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[karkadorr]

ＥＵＲＯＰＡ → 〈 the mastermind 〉

tagged carmen, brendon, damien, skye

Europa's silver eyes narrowed when her gaze travelled past Carmen towards a nervous looking newbie and one of her other comrades - Damien, the very ruthless, very violent, very big boy she had come to vaguely know through more interaction with him than other silly little criminal wannabes. Returning back to the present, she offered an overly large, overly friendly smile to her dear friend Brendon. Despite his being an unstable young fellow, she teased him nonetheless (stupid maybe but Europa liked to have a little bit of fun). "Ah, Brendon. Just what I needed. You have brilliant timing, my dear friend," she greeted grandly, winking at Carmen in the process. "Would you mind starting a food fight with us?" Emphasis on fight.
There would definitely be throwing of food, but Europa wanted to see some punches and fists thrown. One reason was for entertainment for the older, much wiser seniors, and other due to the fact that most of them would be tired out by the time they had to sleep. In past years she was kept awake (not something you want to do) by the newer students and she hated it. Personal and amusement gain - what else could you want?
Grabbing her tray of mush (often called food at the academy but rarely ever tasted like it) she headed to the table where she, Carmen, Damien, and Brendon sat. They were rarely ever bothered and by the semi-newer students, they were seen as the dominant group, and the seniors, if you must call it that. On her way there she studied the little boy that Damien had been staring at. Suddenly she recognized him as the boy Pendragon had yelled at. Reaching her table she put down her tray and cocked her head, looking at the boy with an even gaze. Maybe he was useful to her in some way.

[Cuckoo]

||Damien||The Ruthless||
||Tagged: Skye, Europa||

Damien watched as the kid nervously tried making his way towards the nearest exit. He looked frightened, terrified actually, and so very alone. He was small, slight, and almost twitchy in his movements, and Damien caught himself wondering what this jumpy rabbit like kid had possibly done to get in here. He knew better than to judge someone by first impression and by their outer appearance, he knew many dangerous people that at first glance appeared harmless, but he had a hard time imagining this kid pulling off any major crimes. The absurdity of the idea had him fascinated for a moment and he almost forgot that he was staring.

When the kid spoke he let the right corner of his mouth slide up into a smirk as he removed what was left of his cigarette from his mouth, his eyebrows arching and his eyes flicking up and down the boy in a silent warning to watch himself. At the moment he was in a curious and overall good mood, but he was known for his quick changes in temper, and it was only a matter of time before he got bored with this kid. After all he didn’t seem like the kind of person Damien usually tolerated, but today Damien felt in a bit of a playful mood, like a cat tormenting a mouse, saving it for later for when he might be hungry.

Flicking his cigarette to the floor and smashing it with his heel his eyes flicked to where Europa now sat at their usual table and another small smirk graced his lips. They both got a small enjoyment out of torment, and with a quick jerk of his head and pointed look at the kid he stepped away and towards the table. Whether the kid followed or not he didn’t care. He wasn’t that invested nor that interested, but if he did Damien might not only get some answers, but maybe some amusement with the help of Europa.

He easily folded his lanky figure into a chair and leaned forward , resting both elbows on the table top and folding his hands in front of his face in silent thought, not really acknowledging anyone at the table but not ignoring them either with his usual perfect uninterested indifference until something worthwhile caught his attention.

[herondale.]

❝ all monsters are human. ❞

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tagged: carmen, europa, damien, skye

Brendon had taken to rocking on his heels slightly as he stood in line, gaze idly wandering between the wall in front of him and his feet as if they were the most interesting things in the world. He was quite an impatient person when it comes down to it but the fact that his mind could so easily wander managed to entertain him for the time being. What was he actually thinking? Even he wasn't sure. Somehow he managed to distract himself for a few brief moments before he noticed that Carmen had turned to look at him and, rather than meeting her gaze, Brendon's gaze fell on the first-year she appeared to be pushing back via his head. Clearly his thoughts had been somewhat dark judging by the expression that was on the first-years face the moment their eyes met. Either that or he knew something Brendon didn't. Brendon ultimately stared the kid down before he was running off into the crowded room. Brendon's gaze followed him for a moment before focusing back on his feet as if nothing had happened.

Even Carmen's comment about gamma breath didn't distract him from his apparently amazing pair of shoes though Brendon eventually lifted his gaze up to hers and a sudden broad smile curved his lips, almost totally ignoring her question about his summer. Well, to be fair, he hadn't even heard her. The smile was as close as she was going to get for a response at the moment as he took to rocking on his heels again, arms still folded tightly over his chest.

However, the smile became somewhat lopsided when Europa seemed to notice his presence also, turning to him with an overly wide smile. Europa had a tendency to push all the wrong buttons for him and he tended to be wary of her as well as attempt to avoid her. But then again, he avoided everybody to the best of his abilities. Though despite said abilities, he and Europa always tended to butt heads every now and then. As Europa spoke, most of her words going through one ear and out the other, Brendon had acquired a tray and stared down at the rather disgusting-looking mound of mush on his tray. The food was terrible here. Perhaps that was another reason for his wanting to skip meals when he'd first come here, as well as his usual anxiety.

