Disclaimer: I'm nowhere near creative enough to make up all the characters; so if you sent on in then it's probably yours. Not making any promises though X3.
It was now 4:25pm in the Starfield School. Nevertheless, there were still a mass of students bustling through the art-laden hallways. They were like bees, the children, busily ignoring the world outside their tight knit honeycomb bubbles. Though they'd never admit it (many because they themselves didn't even know) they were all the same. Every blue was blue, no matter the shade. Every black was black, no matter the night. Every boy, every girl, would still be subjected to the same eerie torment that came with going to a school built by monsters.
Yomo the ever-calm red echidna was setting up the DJ booth. Ever since the tenth grade, he'd been chosen as school DJ. It meant he was allowed to play music for his fellow students, as it made working so much easier. He could still remember the first year he did it, and how a certain Miss Shoddy had convinced him that what was to be played was only Michael Buble and Simon and Garfunkel. He'd hated it even more than Justin Beiber, and he wasn't even famous back then. That is, until Carey had persuaded him otherwise. Trust her to do the unthinkable.
He really did love the beach-blonde hedgehog. She was always so kind and lively and-.
His thought process stopped, and his features wrinkled into a hate filled glare. Someone was looking at her wrongly. They were looking at her as if she were a piece of meat and not the good kind either, something ordinary like the type bought at Wal-Mart. On sale, cheap, and about two days away from rotting. His eye twitched; no-one - not even himself- dared to look at her that way. The gaze was belittling her excellence; making her common. It was as if he was mentally undressing her, taking off one item at a time. Her loose-fitting hoodie first, then her boots...
No, he shook his head briskly and ignored the heat rushing to his peach colored cheeks. Not those thoughts. He walked out of the booth and to his friend, protectively wrapping his arms around her petit frame and holding tight. "Hey babe," he cooed, sending a threatening gaze at those who were still looking.
"Hi Yomo," Carey called, wiggling out of his grasp and adjusting her red over-the-ear Skullcandy headphones. "You gonna play some Avril Lavigne?"
He smiled. For her, of course he would.
Mr Garret sighed as he walked into the dimly lit room. He hated coming here for many reasons, the very top being how secretive it was. What kind of person held meetings in a darkly lit room, never coming in person but only barely appearing on a 17 inch flat screen T.V.? A creepy one, that's who. Looking up he met the eyes of Sight Anders, who was leisurely sipping on a cup (he presumed it was tea, but couldn't be sure. The odd teacher could eat glue if prompted to). The other male's eyes flashed green, and Mr. Garret looked away.
A thump was heard, and in cascaded a single-tailed black fox. There was something about his uncaring swag Mr. Garret didn't like (not saying that he didn't like him personally, just something about him didn't seem... right). Not much was known about him, but Myouto hadn't shown any signs of particular weirdness in the last few months.
This was far more than could be said for Miss 'Sandy' Therford. She'd seemed gravely agitated in the last few weeks, and it disturbed him to think of what was wrong. The woman had always seemed on edge, but never seemed to pose an actual threat. She growled, noticing his prolonged gaze, and took an open seat across from Mr. Anders. She didn't look at him, but instead began to fidget with a long thread.
The large screen (presumed to weigh the same as a small child) crackled to life, and the hidden face of the Principal came on. He had long, rugged ears and wore his hair in a down-plated braid. The costmary cigar was balanced on his lip. His head tilted upwards, and without seeing his eyes one could tell he was glaring.
"YOU'RE LATE, MR. SHOUSHO."
His voice boomed, and Mark Garret was glad that the ever-cloaked man had a soft spot for chocolate.
Pascal Bembridge was smiling for the first time in many a month. The grin, so toothy and bright, was so wide that one would think that his face would split in two at any second. Of course, this was not the case for those poor souls who were able to go into the deepest bowels of his being; his mind was a different experience altogether. He was gonna get his revenge, he thought, he was gonna kill the killer! Oh Lexi. Fair Lexi. Lexi, whose evergreen eyes had been individually plucked out and shoved down her throat while still connected to her brain by the optic nerve. Lexi, whose fourteen year old innocence was viciously stripped from her before it needed to be. Lexi, whom he'd loved so much it had hurt. It still hurt, it would hurt forever. Oh yes, he was going to kill the horrible Godfordamned basta-
Pascal, no.
No he wasn't- wait, that hadn't been his thought.
Please Pascal, listen to me!
Oh, Lexi was still there? Hadn't it been more than thirty minutes since his class was over? Shouldn't she be quiet and let him do his work? Yes, she should've been, but she wasn't; she was still talking. Pascal stopped walking abruptly. "Shut. Up." He stated simply.
"Hey, no need to be rude!" His eyes darted behind him to a certain blue furred hero, "You left class pretty quickly and I just wanted t' check on you!" Pascal sneered, quickly looking him up and down. He looked like a beach boy in his short khaki pants and plaid Hawaiian print shirt. The set of jet black sunglasses balanced on the top of his head helped nothing. The hedgehog practically oozed stupid, and so he began to briskly walk away.
