Jigoku High
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. An arm snaked lazily out from under a mound of blankets and clumsily felt around for the annoying beeping alarm clock. Finally finding it, the arm hit at the alarm clock, sweeping it off the night table. The clock was silent for a moment, in which time the arm fell to the side of the bed, still. Then---BEEP!!!--A large form tumbled out of the bed. It was a boy, athletic and strong body, tall, long silver hair, bright golden eyes... and he was in the process of cursing loudly. He finally composed himself, after another loud beep from the alarm clock, and he slowly got off the floor. He grumbled to himself as he set the now silent alarm clock back onto the night table. He went to the dresser and grabbed some clothes, walked, more like stomped, towards the bathroom. Before he closed the door, he gave the innocent-looking contraption of torture a hard glare and grumbled moodily, "Damn clock. I swear that stupid ting is alive..." As if in response to his accusation, the clock immediately switched to a radio station that at that split second, featured several people laughing. The boy glared at it one last time before retreating to the bathroom. The air soon filled with the sound of a running shower, and ten minutes later, the boy came out clothed in a pair a baggy jeans, and a red t-shirt. His alarm clock quickly switched to a radio station that had many people whistling and clapping. He smirked, and grabbed a large black backpack, swinging it over his shoulders, before exiting the room. As he closed the door behind him, he quipped with finality to himself, "At least the cursed thing has enough sense to recognize a good thing when it sees it," He ran downstairs, and without stopping, dashed out the door. Two minutes later, he came back inside and grabbed his keys off the counter, and left again. He hopped into his red mustang convertible, and drove off to the aptly named Jigoku High.
*Author Note*Milantha: Well that's the beginning... if you haven't noticed, Inu's gonna have a paranoia about inanimate objects being alive... I decided his character needed a little quirk!! ^_^ ...but really, Alarm clocks ARE alive... and so are shoes... and pencils. I had this one pencil that was angry at me, and it attacked me! I still have the scar! REALLY!!...Oh well, Ja Ne for now... and watch yourself around vengeful pencils!
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. An arm snaked lazily out from under a mound of blankets and clumsily felt around for the annoying beeping alarm clock. Finally finding it, the arm hit at the alarm clock, sweeping it off the night table. The clock was silent for a moment, in which time the arm fell to the side of the bed, still. Then---BEEP!!!--A large form tumbled out of the bed. It was a boy, athletic and strong body, tall, long silver hair, bright golden eyes... and he was in the process of cursing loudly. He finally composed himself, after another loud beep from the alarm clock, and he slowly got off the floor. He grumbled to himself as he set the now silent alarm clock back onto the night table. He went to the dresser and grabbed some clothes, walked, more like stomped, towards the bathroom. Before he closed the door, he gave the innocent-looking contraption of torture a hard glare and grumbled moodily, "Damn clock. I swear that stupid ting is alive..." As if in response to his accusation, the clock immediately switched to a radio station that at that split second, featured several people laughing. The boy glared at it one last time before retreating to the bathroom. The air soon filled with the sound of a running shower, and ten minutes later, the boy came out clothed in a pair a baggy jeans, and a red t-shirt. His alarm clock quickly switched to a radio station that had many people whistling and clapping. He smirked, and grabbed a large black backpack, swinging it over his shoulders, before exiting the room. As he closed the door behind him, he quipped with finality to himself, "At least the cursed thing has enough sense to recognize a good thing when it sees it," He ran downstairs, and without stopping, dashed out the door. Two minutes later, he came back inside and grabbed his keys off the counter, and left again. He hopped into his red mustang convertible, and drove off to the aptly named Jigoku High.
*Author Note*Milantha: Well that's the beginning... if you haven't noticed, Inu's gonna have a paranoia about inanimate objects being alive... I decided his character needed a little quirk!! ^_^ ...but really, Alarm clocks ARE alive... and so are shoes... and pencils. I had this one pencil that was angry at me, and it attacked me! I still have the scar! REALLY!!...Oh well, Ja Ne for now... and watch yourself around vengeful pencils!