Yu Yu Hakusho!!! Spirits Amok! (A Spirit Detective RP!) (Closed! Ready to start!)
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Now that the Escapist will load again and not just give me a blank screen, yeah, i'm ready.
Word of warning though, like once a month i may not be able to post since the escapist won't load on any electronic device in my area for a few hours. Shouldn't be too bad but i feel i should warn you anyways, especially since i have no idea why it does this.
Word of warning though, like once a month i may not be able to post since the escapist won't load on any electronic device in my area for a few hours. Shouldn't be too bad but i feel i should warn you anyways, especially since i have no idea why it does this.
And Away we go!
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Danmour, a small, quaint town about 30 miles northeast of the outskirts of New York City. Being in the shadow of one of the largest cities in the United States certainly makes life interesting for the residents of this town. Many varieties of people frequently pass through this small town every day, whether to get to work, or just to pass by, but no one usually lingers for more than a day.Danmour is like any other town, consisting of everything that a town needs to stay afloat. Grocery stores, Schools, arcades, a small shopping mall, Recreation centers, post office, and other staples of the average American town.
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Dawn was breaking as Danmour's sleepy residents arose from their beds to start their daily routines. The date is August 20th, 2013. Today, school is scheduled to resume for all highschoolers in the area.
Not wanting to wake up from their Summer break, the Highschoolers reluctantly rolled out of bed, got dressed and drowsily made their way to school. However, none of them knew what today had in store for them. The clear blue sky cleverly hid the fact that today, some people's lives would be forever changed.
For an unknown reason, the school principal has called a school wide meeting to be held first thing in the morning in the gym. The gym was the size of your standard basketball court, complete with bleachers and goals in their appropriate places. As the steady flow of students into the gym began to slow to a trickle, the principal walked into the center of the court with a microphone in his hand and motioned for everyone to settle down and take their seats.
The principal was a short man, often finding himself shorter than many of the highschoolers. However, he is patient and wise, often providing council for the students when they need it.
"Ahem, If i could have your attention please. Thank you. Now, As you all very well know, summer break has come to an end and it is time to get back into our work modes. However, there have been reports of kidnappings in the area, people disappearing without a trace. I highly recommend that you all travel to and from class in groups to ensure that this does not happen to you."
Many whispers and murmurs can be heard coming from the audience of students on the bleachers.
"Kidnappings!? Here?"
"Bah! What a bunch of bullshit. just more propaganda to encourage us to be all friendly and buddy-buddy with everyone."
"I hope it doesn't happen to me!"
The principal raised the mic to his mouth once more and motioned for the students to quiet down.
"Now that that is out of the way, everyone please head to your respective homerooms for attendance."
As the principal finished speaking, the students quickly emptied the Gym and took their places in their respective classrooms.
Jason walked along the halls and finally found the classroom he was looking for. Classroom 1A. He quickly walked in and took his seat at the front of the room. He rested his head against the desk as he waited for the teacher to call role.
"Good morning everyone!" Greeted a young woman, who is apparently the teacher for this group of Highschoolers. "My name is Ms. Tanya, i will be your homeroom teacher for the remainder of the school year! As you all should know, we will meet here twice every day, once in the morning, and once before we leave for the day." Ms. Tanya explained to the group of students. "Now, lets all introduce ourselves, I'll call on each of you and you tell us your name and a little about yourself." "Hmm...Lets start with you." She chirped as she pointed to Jason.
Jason was half asleep in his desk at the front of the classroom when the teacher pointed at him. He lazily stood up in his desk and spoke.
"Hello everyone, I'm Jason Caston, I'm 16 and I Enjoy spending all of my freetime either playing video games or screwing around on the internet." Jason quickly droned out and retook his seat. However, he noticed something strange about this classroom. Other than himself, there were only Seven other students in the classroom.
"Alright, Jason, thank you for that lovely tidbit. Now who wants to go next?" Ms. Tanya thanked Jason and scanned the other seven students with her bright eyes.
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Danmour, a small, quaint town about 30 miles northeast of the outskirts of New York City. Being in the shadow of one of the largest cities in the United States certainly makes life interesting for the residents of this town. Many varieties of people frequently pass through this small town every day, whether to get to work, or just to pass by, but no one usually lingers for more than a day.Danmour is like any other town, consisting of everything that a town needs to stay afloat. Grocery stores, Schools, arcades, a small shopping mall, Recreation centers, post office, and other staples of the average American town.
