too late.
She only had two more classes and a lunch period to go through and then she'll be done. Done with today and then she can head to Botany club. She also took Botany class and club- that class being the only different class that she had from Ruby. She remembered that her sister spoke with the Vice-principal about making friends. But that conversation was blurry. She remembers that he was a big wolf with four eyes, blue and purple and thick fur. He always wore a suit and smelled like soap. So they had her roommate have a whole lot of classes that were the same as her. Except Ruby didn't have Botany as one of her special classes. Most likely since she can't take care of her plants and that's why the one plant on her table is practically begging Allin to go and nurse it back to health. All in all, Mr. Lycian Carnis smells like soap, Ruby is a fluffy sheep and bad with plants, purple ink and she has to go to the roof to collect the new fodder that the Botany Club will need for today after school.
Oh no. She had to go to the roof of the school. For some strange reason she had bad memories of roofs. Jumping off and someone holding her back, begging for her not to jump. She pulled them off and ran off but didn't die. She just . . . Something inside her shattered. She slipped through. . . Like how the wind blows. . . The poem. It has something to do with her memories and escaping school. Maybe they were supposed to leave and go to that nearby Pizza place? It's usually really good on the weekends. Like that's when everyone is allowed to leave school and they all go crazy to go there. Pizzazz Pizza Parlor is the best of all. Suddenly, while dreaming of nice pizza dreams, the sharp chimes of the bell summoned her. Before picking up her bag she spoke quickly for Ruby to hear, always looking down and unable to look her in the eyes. “I-i'm going to do the research and PowerPoint, if you c-can check it over later after school and work on th-th-then that would be great. See you i-in lunch.” She said before scurrying away with her bag and supplies packed. Plants, here Lindsey Ginter comes!
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Jasper was already getting ready to leave. He had planned leaving art ever since the class began. He grasped his painting and stared at it. It was himself, dark blue-black scales and glowing eyes staring back at him. His dark brown hair trying to hide the antler nubs that protrude from the top of his head. The wings of a black crow with a blue glow on the feathers behind him. They remind him of the schools badges that are plastered on the underclassmen gym uniforms and on his school bag. The image gave him feelings of a vintage rainy day picture that he's seen before. Like the world being carried on the back of a bird who was crying tears of pearl. It was by an artist named Zen. . . Zen L. He's not sure where he's seen it- probably on a museum with his sisters, after all the oldest loves controversial art. She would also probably love the goths corner. The one he's been staying too long in. After this he has . . . Oh good God, World Advancement Studies. How he hated that class. The teacher was this overly cherry and positive hippie teacher who just loved talking about her husband- who happened to be the art teacher. They were both a too happy and honestly loved talking about the other- even though they get through the lesson they have to mention each other at least three times each class. The very least 3 and that's on a sick day or when the other is absent. They still manage to get the substitute mention the other, which is a miracle. Putting his art away to dry on a rack, he began to pack. Putting away his sketchbook and pencils, pulling out the room number and as soon as the bell rang in the next few seconds- he ran out of the classroom and roamed the halls of the second floor. He would have plenty of time to head to that class, their classes were right next to each other. He had a feeling the Vice-principal and the Principal were total shippers and somehow managed to bring even the most unlikely couples together. He shivered in fear. Hopefully, he'll make his own way up the roof later or he just might go now to skip class.
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Sycamore was so stressed. There was the fact that she was a Student Council member and that she would get in trouble for being up on the roof for no reason at all. She would need to find an excuse to be up on the roof of the school. She most likely wouldn’t be wouldn’t be questioned if she is up on the roof, she is a Student Council member so she will be fine but if she kept bringing whoever was apart of these odd poem texts then she might get in trouble. She was going to need an excuse to come up here and a good one at that. Maybe some teacher needed help moving something or getting some desks downstairs to a teacher's room. There were some supplies up here that the teachers would leave, so maybe there was someone that needed help. Maybe she can check some supply papers of what just came in. Maybe a Student Council member knows something about helping a student out and if there is enough of that thing then they could have at least ten people up on the roof. Ten seemed like a reasonable number, but a whole lot of people. There had to be some heavy stuff up there. She needed to find out who sent these texts, maybe the person left some hints in the poems. All she knew is that she had to show up on the roof. Maybe someone else knows to head up on the roof and is telling others. Hopefully she'll find them. And she'll need to find them soon.