That is, until he felt a gloved hand grab his left shoulder and hold on tightly, "You okay?" Pascal's eye twitched. He should say something, he thought, he should yell at him for grabbing him; for even remotely thinking he could talk to him, he deserved to be punished.
"Yeah. I'm fine." The statement was hollow, and the words tumbled out on top of one another. Walking quickly, Pascal silently muttered choice words about the courteous blue blur. He shook his head as he exited the stained-glass doors of the schools hallway, and entered into the marble incrusted auditorium. The hedgehog, quite simply put, was not worth his time! He had bigger fish to fry.
Or in his case, bigger badgers to butcher. He laughed to himself and began to write. Fear not, sweet Lexi, you know not what you want. I shall exact revenge, bat not a pretty little eye.
Adri stalked into the Alchemy room, carefully sweeping up random bits of multi colored broken glass as she did. In retrospect, maybe it had been a good idea to give Miranda the vial. It was already 4:30 pm, and they'd only just finished organizing. The floor was still laden with broken glasses, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something stupid was about to happen. It'd make sense too, what, with the horrible earthquakes in the past few months?
"What? Really Mom?" Shadira almost sounded excited, but the tone was rarely ever used and Adri didn't know how to identify it. "It's due in... six months?" she sounded like she was calculating. That, at least, rang with a comforting familiarity in Adriana's furred ears. "Yeah, bye mom." The supposed former excitement dulled down in her voice as Adriana entered the room, setting down the new clear flasks and other such instruments she had been carrying with her.
Shadira didn't smile, instead she quietly looked up at her scarlet-patterned friend (no, friend wasn't the right word. Acquaintance; partner at the very most) , and putting away the neon green device she was talking into, pulled her tail out of the way. "Do you have everything for the acts?" Adri laughed inwardly at how she called cleaning the messy room an 'act'. Still, she really did need to talk to the black furred fennec. Well, the other black furred fennec.
"Something's been going on in the school. Everyone seems to be affected by it. All the boys, anyway." She turned to see that Shadira had propped her chin onto a clenched knuckle, and was deep in thought, "It doesn't seem to be affecting the girls, at least not as much as usual." Shadira looked up; her red eyes were lit as though she'd had a great revelation. She swore.
"Girls PLEASE!" Miranda, that imbecile! She came running to them with her slapdash, haphazard makeup running, though they could easily tell that she hadn't cried a drop; the eyedropper bottle was still in her front pocket. She fell down dramatically and began to sob, resting her head on their feet. "Th-the vial! I-it..." the two foxes looked at each other, each sneering in disgust. Of course she had to have something to do with it. "It spilt everywhere." She put extra emphasis on the 'everywhere' part of the statement.
Shadira felt her right eye twitch in disgust, and Adri's lips pursed disapprovingly. How stupid could she be? They had half a mind to backhand the hedgehog right there and then, but stopped at the sound of screaming.
"HHHHHHHWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- hi!" the two foxes cringed at the insane looking hedgehog, whose eyes were large and dilated, like a child who'd had far too much Christmas Candy. "IIIIIIIIIM Twik!" he twitched, slightly but noticeably, "what's your name?" he was smiling brightly, and Shadira's disdain was steadily growing. The boy was too darned happy for her liking. Adri wasn't surprised when she had him in a stranglehold within the next ten seconds. He didn't writhe, but still had the same metronomic smile in place.
Shadira was barely containing her anger, and she closed down harder on the hedgehog's throat, "How'd you get here?" she commanded. Her arm jerked, and Twik's stable smile was betrayed for a second by a stray look of confusion.
Twik cocked his head under her scorn gazes, "There's a sign and I- OOOH SHIINY!" he fell out of Shadira's grasp and made a dash for a big red button. The same button that Miranda had touched.
"NO!" Twik winced and stopped sheepishly looking at the infuriated Adriana. She had one of her gloved hands resting near her red suspenders, and a Twix bar was held in the other, "Step away from the button, and get the chocolate!" she was cooing as if she were talking to a pet. Twik obliged, and followed her to a glass dome in the far corner of the room. She threw the chocolate treat in, and closed the heavy glass doors before returning to Shadira and the Barbie-hog, Miranda.
Yawning, Miranda started to talk, "Glad we got rid of him, right guys?" she didn't notice the two foxes un-approving gaze as she continued to talk. She turned to face them. "So, now what?" They smiled.
"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!" She was now in the same cage as a chocolate-high Twik Quik. Twik was smiling at her, and it was then that she realized where the glass cage was positioned. Right above it was a large air vent, and it was blowing. Hard.
"You're very pretty!" Twik cooed, and his smile grew larger. Miranda sighed, mentally noting to herself how much she hated life. Twik laughed to himself; this was going to be fun.
A quiet melody bounced off the walls, and they in turn careened towards the sound.
