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Question; How many do we need to start?

One more then we will start.

(Okay, i really want to start so lets start.)

Poison woke up with a start hearing the alarm clock go off. She looked around the empty dorm room remembering where she was. Her head was damp with sweat from the nightmare she was having. It was about her getting chased by vampire slayers and they had wooden stick and...it was horrific. They had almost got her when she woke up. Poison got up and went to the next bed where her clothes were laying. She didn't have a roommate. She was happy about this because she didn't have to hide her identity every night she could just go out and hunt. She walked over to the blinds and shut them. She could stand the sun, but it always hurt her sensitive eyes.

Tim yawned and stretched, naturally shifting into his Irish Setter form. He trotted into the living room. He sighed and shifted, gathering the faded jeans and plaid shirt he had worn yesterday. He dressed, scavenged the fridge for the cold pizza and headed to class. Being Irish, one would have thought he would have gotten picked on more for his thick accent, but after he laid one of the larger bullies out with one punch, he seemed to have gotten some respect. Hoping on his mountain bike, he pedaled from the cheap apartment he rented to the school, backpack slung with his laptop and a notebook inside. He was just arriving when the tardy bell went off. Cursing under his breath he tossed the old bike on the bike rack and sprinted to the building.

For Shay, class went by quickly. She soon was in the cafeteria, piling food onto her tray.

WB, sorry

(Its cool x3)

Poison took out her phone. A text from Vladamere. "Hows school going?" it says i opened up my phone to the full keyboard "It sucks just like any other day" She got up and put her phone in the her bag and got up to head to the study room. Sat down took out her ipod turned it on and started reading.

Tim suffered the standard "Your a slacker" speech from Mr. Strickland. He had heard it many times before. The bald-headed human sounding too much like a U.S. military Drill Instructor. "Aye, Mr. Strickland. I'll be sure to step-up me game a wee bit. Seeein as I'm a slacker an' all." He walked off, leaving the Super intendent to fume. At lunch time he grabbed a burger and sat next to a female he had seen in class. He didn't know her, but what the heck, may as well try. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked in his thick accent to the girl he would later find out was Shay.

Tim sat in his next class and was slightly amused by the exchange between the teacher and the girl know as Poison. He was only partly glad she had taken some attention away from him, but felt slightly bad for the girl. Next class he sat next to her again, "I see you and the dragon lady get along well." He said in an off-handed manner, meaning Mrs. Hulford. Today's class was a movie about the American Civil War. "Bloody Yanks an' their squabbles." He commented as the movie started. He hardly paid any mind to the movie, only when an explosion or something like that happened did he even look away from Poison. Why was he liking her so much already? Was it because she was disliked by the teachers? Or was it because of the different scent she had. He usually kept the heightened senses of the Irish Setter. Mostly because he liked the way certain things smelled.