The bell rang out as she was soon out of her seat and packing up. The teacher was yelling about homework, and she wrote that down because she still needed to be an example student even if there is some weird conspiracy theories going on. She slowly stepped up and and put her things away, slinging her pack over her head and keeping it tight against her. She was usually the last one to leave her classes. Waving her teacher goodbye, she finally left her classroom. Now to head to a completely different Warzone- the cafeteria.
Allin was embarrassed to say the very least. Not only did Ruby totally saw her completely and utterly forget that she had her bow on her wrist the entire time, but she was distracting herself from one of the most important tasks at hand and that was paying attention to their project. She began writing things down, for the simple things that Allin could complete like all the research and the power point. She was good at doing PowerPoints and finding research for things. Wait, what if they have something about the poems online? What if they were copy and search. She would have to write that down. Grabbing a purple ink pen, she uncapped it and began to write in dots and lines. Yahoo about poems. The petite girl then slowly gathered her supplies. Classes was supposed to end soon in the next five minutes. Better be prepared rather than too late.
She only had two more classes and a lunch period to go through and then she'll be done. Done with today and then she can head to Botany club. She also took Botany class and club- that class being the only different class that she had from Ruby. She remembered that her sister spoke with the Vice-principal about making friends. But that conversation was blurry. She remembers that he was a big wolf with four eyes, blue and purple and thick fur. He always wore a suit and smelled like soap. So they had her roommate have a whole lot of classes that were the same as her. Except Ruby didn't have Botany as one of her special classes. Most likely since she can't take care of her plants and that's why the one plant on her table is practically begging Allin to go and nurse it back to health. All in all, Mr. Lycian Carnis smells like soap, Ruby is a fluffy sheep and bad with plants, purple ink and she has to go to the roof to collect the new fodder that the Botany Club will need for today after school.
Oh no. She had to go to the roof of the school. For some strange reason she had bad memories of roofs. Jumping off and someone holding her back, begging for her not to jump. She pulled them off and ran off but didn't die. She just . . . Something inside her shattered. She slipped through. . . Like how the wind blows. . . The poem. It has something to do with her memories and escaping school. Maybe they were supposed to leave and go to that nearby Pizza place? It's usually really good on the weekends. Like that's when everyone is allowed to leave school and they all go crazy to go there. Pizzazz Pizza Parlor is the best of all. Suddenly, while dreaming of nice pizza dreams, the sharp chimes of the bell summoned her. Before picking up her bag she spoke quickly for Ruby to hear, always looking down and unable to look her in the eyes. “I-i'm going to do the research and PowerPoint, if you c-can check it over later after school and work on th-th-then that would be great. See you i-in lunch.” She said before scurrying away with her bag and supplies packed. Plants, here Lindsey Ginter comes!
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Jasper was already getting ready to leave. He had planned leaving art ever since the class began. He grasped his painting and stared at it. It was himself, dark blue-black scales and glowing eyes staring back at him. His dark brown hair trying to hide the antler nubs that protrude from the top of his head. The wings of a black crow with a blue glow on the feathers behind him. They remind him of the schools badges that are plastered on the underclassmen gym uniforms and on his school bag. The image gave him feelings of a vintage rainy day picture that he's seen before. Like the world being carried on the back of a bird who was crying tears of pearl. It was by an artist named Zen. . . Zen L. He's not sure where he's seen it- probably on a museum with his sisters, after all the oldest loves controversial art. She would also probably love the goths corner. The one he's been staying too long in. After this he has . . . Oh good God, World Advancement Studies. How he hated that class. The teacher was this overly cherry and positive hippie teacher who just loved talking about her husband- who happened to be the art teacher. They were both a too happy and honestly loved talking about the other- even though they get through the lesson they have to mention each other at least three times each class. The very least 3 and that's on a sick day or when the other is absent. They still manage to get the substitute mention the other, which is a miracle. Putting his art away to dry on a rack, he began to pack. Putting away his sketchbook and pencils, pulling out the room number and as soon as the bell rang in the next few seconds- he ran out of the classroom and roamed the halls of the second floor. He would have plenty of time to head to that class, their classes were right next to each other. He had a feeling the Vice-principal and the Principal were total shippers and somehow managed to bring even the most unlikely couples together. He shivered in fear. Hopefully, he'll make his own way up the roof later or he just might go now to skip class.