At Europa's mentioning of a food fight, however, Brendon's gaze lifted to hers and the smile resurfaced. "A food fight?" he repeated, also noticing the emphasis she put on the last word. Perhaps he'd get that fight after all. Pausing a moment, Brendon then nodded his head and shrugged - very nearly spilling the disgusting sludge on his tray on the floor in the process though he managed to save it. Unfortunately.

And then he found himself following Carmen and Europa to their usual table. Most of the time, Brendon would have dashed off by this point - the room was still making him fidgety and uncomfortable - but the prospect of a fight had him sticking around. He placed his tray on the table before slipping into a chair, his attention momentarily taken by a fly buzzing past the table. In the process, his gaze skimmed over Damien and the boy from before and held it. He watched as Damien headed over to the table, indicating for the smaller kid to follow, before the fly caught his attention again. It landed on the table beside his tray and, with a strange disgruntled frown, he slammed his hand down on the fly. He smiled to himself when he realised he'd caught it, lifting his hand slightly and peering at it's squished remains before flicking it off the table.

[Noel]

Skye Briht
-| The Desperate
| Tagged: Damien, Europa | Mentions: Carmen, Brendon

The huge teen was smirking at him. Skye took a quick step backwards wishing he could tell what the other boy was thinking, though not entirely sure he wanted to know. Missing the warning in Damien's look, Skye simply stared back as he was looked over. He shifted from foot to foot, with bolting out the door seeming like a better idea every second. His slightly wide-eyed expression changed as he rose an eyebrow, bemused, when the teen smashed his cigarette against the floor. What was the purpose of that?

Without thinking, Skye followed after Damien after the taller boy jerked his head towards the table. Being new, he couldn't see that the people sitting around it were 'seniors' and not just random people who happened to be sitting in the same spot. He skirted past a white-haired teen with an unnatural smile, and- the boy he run flat into earlier was there too, squashing a fly. Great. In the end, he took a seat on the far side of them next to a brown-haired girl he deemed the least threatening of the group, as far as could tell.

It left him across the table and a bit to the side of the overly-large boy who had gestured him over. If he was anywhere else, Skye would have been talking away by now. However, surrounded by criminals he didn't know, he stayed silent. Instead he wound his hands together atop the table, waiting for someone to speak.

[karkadorr]

ＥＵＲＯＰＡ → 〈 the mastermind 〉

tagged carmen, brendon, damien, skye

"Yes, a food fight my dear psychotic friend," she patted him on the back. "Willing to join? I see that look in your eyes." Obviously she had been watching him. She watched everyone, earning her the name "hawk" among people like Carmen. There was something fascinating about the psychology and the reaction patterns of individual humans. Her infatuation with these behaviors was what granted her the ability to plan and predict so well.
Europa arched her eyebrow as the boy who had taken a scolding from Pendragon earlier so daringly sat down at their table. "Oh? A newcomer at our table? We are honored," the girl smirked, looking over at Damien. "Is he your new friend, Damien?" Not waiting for an answer from him, she looked at the boy expectantly, obviously wanting an answer as to what his name was, etc. Maybe she'd even find out how a runt like him could have made it into Vandyke. The academy was no pushover - it was infamous for the violent juveniles that had pulled more than serious crimes. "Since you've so boldly sat with us, would you mind helping my best friend Brendon over there start a food fight. I think he's itching to go, and by the looks of it, maybe you want to as well." She winked at him, a cat-like grin playing upon her lips. The food fight wouldn't waste much food anyways. What they ate daily always looked like it could be fed to rats. She also knew exactly how to play it out to expose Brendon's delightful psychotic temper to the rest of the academy.

[Rivkah]

Ｓｐａｒｒｏｗ ≖ the obsessive pyromaniac.
xxxtagged; europa, skye, brendon, carmen, damien

For a long time, the woman mostly walked around, surveying the new students and trying to figure out which ones were going to leave her alone, and which ones she would have to teach to respect their elders. Not many of them seemed a problem, and once she had sized them all up mentally, she slipped over to the cafeteria table where the people she knew best sat... plus one fragile-looking male she had never seen before. She was just in time to catch the words "food fight," and a smirk came upon her face. "Food fight?" she said smoothly, taking a seat. Sounds like fun; to watch, mostly. Pendragon won't like it, but of course that's the best part."

She grinned lightly, head tilting as her gaze remained of Europa before moving to Brendon. To be perfectly honest, most of these people she only put up with. She wasn't sure about the new guy yet, but he didn't seem so bad. Really, the only person at this point she really got along with was Brendon. His insane side worked well with hers, and they both had similar trains of thought, leading to less controversy and disagreement between the two of them. Europa wasn't half bad, but normally wasn't too interested in knowing Sparrow too well. As for Carmen, well, the girl annoyed her more than she liked to admit. Damien, well they avoided each other for the most part. However, she still couldn't decide on this newbie, mostly because she hadn't gotten to analyze him much yet.