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Dawn was breaking as Danmour's sleepy residents arose from their beds to start their daily routines. The date is August 20th, 2013. Today, school is scheduled to resume for all highschoolers in the area.
Not wanting to wake up from their Summer break, the Highschoolers reluctantly rolled out of bed, got dressed and drowsily made their way to school. However, none of them knew what today had in store for them. The clear blue sky cleverly hid the fact that today, some people's lives would be forever changed.
For an unknown reason, the school principal has called a school wide meeting to be held first thing in the morning in the gym. The gym was the size of your standard basketball court, complete with bleachers and goals in their appropriate places. As the steady flow of students into the gym began to slow to a trickle, the principal walked into the center of the court with a microphone in his hand and motioned for everyone to settle down and take their seats.
The principal was a short man, often finding himself shorter than many of the highschoolers. However, he is patient and wise, often providing council for the students when they need it.
"Ahem, If i could have your attention please. Thank you. Now, As you all very well know, summer break has come to an end and it is time to get back into our work modes. However, there have been reports of kidnappings in the area, people disappearing without a trace. I highly recommend that you all travel to and from class in groups to ensure that this does not happen to you."
Many whispers and murmurs can be heard coming from the audience of students on the bleachers.
"Kidnappings!? Here?"
"Bah! What a bunch of bullshit. just more propaganda to encourage us to be all friendly and buddy-buddy with everyone."
"I hope it doesn't happen to me!"
The principal raised the mic to his mouth once more and motioned for the students to quiet down.
"Now that that is out of the way, everyone please head to your respective homerooms for attendance."
As the principal finished speaking, the students quickly emptied the Gym and took their places in their respective classrooms.
Jason walked along the halls and finally found the classroom he was looking for. Classroom 1A. He quickly walked in and took his seat at the front of the room. He rested his head against the desk as he waited for the teacher to call role.
"Good morning everyone!" Greeted a young woman, who is apparently the teacher for this group of Highschoolers. "My name is Ms. Tanya, i will be your homeroom teacher for the remainder of the school year! As you all should know, we will meet here twice every day, once in the morning, and once before we leave for the day." Ms. Tanya explained to the group of students. "Now, lets all introduce ourselves, I'll call on each of you and you tell us your name and a little about yourself." "Hmm...Lets start with you." She chirped as she pointed to Jason.
Jason was half asleep in his desk at the front of the classroom when the teacher pointed at him. He lazily stood up in his desk and spoke.
"Hello everyone, I'm Jason Caston, I'm 16 and I Enjoy spending all of my freetime either playing video games or screwing around on the internet." Jason quickly droned out and retook his seat. However, he noticed something strange about this classroom. Other than himself, there were only Seven other students in the classroom.
"Alright, Jason, thank you for that lovely tidbit. Now who wants to go next?" Ms. Tanya thanked Jason and scanned the other seven students with her bright eyes.
Lina yawned as she pulled her car into the parking lot. Despite her morning coffee and the rock musing blaring from the radio, she still wasn't up to starting school again. Another semester, another headache. She mused to herself, steering the corvette into a parking space.
She shut off the engine and opened the door before stepping out, grabbing her bag as she did.
Well, it's not like anything could ever get exciting around here...
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After the school-wide meeting - which sounded like something to look out for, but Lina felt it wasn't anything she couldn't handle - she trundled off to class, sitting in the back where she could keep an eye on her fellow students.
Shortly afterwards, a rather perky-looking young woman entered, explaining that she was their homeroom teacher, and they they should introduce themselves.
Lina frowned at the thought of introducing herself, but reluctantly got up anyway. As she did, she offhandedly wondered why there were only seven other students here.
"I guess it's my turn then. My name's Carolina O'Connell, but just call me Lina. I like to read, listen to music, and just be by myself. Basically, don't bother me, and I won't bother you."
She sat down quickly, still eyeing her classmates warily.
She shut off the engine and opened the door before stepping out, grabbing her bag as she did.
Well, it's not like anything could ever get exciting around here...
