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OOC: that is true. =/ well now we are staying in one class so far

 

Brandon took his laptop from his seat and put in a recording CD and set up a mic onto the laptop and put it on the stage and started to set up the stage.started typing on to the laptop and looked around for any teachers. He smiled and continued to type onto the laptop. He checked the microphone volume and checked if the auditorium was sound-proof. As soon as he finished typing up the program. "Ok. Your able to play one song for now. This laptop cant take much memory from the same person." he said typing up the record program "Ok heres what we should do. We each play one song into the mic. The mic will record what we play into my laptop so that we can record our progress with the band." he looks at everyone. "so who wants to go first."

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OoC: Davok's character reminds me of one of my classmates. Also, for the record, Disturbed's advice is win and should be followed.

 

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Wonderful. Literature arguably had the worst teacher in freshman year. Though she normally understood whatever custom she had violated shortly after being told off, she'd been mulling it over since the last few minutes and still wasn't sure why she'd been detained.

 

Walking quickly, Marisa produced her schedule. What next? she thought blandly as she methodically scrolled over its contents. Oh, joy, history. The odds of a good teacher in that are next to none. She began to stalk away to her next class, feeling cynical.

 

However, as she passed the orchestra room, she was greeted by a muffled din emanating from the closed auditorium doors. The sound quickly ceased soon after she stopped to listen. Always a curious one, she removed her penknife from her pocket and, after a moment's hesitation concerning her lateness, opened the door.

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Gin was walking across the corridor, chatting like a madman to the walls, lockers, everything. Then he turned and saw John glaring at him.

 

Gin's happy grin was still transfixed on the angry glance. Gin's face transformed into a slight scowl, glaring at John. He absentmindedly lifted up his shirt revealing his belt which glittered with knives. Steak knives, penknives, straight and curved silvery sparkling knives. He picked up one of the straight ones and licked it's edged, speaking softly to it.

 

"This one no like Me, eh, eh? He keepa staring at me... why won't he leave alone?"

 

Finally Gin yelled out. "STOPPIT!!!" in a fit of rage he flung the knife, spinning and burying itself in the wall next to John's shoulder. Gin panted, his face transfixed in an insane glare.

 

Then suddenly his face perked up and he let out an insane grin. "Sorry `bout that. Lost my temper. Knife was'a beggin' to get loose, see. Knife was'a very unhappy!" he then went next to John and pulled the knife out of the wall and put it back into the belt.

 

"G'day!" Gin giggled as he tipped an imaginary hat. He then promptly went off, chatting with his knives.

 

"Dat was good. I didna kill him that time! Counseling is doing good! Well, off we go!"

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OoC: Hello? I just crashed all you folks' party, now pay attention to me! Also, Enrise, try and advance the plot every post.

 

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Marisa nearly recoiled at how badly the door creaked, but reminded herself that she would come across as far more confident and intimidating if she stayed steadfast, as if she didn't care who was in there. That was good; a large group of boys had set up a menagerie of instruments, though she couldn't help but notice that four of them were guitars.

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Rokujo was about to fall asleep in the Band practicies, which he would show disrespect, but he couldn't help himself. So instead, what he did was remember about the past while staring at the ceiling...

 

Rokujo remember about the time when he was 13 years old, the first time he even held a guitar and a mic... When he was infront of those who thought that he had horrible skills, they though wrong, because he had been practicing, praticing, and practicing, and everntually, they now know how greatly skilled he was...

 

Rokujo was now 15, so it was obvious that he had more skill than before, both in Guitar, and in Singing...

 

Rokujo looked behind him to see a girl, whom he had never seen in a lifetime or two...

 

Rokuj then quickly said, "You can come in if you want, no need to be afraid." Rokujo's voice this time was a light, soft voice...

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OoC: Yes... Davok's char is exactly like one of my classmates...

 

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"Obviously," she replied, severely nonplussed at the group's lack of intimidation. "But in all seriousness, what are you doing? The noise is horrible out there; I'm stunned you haven't been caught at whatever it is you're doing."

 

Suddenly, a horrendous screeching noise penetrated the relative silence of the mostly vacant auditorium — an awful lot like metal piercing metal. Instinctively, Marisa uncapped her penknife, knowing that the heavy door wouldn't close quickly enough to halt whatever assailant was just outside.

 

Soon, though, a figure passed, babbling effervescently to an unseen comrade. Sighing vaguely in relief, Marisa capped her knife again, closing the door this time in case the assailant returned.

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Gin looked at his schedule as he leaned on a column in a corridor. He squinted as he peered at the words. Then he grinned and laughed.

 

"Oh, so now we go to Band now, Mr. Paper! This is good surprise! We can make good noises!" then he scratched his head as he mumbled to the column.

 

"But where do dee Band room be? Oh, great, I have forgotten? Hmmm... think, Gin, think... what do you think, Mr. Paper? Oh!"

 

Gin jumped up as he heard noises of guitars and other instruments emanating from an door that was ajar. He grinned insanely and hopped along his knives jangling like an eerie instrument as he walked right through the Band room door...

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The sound was unmistakable.

 

Knife on knife.

 

How often had she heard that very clash? Usually, it was accompanied by vibrating shock coursing down her arm as she brought her penknife up to deflect her opponent's attack. She warily uncapped her penknife as she retreated from the auditorium, needing to attend history as soon as possible.

 

Only once the boy with the multiple knives was out of sight did she dare turn her back.

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Gin was still grinning as he stepped into the auditorium. He had forgotten to tuck his shirt and his belt showed visibly, his many knives showing. He still had an insane grin on his face, with a mad glint in his eye as he surveyed the auditorium. He saw boys with large assortments of instruments together. Then Gin suddenly smacked himself on the head and laughed out loud.

 

"Hahahaha!!! Silly, silly, me! This not Music class! Music room is smaller! Does anyone know where the Music room is?" Gin looked inquisitively around at the others.

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Rokujo put on his Studded Gloves that would go to his elbows on for not only performence, but also protection...

 

Rokujo could tell this guy, the one that he knew was going to be a problem since he layed eyes on him, that he was going to harrass, someone, but who...

 

Rokujo egded Marisa to come to where he is by eye contact, without even saying a word...

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Gin stared around the room despairingly as he sighed and tapped his foot. His eyebrows raised, he knelt next to a drum conspiratorially and whispered as if whispering in an ear.

 

"Pssst... maybe I should be a little louder, they might not be able to hear because they make many good noises!" So he stood up and cupped his hands to his mouth, his knives jangling across his belt. He bellowed:

 

"MAY YOU DIRECT'A ME TO DA MUSIC ROOM... PLEASE?" He laughed and whispered to the drum again. "Heehee, I said please. I am very polite, aren'ta I? Hahaha!!!"

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OoC: Er, I already left. Nice of you, though. :D

 

MICC:

 

Marisa heaved a small sigh of relief as she capped her penknife again, placing it with her functioning writing utensil in her pocket. She secured her bag to her shoulder and set off for history properly.

 

The history teacher pitched a fit when she entered, but a quick silent treatment followed by timely distribution of her pass silenced him effectively. Ironically, the only open seat was between a green-haired boy and the boy who had fallen over in chemistry. Rolling her eyes a bit, she seated herself nonetheless, ready to evaluate her new professor.

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Rokujo stared at Gin as if he gone mad, which he did. "Have you gone insane?" Rokujo said, getting ready incase he were about to get attacked by the madman. Rokujo was steadily grwoing very gruesome on the inside, he may have to fight, which he hated to do, because in his school, in the very first month, he put out at least 75% of his classmates when he was 14, at which, he was called, "Geno Killer".

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