She slipped her lighter out of her pocket, fiddling with it absently as she listened to what the details of this little food fight would be. She then turned to the newb, looked him over once, and said quietly, "Name?" Sparrow had never been one to sugarcoat things overdo them; everything she did was to the point, and especially so when it came to her fire, unless of course she was aiming for a show to make a point.

[Noel]

Skye Briht
-| The Desperate
| Tagged: Europa, Sparrow | Mentions: Pretty much everyone

Skye listened as the brown haired girl next to him spoke to him and the others, mentally taking note of their names. The one he had run into was Brendon, the huge one was Damien, he recited in his head. He had decided against replying to Europa's 'we are honored' comment; there was no good way to answer that he could think of. As she asked if he would help start a food fight, Skye gestured to the empty table space in front of him. "I didn't grab any-" He glanced at the trays the others had, making a face. "-slop to throw."

He watched as another female walked up to the table, also talking about a seemingly inevitable food fight, then asked for his name. His mouth opened to form a lie -Finn, perhaps? He used that one a lot- before pausing. His actual name would surely be said by a teacher or something within a day, making it an utterly pointless lie. "Skye." He answered finally, shrugging.

"What about you all?" He inquired, glancing around, particularly at the three females who's names he hadn't heard.

[karkadorr]

ＥＵＲＯＰＡ → 〈 the mastermind 〉

tagged carmen, brendon, damien, skye, sparrow

Looking up, Europa spotted Sparrow coming towards them, and - as usual - carrying a lighter in her hand. No big surprise there. She didn't really communicate or interact with Sparrow much, but they acknowledged each other. Kind of a mutual respect but she figured Sparrow was more solitary than the rest of them (well as solitary as you can be in an academy running with rambunctious criminals) from what she had observed of her. "What a pleasant surprise you've joined us just as we were about to start a food fight. Of course Pendragon won't like it," Europa offered her feline-ish grin to her.
Turning back to her original interest. she put her elbows on the table and pushed away her tray, her silver eyes trained on the boy called Skye. She waved her hand at his question of their names, offering a dramatic sigh. Oh she did like to put on elegant airs. She made them so that they were so overly done that they were obviously fake, which was fun to do in her opinion. A very amusement-oriented girl in some respects. "Europa Romanov, mastermind criminal," she winked. She was, of course, extremely intelligent, but as part of being cunning you never reveal how smart you are. Which she just did - no one who had just met her would believe that, especially in the way she said it.
In response to Skye's statement about no food, she laughed. "You can always take the mush of others. We're a kind, sharing, caring community." At that she rolled her eyes.

[Rivkah]

Ｓｐａｒｒｏｗ ≖ the obsessive pyromaniac.
xxxtagged; europa, skye, brendon, carmen, damien

When asked for her own name in return, the African American grinned. She flicked the lighter, a blue orange glow of fire now springing, lively, from the top. "Sparrow Kent, pyromaniac," she said cheerfully, matching the way in which Europa spoke just to make it easier for the poor boy to remember. Flipping the lighter closed now, she yawned in a bored manner. She was wondering whether or not they were going to go ahead with the food fight, or whether it was all talk.

She leaned back, watching Skye. He wasn't the strong, tough guy type; nor was he the street-rat, slimy type. If anything, he seemed the type to be a criminal because he needed to be. Desperate for food, for money, for whatever need be. She hadn't really ever been in that position; the arson was on abandoned buildings and for the soul purpose of having fun with the fire. Not for anyone to get hurt or for personal revenge. It was simply and always would be an obsession, and it was an obsession she never would hate having. Eyes returning to the lighter, she still kept the corner of her eye toward Skye, wanting to find out just what type of person he was.

[eden .]

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Carmen followed after Europa to the table and sat down with one other person. Presently, a few more people drifted over, and before she could make heads or tails of the social situation, they were introducing each other and telling each other their specialties and what they were good at and what kind of particular brand of insane they were. What just happened? Carmen glanced at Europa for a clue, but it was fruitless; the girl was, of course, just planning on manipulating everyone, and she wasn't really one to provide social help when Carmen needed it. Oh, well. She supposed in this situation, it would be easier to just go with the flow, right?
"I'm Carmen," she raised a hand--suddenly and too quickly, as if on afterthought. "I'm what you would call a true sociopath. At least, that's what the psychologists call me. I prefer the term 'socially awkward'."
Carmen couldn't really assess the others' reactions to this, since she was so inexperienced in reactions herself, but it was what it was. She sipped on her orange juice for a second -- in a paper carton, of course. The staff here didn't want to make it too easy -- before glancing over the rest of the food she had randomly selected from the line. Carmen didn't really eat a lot, but she did pick up food a lot -- for, again, the sake of appearances more than anything.
"Are we done with the introductions?" she asked as a genuine question. She picked up a cake slice with her hand and held it mildly and casually, as if she were holding a ball, as frosting and chocolate syrup got all over her wrist and arm. She looked at Europa for the cue. "Can I throw this at someone, now? Who shall I pick?"

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