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I'm ready to start! Can't wait

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I am ready to start!

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Read my last post.

Sinner barged through and Offered an arm to dakota, His long red hair falling over his face "Need some help Dakota?" he asked, Tense "Two heads are better than one" he added. He was tall enough to be intimidating to the kids and his broader build certainly helped. He was a;lso devoted to hsi studies, but could hold his own in a phsyical situation.

Dakota quickly pulled herself up, glad to see a friendly face. "Thanks, Sin," she said, using her own unique nickname for him. She looked back at the bullies, who were now slowing, but still advancing. "Fight or run?" she asked quickly.

Sorry it's short.

Harmon trudged along, most of the kids moving out of his path, since they knew that he sure could pack a punch, even though no one knew why. He dragged his feet and looked more at the ground than what was in front of him, until he pushed the door open with ease. A yell broke through the gossip and conversations going on around campus. He saw a crowd assimilating and moving towards a girl on the ground, the crowd moving in a group like a swarm. Harmon rolled his eyes, thinking, Another fight? Really? He picked up his feet a little higher, his protective instincts kicking in, and he stood on the edge of the crowd. He tried to see what was going on, then he sighed and said over the voices, "Hey! What's going on here?!"

Dakota smiled at Harmon's voice. "Just a bunch of idiots causing trouble," she answered, making sure to send a competent glare their way. She heard laughter, and saw someone had tripped. Simon, most likely.

I've been having a bad day, so excuse this and my previous post.

Aaron, per contra, was below ground, in the cellar, underneath the tall building he more or less lived in, to be educated and attain socialization skills. Of course, he thought it was entirely pointless, and the stuff they called 'education' and 'socialization' was hardly such. He was seeking to find the storage room, but the basement was vast, dark and very musty, making it difficult to navigate. To top that off, he was quite perturbed down here. 'There must be a high electromagnetic field rating..' Aaron shrugged the feeling off; he needed to find an extra box of tissues for some girl named 'Bessie'. Apparently the class's instructor had finished off the last box long ago, and had been too indolent to fetch a new one himself. So he sent Aaron.

Aaron sighed. He didn't really want to get the tissues. They were meaningless to him; he only liked doing things with some sort of purpose. This Bessie girl could just use her sleeve, or go to the restroom and snag some toilet paper, for all he cared. But, he had been assigned a task, and so, reluctantly, he scanned the dank area, looking for whatever door he thought may lead to the storage room containing the tissue boxes. He rested his versicolored eyes on a door off to the left. Various noises were coming from behind it, including what sounded like streams of hot air, working machinery, and an occasional metallic bang. He paced over to the door, brushing his hand along the frame, causing it to sway open, its rusty hinges squeaking with the slight friction. A rush of hot air punched Aaron in the face, and slammed the door shut again. It bounced back, shuddering from the impact. The knob appeared to be broken, so it could not latch. Aaron gave the door a shove and made his way through the clammy room, which he recognized as the furnace room. The loud machinery made it impossible to hear anything else, but he soon saw the faint outline of a door near the back of the room. He shoved it open to find the storage room. He quickly skimmed the room, walking forward and pulling the cord to a bare light bulb that hung from the ceiling. It flickered on with a buzz, and Aaron spotted the tissues: they were placed several feet above his head, on the top shelf. Getting to them was hardly a problem, though, he simply propelled himself upwards with a strong kick, and grabbed hold of one of the lower shelves, stretching his free arm to grab the box.

He dropped down to the cement floor, yanked the cord to the light, which slowly dimmed, and made his way back through the furnace room and toward the steep staircase that had led him down here. He made his way up the metal stairs, his sneakers making only a slight thud on the surface of each, and he could hear what sounded like other kids laughing or shouting about something. 'Stupid kids...always fighting,' he thought, irately.

(Meh. Writer's block. Sorry for sucky quality.)

Sinner grinned "Fight" he said stepping forward "I'm no coward, it's what I do best". He looked back at the kids a small smirk on his face,His grey eyes daringthem to make move. He shook his hair back out of his face and tensed. "What?" he sneered, Looking at the group "Scared all of sudden?" he jeered. The baiting note to his voice would have sounded suicidal had it not been sinner.He had gained that nickname for a reason, Even if this particular memory evaded him, he wasnt about to let people forget who he was. He Stood his rgound steadily, His mindscanning for any show of weakness, His eyes darkened visibly "Come on then" he said under his breath "I haveny got all day"