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After the school-wide meeting - which sounded like something to look out for, but Lina felt it wasn't anything she couldn't handle - she trundled off to class, sitting in the back where she could keep an eye on her fellow students.
Shortly afterwards, a rather perky-looking young woman entered, explaining that she was their homeroom teacher, and they they should introduce themselves.
Lina frowned at the thought of introducing herself, but reluctantly got up anyway. As she did, she offhandedly wondered why there were only seven other students here.
"I guess it's my turn then. My name's Carolina O'Connell, but just call me Lina. I like to read, listen to music, and just be by myself. Basically, don't bother me, and I won't bother you."
She sat down quickly, still eyeing her classmates warily.
Gail sat groggily in her seat, drowning in the cesspit at was her unawakened mind. She picked up that they had a homeroom now...why not before? Did they have one before? At this moment, she couldn't remember anything about the last year save for otters...then again, she always remembered otters...and peanut butter...did she get something to eat this morning? Nonetheless, she had been paying attention to the teacher and this Jason guy enough to catch on to what they were doing.
She felt Ms. Tanya's gaze up on her, probably because she had her head tilted back with her mouth hanging open, the universal 'I'm not paying attention' sign. She felt a gut feeling that she would be called upon next so she waited for a second before saying, "Alright. I'll go.", and getting up.
"My name is Gail Sylvestre, i like Otters, doodling, and running. I'm 15, despite the looks, and if i say something wrong, well English ain't my first language so don't get panicky about it."
She sat back down and stared at her desk, trying not to fall asleep, not noticing the odd number of people in the room.
She felt Ms. Tanya's gaze up on her, probably because she had her head tilted back with her mouth hanging open, the universal 'I'm not paying attention' sign. She felt a gut feeling that she would be called upon next so she waited for a second before saying, "Alright. I'll go.", and getting up.
"My name is Gail Sylvestre, i like Otters, doodling, and running. I'm 15, despite the looks, and if i say something wrong, well English ain't my first language so don't get panicky about it."
She sat back down and stared at her desk, trying not to fall asleep, not noticing the odd number of people in the room.
Karen sat through the school wide meeting, but it was hardly news to anyone that had been paying attention to the news the last few days, so she for the most part ignored it though she did end up rolling her eyes at the students surprised by it.
After the meeting she made her way to her class room, found her seat and sat down. As she waited for the morning lessons to begin this 'Ms. Tanya' entered, and introduced her self as their new teacher. As Karen what happened to their old one, other began introducing them selves, and before long it was Karen's turn. Karen was dressed in her usual 'Casual Formal', making her rather over dressed for the school she was in, and in fact, better dressed then the teacher. She stood, her hands folded in front of her with her left hand on top, the head and part of the neck of her dragon tattoo visible "My name is Karen Elizabeth Draco, I enjoy reading and physical activity's such as Fencing or Iaido. I am also willing to lend my assistance to students whom may need help with their study's." Karen said, her mannerism and demeaned projecting the air of a refined lady as she spoke. Completing her introduction, she took her seat once more and waited for class to begin
After the meeting she made her way to her class room, found her seat and sat down. As she waited for the morning lessons to begin this 'Ms. Tanya' entered, and introduced her self as their new teacher. As Karen what happened to their old one, other began introducing them selves, and before long it was Karen's turn. Karen was dressed in her usual 'Casual Formal', making her rather over dressed for the school she was in, and in fact, better dressed then the teacher. She stood, her hands folded in front of her with her left hand on top, the head and part of the neck of her dragon tattoo visible "My name is Karen Elizabeth Draco, I enjoy reading and physical activity's such as Fencing or Iaido. I am also willing to lend my assistance to students whom may need help with their study's." Karen said, her mannerism and demeaned projecting the air of a refined lady as she spoke. Completing her introduction, she took her seat once more and waited for class to begin
The fire burned steadily, taking possession of more and more of the house as the air filled with the dying laughter of a man burning alive... Shiro was twelve again, watching his father thrash about, engulfed in flames and cackling wildly as the young girl who pushed him watches with eyes that have gone empty and dead inside. It was a terrible thing, to watch your own father die, yet understand the torment he inflicted on your friend to be unforgiveable. He had done nothing while she, already emotionally wounded by his torment, took matters into her own hands. But it wasn't necessary for her to do that. Given the chance, he would have-
"No."