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Sycamore was so stressed. There was the fact that she was a Student Council member and that she would get in trouble for being up on the roof for no reason at all. She would need to find an excuse to be up on the roof of the school. She most likely wouldn’t be wouldn’t be questioned if she is up on the roof, she is a Student Council member so she will be fine but if she kept bringing whoever was apart of these odd poem texts then she might get in trouble. She was going to need an excuse to come up here and a good one at that. Maybe some teacher needed help moving something or getting some desks downstairs to a teacher's room. There were some supplies up here that the teachers would leave, so maybe there was someone that needed help. Maybe she can check some supply papers of what just came in. Maybe a Student Council member knows something about helping a student out and if there is enough of that thing then they could have at least ten people up on the roof. Ten seemed like a reasonable number, but a whole lot of people. There had to be some heavy stuff up there. She needed to find out who sent these texts, maybe the person left some hints in the poems. All she knew is that she had to show up on the roof. Maybe someone else knows to head up on the roof and is telling others. Hopefully she'll find them. And she'll need to find them soon.
The bell rang out as she was soon out of her seat and packing up. The teacher was yelling about homework, and she wrote that down because she still needed to be an example student even if there is some weird conspiracy theories going on. She slowly stepped up and and put her things away, slinging her pack over her head and keeping it tight against her. She was usually the last one to leave her classes. Waving her teacher goodbye, she finally left her classroom. Now to head to a completely different Warzone- the cafeteria.
Adrianus had decided that he was officially done with the text for now until he could get in touch with Sycamore, only for it to keep popping up in his mind, like an annoying gnat that wouldn't get away from your face no matter how many times you swatted at it.
However, the more he sat there in the same spot, now leaning against the lockers with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, the more his head cleared. The stress levels were relaxing now. He imagined himself in a void of nothing, just floating in eternal darkness with only himself in the picture and no one else... or nothing else, for that matter. For some odd reason, he found it calming. Maybe it was just nature for him; he was pretty much a darkness-themed monster, after all.
His thoughts were simplified, and some of the poem carried a new meaning to him this time, and it wasn't really as deep of a meaning as he originally thought. The crosswalks must mean crossing paths with the others who received the text - he didn't know why they were being called foolish if that were the case, but whatever - and the leave behind your woes part must mean that the future group would have to put their pasts behind them to accomplish whatever task they were supposed to accomplish. Yeah. Something like that, maybe.
See what simplistic thinking does for you? Works miracles if you ask me, the voice stated. Adrianus smiled a little. "Yeah... sometimes..." he murmured under his breath, letting out a sigh. He then realized that he hadn't been keeping track of the time, opening his eyes and pulling out his phone to look at said time. There were only a few minutes away from the bell ringing. Luckily, he hadn't unpacked anything, but he did need to prepare to get moving to his next class.
In fact, he should probably get moving right now. He could inquire about the poem with Sycamore later.
He stood up and began preparing for his next class; English Language Arts, or ELA, was next. Yes, the perfect class to have after being sent a poem. He wasn't even being sarcastic about it. Maybe whatever he was doing in class today would help him with it. Really, you're still on about that poem? Didn't you decide to forget about it until basically the end of the day? the voice chided. Adri knew that definitely wasn't his thought at all. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at nothing as he walked away from the lockers and towards the next class.
I have to take every chance I get, he thought. Besides, I love ELA. Writing is a lot of fun, especially when I get inspired.
