Perfection and Death.

Martes decided to go and get some breakfast.
He arrived in the cantine to see it completly empthy apart from one little cooking lady.
"So what ya got for me today" Martes said to himself as he serched the counter for something 2 his liking. He picked up a bowl and spoon and served himself some cerial,
After paying the cook he sat down to eat his breakfast.

 

Scanning the essembly room lettered C, Vladimir caught sight of the the second year. He caught the name Misakura, ' That must be her name.' He thought to himself and continued to watch.

 

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"Guess i should go to a class or something"
Martes put his bowl onto the tray and proceeded to put it on the turn table so it could be washed.
He wasnt to sure of were he was supposed to be so he began to wonder around the school aimlesly. He walked past a door and noticed the principle and Misa surronded by other students he didnt reconize. Martes decided to stand just in the door and listin to the principle. Just then some kid with Brown Hair knocked into his back "Watch yourslf will ya" Martes said in a low voice noticing the kid was new.

 

Belal entered the Perfection's room and had been able to grab food to eat before entering. Stuffing his face full of food he looked around seeing no one in the room, "Where the hell is everybody?" He asked around a bit of granola. Rummaging through his pockets for his daily notes he found the one marked for today. It read:
To do list~
Sleep in late.
Get something to eat.
Make showy entrance at first years assembly.
Cause problems with the school.

Having done two out of the four he turned on his heels and left the Perfection's room. The door very close to slamming as he walked out. Fixing his uniform he stopped at a hallway mirror to practice his entrance face. Arrogant smile and a hard look he thought would scare most first years. His eye patch helped make that stare seem harder. Returning to his walk he walked a bit faster. Excited to see how they re-act.

Vladimir sat quietly as the principle began his speech. Respectfully, Vladimir had removed his sun glasses and placed them so that they would hang from his shirt collar. His light blue eyes caught the light of the room and danced like the water at the beach during a warm day.

 

Martes stood behind the door so as the first years walked out they had there back to him.
As the last of them jogged to keep up he turned into the room and took a seat next to Zelda in the back. "so what u think hes gonna say" Martes said trying to make conversation.

 

"Quiet huh, I like that" Martes said jokinly. The principle began talking so Martes sat quietly and started listing.

 

The doors to the assembly room flung wide as Belal strolled in, "Heya firsties! Look here I'm-" His voice dropped flat when he realized that it was only the second years in the room, "Aw come on! I had everything planned~!" Shoving his hands into his pockets he stalked over to a seat far from the others, all the while mummbling to himself.

Vladimir followed the group innocently to the refectory. He had donned his sunglasses once more. I wonder if there will be school uniforms for first years. I didn't see any second years, but maybe first years have to. Surely such a school would make us wear them. He didn't like not having his sunglasses, they were a memento of his brother back home.

 

Martes was about to ask Zelda if she had said something when Belal Slamed the doors open and started talking. He was probly hoping to scare first years what a idiout, i think ill put him in his place if he keeps going on like he owns the place. Martes continued to listin to the principle who had continued talking after been so rudely interupted.

 

Tom just sat there, wondering when all of the second years were going to be told whatever it is they are to be told. He was telling himself that he had many things to do, but he knew that he was lying to himself. "Heck, I haven't had anything important to do since I came here," He thought to himself, "Okay, that is my goal for the year: Find something important that you are happy with."

 

"So why exactly have we been called to stay here...Mr. Principle?" Belal asked politely, adding the the title like an after thought.

Vladimir received his blue card.Why do I think of a video game when I look at this? He asked himself, "Which dorm will I be in?" He asked.