[P] Where have all the good men gone?

Color

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Isn't there a white knight, upon a fiery steed? Don't kid yourself, B. You know you're not getting that in this freakhouse. I can hope, can't I!? If you want to get your hopes up, then whatever

Beatrice thought the two voices inside were strange. The stronger one was the poison in her veins, the weaker one the person she really was. Not that she'd let it on. She sat down at one of the empty tables with her 'diet-friendly' meal on her tray. Fruits, and yogurt. Beatrice detested yogurt. But she ate it anyways. She looks around. These people here are weird. she scowls and pulls her hair into one of those perfectly bouncy pony-tails. Not that there's anyone here to watch you eat, B. It was true, the cafeteria was very empty, and it was early in the morning. Beatrice got up this early to jog.

She was wearing signature short-shorts and a tank top. She take a bite of yogurt with a grimace and sets it down. She picks up an apple instead. Looking it over, she scanned it with her cat-eyes to see if there were any razors in it or anything. That had happened before. She had nightmares about it. With a shudder, she takes a very large, un-lady-like bite into the fruit, and swallows. All at once she finds her world spinning. The apple was stuck in her wind-pipe! She leans forward and starts to shake. Her mouth hanging open, she starts to pull at her throat with one hand and grip the table with the other.

No one to see me, no one to save me.

By sending her to the academy, her father had been ensured her safety. He hadn't sent anyone to watch her. Of course, this sort of thing would happen to her. Her short, sheltered life flashes over her eyes, and she shuts them, feeling herself growing weak. She re-opens her eyes and finds dots fly before them, and her lungs burn and ache. Her claws rip into the table as she tries to force the deadly fruit out with the remaining breath she had, unsuccessfully.

Last time I'm letting you eat an apple.
 

Halloween

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Nine had always ran on little sleep. He went to bed late, and woke up early, as early as he can, as long as someone else was up, or he could find something, anything to do. Today, the sixteen year old was wearing something other then his usual striped shirts and long coat, and was wearing a completely different outfit (the outfit he's wearing in the main pic that's up in his profile, just without the butterflies).

Nine scampered out of his dorm room that seemed rather empty, though, extremely clean, he had a problem with anything that seemed dirty. His stomach growled, and knew where he was going now. He had been up for a couple hours now, watching a few episodes of Fairly Odd Parents before finally growing deathly bored of that.

As he made his way towards the cafeteria, he examined his well black painted nails, he normally always wore nail polish, its was an odd thing about it, but liked that bothered him what others thought. It was either that that normally caught a persons eye, or the shiny tiara on his head, the only time he would be found without it is when he sleeps, well, even then its kept close.

He finally made it to the cafeteria, and pushed through the doors, scanning the room that was empty, except for one girl that was acting very strange. He stood still, watching her a moment, before his widened. Immediately he ran towards the choking girl. Trying to get the girl to stand up at least a little so he could help her better, he put his arms around her, below her ribcage, and exerted pressure, which would hopefully dislodge whatever made the girl to start choking like she was.
 

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She almost gave up. Right then, right there, she was going towards the light, with not a glance back. They only wanted to protect me.. Beatrice is half-limp by the time the boy got to her. She feels him lift her and squeeze. Now, B, breathe!

That chunk of apple flies out of Beatrice's mouth at a speed that could give a person a terrible concussion. Her claws retract back into her nails, leaving then looking their normal pinkish. She gasps and coughs and breathes, her weak knees making her collapse back into the chair. She tries to get herself together. "T-Thank you." she gasps.

Pull it together, you weak little girl. Beatrice winces and sits up, rubbing her throat. "Thank you for intervening. Something horrible would have happened.." she looks at him. "What are you wearing?" she says, her face a mask of horror. The tiara, nail polish, those hideous clothes! "Uh-- I mean." she coughs. "I, ah, like your tiara. Yes, very, er, shiny."

She shakes her head. "I'm not feeling so hungry.." she stands up, leaving her tray where it was.
 

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Nine let the girl go when what she choked on was out, and stepped back, but still a bit worried in case something else happened, but that only lasted a moment. "No problem." Nine said, giving a half-smile half-grin. He looked the girl up and down, noticing her fancy... well, everything. There were very few people like her around here, half of them weren't very nice, and this one didn't seem much better, but like that'd stop him from either A: be his usual friendly yet rather obnoxious self, or B: annoy her just for the hell of it, or rather, fun of it, even though, he was getting rather lonely here and would try to be friendly.

He was a bit shocked when her face showed horror and said something about what he was wearing. He looked himself over, looking really confused. He lifted a hand and scratched his head before shifted the tiara. He found nothing wrong in what he was wearing, it wasn't like he was extremely rich like this girl seemed to be.

When she "complimented" his tiara, he gave a grin wide.

"I've had it for several years now, I make sure it always twinkles." His eyes seemed to dance, grin still over his face.

He glanced at her tray when she stood up, and easily understood how she felt. He once nearly choked on something once, of course not that bad of a case what the girl had.

"I'm Nine." He said. Of course it wasn't his real name, and people might think it just a nickname, but to him it was real... and his family and any friends he once had.
 

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Beatrice manages a weak grin as she steps towards the exit. Only her polite nature stopped her from walking out right now. "I'm going to for a morning walk, or jog. Would you like," she keeps eye contact though she is speaking through her teeth. "to accompany me?" she smiles sweetly, her hands gripping tightly behind her back.

Her tail, which was curled up in a snail-shell shape, uncurled and flitted back and forth behind her. It was a glossy black and glinted in the light. "Well, I was going to jog around the lake and, or, through the woods." she grits her teeth. Why do you want Mr. Tiara coming, B?

She waits patiently for the answers, her extra-cat-pointy ears flicking, and her claws coming out and retracting. She did this when she was annoyed.
 

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It wasn't hard to tell that she seemed annoyed, but his young personalty quickly dismissed it, and went straight to thinking about whether or not this morning walk/jog seemed like fun for the moment, and what he could do to make it even more fun, dark thoughts already came to him when he thought of going near the lake, a mischievous look slithered into his gray eyes, but it was quickly gone.

Before he could answer, his attention immediately shifted to the fact that she had a tail, he tilted his head and frowned a moment, then a brow half raised. "You have a tail." He stated the obvious. He had never met a girl with a tail before and he found it rather odd, but he wasn't one to judge, sometimes he could seem as innocent and young as a child so judging others didn't come to him very well.

"I'll come along." He then said, before walking to a counter with a slight skip to his walk. He plucked up an apple from a basket on he counter, not once thinking about how the girl had just been choking on a piece of apple not long ago, before he headed back towards the girl, hiding his small grin.
 

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Beatrice yawns and shrugs, resting her hand on the doorknob of the cafeteria's door. She watches the boy curiously, her tail flicking before curling up. She pulls her shirt above it and sneers as the boy has his back turned. She smiles again, her eyes falling down to the apple.

"Oh. You're bringing that?" she looks at him suspiciously and her eyes narrow. Her hand slowly turns the knob. "Are you sure you want to bring it?" she watches him closely, looking for the reaction.

((Travel size.. *falls over*
:facepalm: ))
 
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