The bell rang out about half a minute after he had begun walking. He quickened his pace when he heard that sound. He didn't want to get caught in the soon-to-be crowd of students just trying to get where they needed to be... or hang out in the middle of the halls or in front of a locker some other kid was trying to get to. That sometimes happened, and it was annoying each time, but Adri never complained or even asked them to move. He didn't like confrontation, after all.
Maybe that would change eventually.
Pippin glanced at the clock in the upper left hand corner of his phone while he was playing his game. He couldn't remember the name of it at the moment, for whatever reason. All he knew was that it was a fun way to pass the time, at least for him. He saw that there were only five or so minutes left until his lunch ended and he would have to get going to make room for the Sophomores.
"At least my area's clean!" he whispered to himself proudly, smiling. He closed the app and put down the phone, looking all around at his surroundings. He was feeling happier after putting that text behind him for now. Sure, it made little sense, but it didn't need to make sense right now. He would be able to figure it out later, if not with the power of knowledge and teamwork, he'd do it with the power of optimism!
His thoughts trailed off eventually, to the point where he was thinking about eating more food, despite having already eaten a pretty good lunch. Wow, is pizza delicious... I should hit up that pizza place this weekend, he thought to himself, instantly clicking onto his own suggestion. It had such a cool name too; Pizzazz Pizza Parlor! He got the wordplay too, Pizzazz. It sounded like something Chris would joke about, to be honest. They only talked a few times last year in passing, maybe even more, but that was enough for him to know just what the kid with the sunglasses thought about puns and wordplay in general.
He got up a few seconds before the bell rang, signaling that it was time for him to depart. Alright, time to go to class! he thought to himself as he happily walked away from the cafeteria. Bye-bye pepper trees and salty seas poem that makes no sense, I'll figure you out later!
He walked a little faster than a typical walking pace as he made his way towards class; more specifically, World Advancement Studies. He didn't really have any negative thoughts about it, besides the fact that maybe the teacher could tone it down a little with how much she mentioned the Art teacher. Other than that, he liked the class quite a bit... maybe some of that came from the fact that he shared that class with his roomie? Yeah, that was in fact true.
Speaking of Jasper, he found himself wanting to find him before actually heading into the classroom. From what he knew about him, he likely wouldn't be in class right away. He searched the halls of moving students for him, putting effort into it despite the fact that it shouldn't be that hard to find him. He was really tall and he rolls up his sleeves all the time, so he pretty much looked unique even if he was wearing the school uniform.
He eventually did find him roaming the halls of the second floor, and when he did, a bright smile lit his face. "Hey Jasper!" he called to him, making his way towards him. Unfortunately for him, he ended up slipping and falling on the ground when he'd almost reached the tall monster. Luckily he hadn't knocked into anyone, and it barely hurt at all, even though he could already feel a bruise forming somewhere on his arm. Nonetheless, he almost immediately hopped up from the floor like it was nothing.
"I'm fine!" he assured aloud before finally reaching Jasper. Hey, I should ask him about the poem!
"So, how was Art?...Was it okay, maybe?" he asked hopefully, one hand in his pocket grasping his phone. Hey, you didn't ask about the poem!...Oh well, I gotta at least start a normal conversation first!
Only a few minutes left. Then the familiar bell would sound and he would be summoned to the cafeteria.
Chris was still sketching idly, having finished the chains sketch. He had also drawn a rough sketch of a mouse underneath the words 'He and She', and now he was drawing a simple pair of eyes. It wasn't too much of a stretch - or even a stretch at all - to assume that these sketches had everything to do with the poems. It must be the symbolism drawing him in.
The time kept ticking by, and he found it interesting how it kept going like that. It never stopped for anyone or anything, not normally at least. A monster with powers relating to time could control it, but in his opinion, it was impossible to completely take control of such a concept like time itself. It just kept going, and he couldn't afford to waste a single second of it.
He knew he couldn't waste time with these poems. They did sound important, and there were more people who were going to be working on this too, so they'd have to make sure they were efficient about it if it did turn out to be very important. Not that they should completely ignore school; they would likely have to balance the two. Like leading a double life. That was the best comparison he could think of. He didn't know exactly how it would turn out, but he'd work to make sure he did the best he could.
