~Marigold High~(Invite only)

[E'jira]

Ejira~

Water dripping down my form, I sat quietly in the garden, radiating a fiendish aura. My eyes were closed and my ears picked up all sounds around me. The loud boom of a dragon's wings, a teacher in a classroom not to far from my location, and the hint of human music. Well, mostly human, mortals didn't exactly known how to react to 'different' beings, at least from what I'd been shown. I reached blindly behind myself, plucking a marigold from the patch. My mind sharpened on thoughts of my past, the people I'd met, and things I'd experienced. After 'Debut' a Beast purpose was to learn as much as possible about the world. The quest never ended as the world was constantly changing. Thoughts of working with the now famous Beethoven many a year ago danced forth, also sweeping in thoughts of the girl. Sharlintre.

Though I missed her, what I would have done if she hadn't passed... love was a curious thing. No longer was it courtship and marriage as I once knew but a twisted, wretched thing of torment, tearing apart one's mind, eventually consuming one in complete madness. These days love was a poison I would much live without. The scattering of birds snapped my eyes open in time to see a dragon fly overhead, his golden scales reflecting what little light there was. Intrigued, I uncrossed my legs and bolted inside, leaping over fences and a stump in my path. Piece by piece my body started dispersing into its normal form, a cloud of shimmering black smoke. I seemed to go straight through the door without stopping. Once inside I compressed together again, legs appearing first, clad in black boots and dark hued jeans. The click of my heels on the cold floors echoed in the empty hallway. I would be late for class, but then again, I had absolutely no idea where it was.

[~hope Mikaelson~]

Ash
So stoped knocking on The door and want to my room and sat in my bed and fall asleep.

[thatdragonboy]

Rymber

School seemed to be starting it's next session, so I had to hurry. Once I was within normally visable ranges of the school, I cloaked and circles the school towards my dorm window. The yard bellow seemed to be very active for some reason or another. With a few precise wingbeats and a quick stop, I was now clinging the the castle's stone wall. Luckily either Steven or I had left the window open. I wouldn't need to break in like the past few times. As quick as I could I reverted and slipped into my dorm room with a solid thud as I hit the floor. The lights were off and door closed, so my room mate was gone. I stood up and went to my dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes. It would be nice if I could revert with exterior fabrics like most of these beasts can, I thought sighing to myself. After a quick change, I lunged out the door and ran for my next class.
((I just needed to get back into the action. So it'll be a while. -_- ))

[Shoooter115]

Cal

I open my window attempting to gain a good view over the school. As i looked over the impressivly large school i began to wonder how Shooter was doing. "Where is my equipment?" I say loudly, noticing i have none of my S.C.P. gear.

[Shoooter115]

Lastrius

Aiming my rifle i take pot shots across the shooting range in riflemanship class. "Drop the mag, flip safety, clear the breach" words i had recited too many times to count when I took part in the S.C.P boot camp. Back then i was shooting at things that could kill anything simply out of psycotic rage. The memories flowed through my mind, every mission, every breach of security. I had always lost one friend, one ally, and I could never forgive myself. I set down the rifle carefully and cleaned and put the rifle back on the renting rack.

As i did that another thought seemed to breach my mind. I remembered back when i had a mission on a ship, the ship went down then black, but when i woke a shark swam off quickly and i lay somewhat choked up and on the beach. I remember attempting to catch the shark, but.... that was like running against the wind.

[Kokonutkairi]

Spec

I could do nothing but stumble, both physically and on my words. While I mustered what to say to a freaking mermaid (and failed), I had gradually drifted backwards until I met the blockade of the sinks. Naturally, she was absolutely and utterly beautiful, but she was absolutely and utterly scary as well. My mind couldn't refrain from conjuring up images of the kind of sea women who lured men to their deaths in place of Disney's The Little Mermaid. Which folklore story held the truth?

Just in case mermaids weren't as sweet and innocent as Disney led us to believe, I continued to press myself against the sinks until my butt ended up in one--and it was an automatic.

Instantaneously, the sink started spurting out water at full force, dousing my nether regions and its neighbors until my own bones felt drenched. I blushed furiously--both with embarrassment and fright--as I realized I had just made a fool out of myself in front of either a pretty fish lady or a siren of some sort that would soon kill me. "I'm sorry!" I apologized once again, fusing my eyes shut in a way to embrace my fate.

"It's fine," a voice cut through my "final" moments. I opened my eyes slowly and carefully, gaping with surprise as she asked, "What's your name?"

Disney! I thought in relief, my shoulders slumping as I was finally able to breathe outward again. I didn't care that my entire back and lower half were soaked; I was alive! But now I had to deal with her question: my name.

"Um, my name..." I faltered. "Ummmm...my name......about that........."

Fortunately, I had taken so long in fumbling for my response that she queried, "Why are you wearing a boy's uniform?"

Not so fortunate after all.

"So many questions..." I said distractedly, heaving myself out of the sink and inching towards the exit. Disney mermaid or not, I needed to get out of there soon, before she grew suspicious.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" The sea maiden's eyes lit up as she regained her legs and got to her newly-formed feet. "My name is Cailyn." Her sapphire eyes shimmered. "Please don't tell anyone. Please!" I knew she was referring to her tail.

For a moment, I abandoned my escape plan and gave Cailyn a genuine smile. "Don't worry, miss--I won't tell anyone."

After a minute of grinning like a total idiot, she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Of course.

And that was all it took for me to high-tail out of there--not before I had set off all of the dryers, that is! The din of those devices echoed down the hall with me, continuing to ring in my ears even after the sound had ceased.

[Shoooter115]

Shooter

Shakily i started to fish the cold copper wire through the concrete wall in an attempt to ensure contact with the outside world.... ever sence some of the juggernauts and clairvoyants have been escaping the facility, its been harder to maintain contact to friends, and more imporatantly amira. I thrust the wire just a little farther and the bars on my satellight phone filled up

"Amira.... calling...." i said quietly as i dialed her number. "please pick up... i didnt abandon you....". As i said that i couldnt shake the sionking feeling she hated me...

[~StarlightSombra~]

~Amira~

The storm raged on as I sat by the rain coverd window. It was dreary day outside as the rain kept pouring. My phone sat on my bed as it started ringing. "Whose calling me now?" I answered it "Hello?" I asked wondering who it was.

[Shoooter115]

Shooter

"Amira? Hey its Shooter... i just now got some connection to the outside world... things have been happening, im so sorry i couldnt get ahold of you" The sound of blairing alarms due to a breach go on in the back gorund. i didnt feel very much obligation to care about it.

[E'jira]

{{I just spent the past hour reading the first 25 pages of the original Marigold, just so I could find Gleadr's profile.}}

Ejira~

The sound of running footsteps still gave me no warning for the incoming moment. A hardy thud resonated through my body right before we both hit the floor, me falling on my shoulder. The runner was probably in more pain than me considering my size. "Wirion! Dyna beth a gewch am beidio â thalu sylw." I told myself, falling into my native speech of Welsh. A bit startled I picked myself up and offered a hand to the girl, lest I thought so. "Rydw i mor ddrwg gennym, doeddwn i ddim yn gwylio lle'r oeddwn yn mynd...Oh, dear, I apologize, you probably don't understand a single word I'm saying." English words fell from my mouth with a slight accent, a mix of many different places. My thoughts bounced around in my head, making me place both hands by my temples and cringe. The sound of bathroom dyers and painfully loud music mixed together, to the Nightbeast it was like the squeal of a car hitting the brakes.