1~ The New Kid? Not Again!
When she first walked in through the two giant cream coloured door, the first thing she noticed was that the strange school had been filled with classical music. She also noticed that all the girls wore skirts or dresses, all the boys wore a tuxedo or some type of uniform. What the hell? How did she get here?
All she heard were whispers and that taunting music. Someone tapped on her sholder. Quickly she turned her head to the left. No one there. Then the right. Found her... Aya.
"Come. We must go see Miss Heather." Aya took her hand and pulled her to some strangely-shaped blue doors. Aya reached to knock, but just as she moved her wrist the doors opened. A cat-type thing with light gray and white coloring stood in front of the two, dressed in a dark red dress. She had a faded-black eye-patch over her right eye with white lettering on it: GHA.
"Ladies! Come, come! Aya, dahling! Have a cookie, sweetie!" The strange lady said. She lead them to a couple of chairs that's colouring matched the red of her dress. The whole place was red. Red curtains, red carpets, even red pens. "Like the new colours?" She said moving to another red chair behind a black desk. Aya nodded, blank expression and all. "You know why I am here, Miss Heather. Don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Then may we continue with the paper work?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Uh.... Jules! JULES!!"
A little green, blue, and purple haired thing popped it's head in through another red door which seemed to be a closet. "Yes, ma'm?"
"Paper work"
" You told me it was in your cookie-jar."
"Ohhh... Get it for me!" There was a --yes, you guessed it--RED cookie jar sitting at the desk Miss Heather sat at. Right. In. Front. Of. Her.
"Um, Ma'm? Its right the-"
"I. Said. Get. It." The thing walked in, drapped in blue based colours, and picked up the cookie jar, handed it Miss Heather, and walked away. "Okay, now." She reached into the jar and pulled out a fat file. "Kimy?" She said looking up to the unspoken girl.
"Its pronounced Kee-Mee."
"Nice to meet you, Kimi Chime."
"Like-wise..."
[Edited by Sierradawn9 ;)]
When she first walked in through the two giant cream coloured door, the first thing she noticed was that the strange school had been filled with classical music. She also noticed that all the girls wore skirts or dresses, all the boys wore a tuxedo or some type of uniform. What the hell? How did she get here?
All she heard were whispers and that taunting music. Someone tapped on her sholder. Quickly she turned her head to the left. No one there. Then the right. Found her... Aya.
"Come. We must go see Miss Heather." Aya took her hand and pulled her to some strangely-shaped blue doors. Aya reached to knock, but just as she moved her wrist the doors opened. A cat-type thing with light gray and white coloring stood in front of the two, dressed in a dark red dress. She had a faded-black eye-patch over her right eye with white lettering on it: GHA.
"Ladies! Come, come! Aya, dahling! Have a cookie, sweetie!" The strange lady said. She lead them to a couple of chairs that's colouring matched the red of her dress. The whole place was red. Red curtains, red carpets, even red pens. "Like the new colours?" She said moving to another red chair behind a black desk. Aya nodded, blank expression and all. "You know why I am here, Miss Heather. Don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Then may we continue with the paper work?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Uh.... Jules! JULES!!"
A little green, blue, and purple haired thing popped it's head in through another red door which seemed to be a closet. "Yes, ma'm?"
"Paper work"
" You told me it was in your cookie-jar."
"Ohhh... Get it for me!" There was a --yes, you guessed it--RED cookie jar sitting at the desk Miss Heather sat at. Right. In. Front. Of. Her.
"Um, Ma'm? Its right the-"
"I. Said. Get. It." The thing walked in, drapped in blue based colours, and picked up the cookie jar, handed it Miss Heather, and walked away. "Okay, now." She reached into the jar and pulled out a fat file. "Kimy?" She said looking up to the unspoken girl.
"Its pronounced Kee-Mee."
"Nice to meet you, Kimi Chime."
"Like-wise..."
[Edited by Sierradawn9 ;)]
Written and copyrighted by Zane Luxuria Zenon
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed by the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed by the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Meh....
If you didn't know, I'll break the sad(in my opinion)news. MephilesTheDark, an awesome artist and a close e-buddy to me, is leaving this spot. Sure I cried, but now...I'm getting kind of angry.
She mentioned this: "It's so damned with recolors...", along with other reasons that she knows herself.
I, now am slightly mad with recolorers. Yes, this issue is argued about constantly, and people just are tired of it. I'm tired of it too, so I'll let this go after a while. So don't expect me in the recolor "war" anytime soon.
But this is not a "PLZCOMEBACK!!!!" letter, that would be....well, stupid, to say the least. I just felt the need to say this. I can understand why she decided to leave, and will not question any further.
...I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
~Jeremiah 31:13
If you didn't know, I'll break the sad(in my opinion)news. MephilesTheDark, an awesome artist and a close e-buddy to me, is leaving this spot. Sure I cried, but now...I'm getting kind of angry.
She mentioned this: "It's so damned with recolors...", along with other reasons that she knows herself.
I, now am slightly mad with recolorers. Yes, this issue is argued about constantly, and people just are tired of it. I'm tired of it too, so I'll let this go after a while. So don't expect me in the recolor "war" anytime soon.
But this is not a "PLZCOMEBACK!!!!" letter, that would be....well, stupid, to say the least. I just felt the need to say this. I can understand why she decided to leave, and will not question any further.
...I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
~Jeremiah 31:13