When the bell finally rang at the exact second he thought it would, he closed his notebook and put it away. He made sure his sunglasses were still on right before wordlessly standing up, stretching, and exiting the classroom after telling the teacher to have a nice day.
He didn't really care about making it to lunch before everyone else like some of the other students did. He just didn't feel the need to rush. He'd probably bump into a few students or even cause them to drop their things. Either that or he'd be bumped into and his sunglasses could fall right off. He didn't need that happening. He was a little grateful that he didn't have to take his medication again at lunch; he usually took it in the morning and before going to bed. Though, his doctor did say he might have to increase his dose depending on if the medicine started to not work as it should.
He had a feeling that might start soon, but he shrugged it off for now. As he continued towards the cafeteria, he had a thought. Even though he didn't know her well, Scyamore would likely be nice enough to hear him out if he asked her about the rooftop. Since they were both Sophomores, he'd most likely be able to find her at lunch. That would give him something to do while he tried not to think about the future or anything like that. Or at least, some parts of it.
Adrianus had decided that he was officially done with the text for now until he could get in touch with Sycamore, only for it to keep popping up in his mind, like an annoying gnat that wouldn't get away from your face no matter how many times you swatted at it.
However, the more he sat there in the same spot, now leaning against the lockers with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, the more his head cleared. The stress levels were relaxing now. He imagined himself in a void of nothing, just floating in eternal darkness with only himself in the picture and no one else... or nothing else, for that matter. For some odd reason, he found it calming. Maybe it was just nature for him; he was pretty much a darkness-themed monster, after all.
His thoughts were simplified, and some of the poem carried a new meaning to him this time, and it wasn't really as deep of a meaning as he originally thought. The crosswalks must mean crossing paths with the others who received the text - he didn't know why they were being called foolish if that were the case, but whatever - and the leave behind your woes part must mean that the future group would have to put their pasts behind them to accomplish whatever task they were supposed to accomplish. Yeah. Something like that, maybe.
See what simplistic thinking does for you? Works miracles if you ask me, the voice stated. Adrianus smiled a little. "Yeah... sometimes..." he murmured under his breath, letting out a sigh. He then realized that he hadn't been keeping track of the time, opening his eyes and pulling out his phone to look at said time. There were only a few minutes away from the bell ringing. Luckily, he hadn't unpacked anything, but he did need to prepare to get moving to his next class.
In fact, he should probably get moving right now. He could inquire about the poem with Sycamore later.
He stood up and began preparing for his next class; English Language Arts, or ELA, was next. Yes, the perfect class to have after being sent a poem. He wasn't even being sarcastic about it. Maybe whatever he was doing in class today would help him with it. Really, you're still on about that poem? Didn't you decide to forget about it until basically the end of the day? the voice chided. Adri knew that definitely wasn't his thought at all. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at nothing as he walked away from the lockers and towards the next class.
I have to take every chance I get, he thought. Besides, I love ELA. Writing is a lot of fun, especially when I get inspired.
The bell rang out about half a minute after he had begun walking. He quickened his pace when he heard that sound. He didn't want to get caught in the soon-to-be crowd of students just trying to get where they needed to be... or hang out in the middle of the halls or in front of a locker some other kid was trying to get to. That sometimes happened, and it was annoying each time, but Adri never complained or even asked them to move. He didn't like confrontation, after all.
Maybe that would change eventually.
Pippin glanced at the clock in the upper left hand corner of his phone while he was playing his game. He couldn't remember the name of it at the moment, for whatever reason. All he knew was that it was a fun way to pass the time, at least for him. He saw that there were only five or so minutes left until his lunch ended and he would have to get going to make room for the Sophomores.
"At least my area's clean!" he whispered to himself proudly, smiling. He closed the app and put down the phone, looking all around at his surroundings. He was feeling happier after putting that text behind him for now. Sure, it made little sense, but it didn't need to make sense right now. He would be able to figure it out later, if not with the power of knowledge and teamwork, he'd do it with the power of optimism!
