Seven Up and Seven Down (Original mid-high-level RP, accepting now by PM, STARTED)

[Frlf]

Iori was astonished. Where did this came from? How did Kaname just knew about the sign just like that? So many questions, and no answers. How was she supposed to be able to find the other people with marks? She tried to catch up to the mysterious blonde boy but he was already too far away. The pain was now getting bigger. She knelled and then stood up. She then fell again on her knees. A boy from her English class approached her and asked her if she was alright. ''Go away!'' she yelled, but then Iori gasped. She didn't meant to be aggressive. ''Sorry, I mean, I'm alright. Just dizzy.'' but when she looked up, the boy was already turned his back against her.

 

She then thought again about what Kaname told her. Why did it appear to her? She was definitively going to the flagpole outside school. Today her Dad worked until late, and she had no plans. The confused girl decided not to go to the nurse, as she knew that the pain was related to the mark, and was completely decided that she could take it up. She was brave. It was just 1 period until the classes are over today, after all. She didn't knew where or how to find the other of the ''set of 7'', so she'd wish Kaname to find more, if he hadn't already. He lacked so much information.

[bury the year]

Continuing his rather leisurely stroll down the hallway, Kaname was quite unperturbed by his previous interaction with the young blue-haired girl. He had no doubt in his mind that the girl was the possessor of a mark, just because of her mannerisms and behavior when he confronted her. If he was wrong, which he knew he wasn't, he'd find out later anyways. However, there was something else that stole his attention.

 

Resonating from the nearby gymnasium were sounds that sounded remarkably like moans of pain and distress. Quickening his pace ever so slightly, Kaname changed his path towards the source of the sounds. If everything went well, he'd be able to help out and possibly increase his public image. That was always good.

[galesonic]

Tatsuya walked into the boy's locker room. As he did, he ran to the bathroom and vomited on the sink. He felt more pain in his stomach than he did on his left arm. "Damn it! Why is this happening to me?" he looked at himself in the mirror. The pimples he had before were gone and his teeth were whiter. "What is this?" he felt more pain in his stomach and vomited again. He felt more pain by the second. He wanted this to stop, but no one could help him now.

[Zexaeon]

OOC: My apologies. I had lost internet for the past 4 days. Also, Frlf, thanks for the sig. ^^ But I don't think I'll be using it - PM me for details.

 

 

As Hideki made his way languidly down the stairwell, heading toward the first floor of the school (the logical thing to do, as his class was located there, after all), his ever-wandering mind found something much more interesting than class to toy around with.

 

His eyes had fallen onto the tiled floor at the bottom of the staircase, when who should happen to pass by but Kaname. Normally, sighting the relatively popular membver of the Student body wouldn't have been anything remarkable for Hideki to mull over. But as it happened, Hideki was a master observer, and even the very subtle change in Kaname's normally aloof manner could be picked up on by him, simply with a glance; the boy seemed agitated, or perhaps curious. In any case, he was headed for the gym, despite no PE classes currently being in session at the moment.

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Food for thought. And desert was the fact that his aching thumb throbbed ever so slightly just at the sight of Kaname.

 

Looking over that previous sentence in his head, as though he were breaking the fourth wall and reading it, Hideki grimaced as he realized how inappropriate that could have sounded if the word "thumb" had been replaced with something else. Shaking his head and stifling a laugh, the boy reached the bottom of the stairs, turning on his heel abruptly and following after Kaname.

 

His curiosity had been piqued a bit, so why not satisfy it?

 

 

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My my, all about the innuendos.