The Hedgehog-Tarantula-Bird trio stopped abruptly, grinning at the wicked music they'd made together. Zero smirked at the other two, and stood up straight, "We sound good." He declared, casually running his fingers through his quills, and then flipping them back in place. His gaze landed on Victor, who drummed easily.
"That we do," he laughed, and turned to the last person in the group. His smile dropped and he stooped, squinting accusingly at the techni-coloured fowl before hunching over and scowling, "Who are you?"
The bird's eyes widened, fear staining his ill-toned features when Victors gaze didn't leave him. He began to hyperventilate, and sweat pooled beneath him. "I-i-i-i -!" He didn't finish his statement. Instead he exploded, rudely leaving behind feathers of neon blue and green; as well as a ton of mismatched glitter that floated aimlessly in the air.
Zero coughed, shaking the feathers from his red, flannel shirt and smiling, "Well, that was eventful..." his gaze never shifted from the former birds' explosion point. He really had never seen the boy before... "Hey, Vic-," glitter floated down the rafters and into his mouth, "My GOSH," he sputtered, the surrounding floor quickly wetting with spit, "THAT'S DISGUSTING!"
Watching the scene unfold, Victor couldn't help but laugh at his friend. He drummed the same nonsensical beat just to hear it bounce off the concave walls once more, and grinned. He still hadn't been found out about a certain prank he'd pulled earlier in the term. "Oi," Zero turned towards him with his now-blue tongue sticking out. He raised an eyebrow and muttered 'What', still trying to rid himself of the taste. "You remember that band thing that happened last year... what was it called again?"
Zero pulled his tongue back in, and tapped his chin indignantly. "Turgid Fest?" he questioned, not understanding why the real name wouldn't come to him, "What about it?" He crossed his arms over his chest, transferring most of his weight to one leg.
"When does it start, again?" he knew the answer to this question, but wanted to see if the albino-furred hedgehog was on the same page as he.
Apparently he was. "I'll call Yomo," mid-toned beeps sounded from his iPhone before he'd even finished the statement.
Slicing through the chilly water surrounding her was as natural a movement for her as brushing her short pixie-cut hair, and stopping for breath just seemed like a roadblock to Nightshade the Hedgebat.
Regardless, she pulled up at the familiar but ever-shrill tweeting of a whistle. The water, her natural surroundings, broke as she finally reached the surface and began to breast stroke towards a ledge. As she pulled herself out, refusing to reach for the ladder to her right, she was tempted to fall back in. Another second wouldn't hurt anyone would it...?
"Two minutes twenty five, Nightshade," the bewinged hedgebat ignored the crimson furred hedgehog and took hold of her dark blue towel. She plopped the towel over her head and smiled when the world around her went black. "With that attitude, you'll be too sloppy to win anything!" His face met with a size eight flip-flop, and a playfully indignant frown from Nightshade.
"As if you can talk, chess boy!" she giggled as he rolled his eyes, arms raised in defeat. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she didn't noticed as he walked up behind her, a small cylindrical candle in hand. She took a deep breath, and the enticing aroma of vanilla filled her senses. Her petite hands wrapped around the delicate thing, and she brought it closer to her face. "Y'know Kazilk, you're pretty nice when you want to be."
Kazilk refused to let the scarlet blush fill his cheeks, and shook his head defiantly "Whatever," he muttered, trying his best to fight with his body's urge to... to... He took his hand from the candle, careful not to put out the amber glow that had his friend, his dear friend, so transfixed. He looked at her through the corner of his eye, and didn't have the strength to look away. Maybe he was scared that if he did she, like her family before her, would just...
"So, we were going to the movie later?" she posed it as a question, as if he'd forgotten to tell her of the plans and not the other way around.
Kazilk bit his lip nervously, and a swift breath escaped his lips, "Sure, Nightshade. Sure." The girl made a squeaking sound and stood up, quickly exiting the porcelain tiled area with a hushed tap, tap, tap following close behind her.
She turned at the Women's change room and waved happily, "See you there, buddy!" She called to him before she entered the room without second thought. She was harsh; she didn't even pretend to like him and yet there, he was spending seconds, minutes, hours thinking of the possibilities. Hoping that maybe, just maybe it'd be different one day.
He sighed. Buddy, huh? That's all he was to her? A friend, a pal. Her buddy...
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Really, it's been too long! Darling, I must apologize for taking so long. No more in future, okay? No more, I say! Nay! I shan't default; not even writers block shall tarnish my pride!
Oh yeah, you too readers. I love you guys X3
And thanks... oh my, we have a lot here, now don't we? Oh well, here it goes!
Eunacis, EmpireofShadow, zero the hedgehog, AnalynnJayden, TailsnManic (Upstairs Overlord Steve e.t.c) and more, I think...
By the way: If you have re-designed your oc since you sent it in, or you don't think I've been fair to it, then please don't hesitate to tell me. Just... be nice about it, kay?