His thoughts trailed off eventually, to the point where he was thinking about eating more food, despite having already eaten a pretty good lunch. Wow, is pizza delicious... I should hit up that pizza place this weekend, he thought to himself, instantly clicking onto his own suggestion. It had such a cool name too; Pizzazz Pizza Parlor! He got the wordplay too, Pizzazz. It sounded like something Chris would joke about, to be honest. They only talked a few times last year in passing, maybe even more, but that was enough for him to know just what the kid with the sunglasses thought about puns and wordplay in general.
He got up a few seconds before the bell rang, signaling that it was time for him to depart. Alright, time to go to class! he thought to himself as he happily walked away from the cafeteria. Bye-bye pepper trees and salty seas poem that makes no sense, I'll figure you out later!
He walked a little faster than a typical walking pace as he made his way towards class; more specifically, World Advancement Studies. He didn't really have any negative thoughts about it, besides the fact that maybe the teacher could tone it down a little with how much she mentioned the Art teacher. Other than that, he liked the class quite a bit... maybe some of that came from the fact that he shared that class with his roomie? Yeah, that was in fact true.
Speaking of Jasper, he found himself wanting to find him before actually heading into the classroom. From what he knew about him, he likely wouldn't be in class right away. He searched the halls of moving students for him, putting effort into it despite the fact that it shouldn't be that hard to find him. He was really tall and he rolls up his sleeves all the time, so he pretty much looked unique even if he was wearing the school uniform.
He eventually did find him roaming the halls of the second floor, and when he did, a bright smile lit his face. "Hey Jasper!" he called to him, making his way towards him. Unfortunately for him, he ended up slipping and falling on the ground when he'd almost reached the tall monster. Luckily he hadn't knocked into anyone, and it barely hurt at all, even though he could already feel a bruise forming somewhere on his arm. Nonetheless, he almost immediately hopped up from the floor like it was nothing.
"I'm fine!" he assured aloud before finally reaching Jasper. Hey, I should ask him about the poem!
"So, how was Art?...Was it okay, maybe?" he asked hopefully, one hand in his pocket grasping his phone. Hey, you didn't ask about the poem!...Oh well, I gotta at least start a normal conversation first!
Only a few minutes left. Then the familiar bell would sound and he would be summoned to the cafeteria.
Chris was still sketching idly, having finished the chains sketch. He had also drawn a rough sketch of a mouse underneath the words 'He and She', and now he was drawing a simple pair of eyes. It wasn't too much of a stretch - or even a stretch at all - to assume that these sketches had everything to do with the poems. It must be the symbolism drawing him in.
The time kept ticking by, and he found it interesting how it kept going like that. It never stopped for anyone or anything, not normally at least. A monster with powers relating to time could control it, but in his opinion, it was impossible to completely take control of such a concept like time itself. It just kept going, and he couldn't afford to waste a single second of it.
He knew he couldn't waste time with these poems. They did sound important, and there were more people who were going to be working on this too, so they'd have to make sure they were efficient about it if it did turn out to be very important. Not that they should completely ignore school; they would likely have to balance the two. Like leading a double life. That was the best comparison he could think of. He didn't know exactly how it would turn out, but he'd work to make sure he did the best he could.
When the bell finally rang at the exact second he thought it would, he closed his notebook and put it away. He made sure his sunglasses were still on right before wordlessly standing up, stretching, and exiting the classroom after telling the teacher to have a nice day.
He didn't really care about making it to lunch before everyone else like some of the other students did. He just didn't feel the need to rush. He'd probably bump into a few students or even cause them to drop their things. Either that or he'd be bumped into and his sunglasses could fall right off. He didn't need that happening. He was a little grateful that he didn't have to take his medication again at lunch; he usually took it in the morning and before going to bed. Though, his doctor did say he might have to increase his dose depending on if the medicine started to not work as it should.
He had a feeling that might start soon, but he shrugged it off for now. As he continued towards the cafeteria, he had a thought. Even though he didn't know her well, Scyamore would likely be nice enough to hear him out if he asked her about the rooftop. Since they were both Sophomores, he'd most likely be able to find her at lunch. That would give him something to do while he tried not to think about the future or anything like that. Or at least, some parts of it.