His eyes fixed on the girl, Anri Fuyunaito, one of his dearest friends...
"You lack conviction."
"What...? But..."
And just like that, they were no longer kids anymore, but teens, and the girl in the mostly-blue formal shirt and skirt, the black hair and glasses with the glaring-intense red-brown eyes turned to stare holes through him, rooting him on the spot.
"You're not ready."
"Hey, I'm not the same person I was five years ago."
She shook her head at him.
"That's what worries me, what you will become..."
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And, just like that, he was up. He was awake three minutes before his alarm was to go off, AGAIN. He hated that, really. Now, what this was...was a small one-person apartment that convinced the Fuyunaitos to help him fund. It was hardly anymore special than a college dorm room, in fact some students had even used the like in lieu of an actual local dormatory room in the past. In the time that Shiro had been here in Danmour, he had managed to largely acclimate himself nicely. Arriving mid-summer, he had managed to get his transfer paperwork and stuff to go through and absorb a load of the local culture. He learned english, he got the layout of the land, and he felt at home enough with his surroundings. Part of him, of course, still missed Japan, and some things would never be forgotten or changed. On the desk by his bed, a picture of his 'benefactors' back together again. In his umbrella stand, apart from the umbrella, his bokuton. A couple of posters, books and light novels, a laptop, and thou. That was the sum of Shiro's niche life in New York state, town of Danmour. Somehow, he still felt out of place. It's not like he was the only Asian boy around, but there were some feelings that just persisted over others.
"Well, to class I go, I suppose."
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Just because he'd beaten his alarm to the punch did not mean he was necessarily awake. There was a term that somebody who passed through here coined as 'zombie mode' when you walk to somewhere automatically without thinking or concentrating on it. Zombies were a big thing in this country, more than anywhere else in the world. And on the way to school, Shiro may have muttered "Zunou..." out of half-joking amusement. He seemed out of it and generally unawake until he heard that announcement about kidnappings, to which he shook his head in irritation. Things were too violent around here, even by the standards of one who trained in self defense. Shiro didn't have anything against the whole group thing, but he also didn't feel like going out of his way for it. It was a token concern, not a realistic belief that they were all in danger here. After the announcement, he made his way to class and sat down in a mid-row, about a seat in from the colume by the door. He was not fully held at attention to his surroundings, thinking to himself, even per se when someone spoke up.
"Good morning everyone!"
"Ohayo..."
FYI: Though he spoke english well enough, he'll go right back into Japanese if he's not careful. And with that, his attention began to waver in and out of the morning announcement of the teacher.
"Blah blah blah Ms. Tanya, blah blah homeroom teacher blah blah blah blah! Blah blah blah blah meet here blah blah blah once in the morning, and once before we leave for the day."
Nope, no good. He wanted to get a coffee on the way in, but the so-named zombie-mode made him forget and he passed the coffee shop without noticing. The dream he'd had bothered him to the exclusion of just about all else and now Ms. Tanya's words were a bit distant. It was only when he noticed people standing up and sitting down that his attention returned...perhaps a second or two slower than he'd liked to. He stood up a tad hurriedly and made a slight bow.
"Shiro Kunekawa. I read, I run, I train, I game. A'thank you, good night."
The last part was an improvised Tonight Show, but it came off a bit forced.
Quinn awoke late that warm August morning, still coming off summer time. It hadn't helped that she'd spent the batter part of the previous evening nose deep in a book. She'd hit the snooze button no less than three times before she reluctantly rose from her bed to begin her morning rituals; thankful that her hair required less work than the average girl her age thanks to its short length (and her general apathy in the morning)
She dressed quickly; khaki pants, a simple ladies T-shirt, and her signature jacket. She fingered her cross for a moment - absentmindedly ensuring it was still there and wishing it wasn't - grabbed her brown-leather messenger bag, and walked out the door.
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Quinn didn't pay much attention in the school assembly. The kidnappings had been on the news so it hadn't been much of a shock that the teachers were concerned about it. Besides, worst case scenario they kidnap her and discover the decision was a poor one.
Still, her lack of attetion did come with it's own downside; when the assembly was dismissed, she'd been paying all her attention to one of her books and so been caught in the crowd of teens reluctantly headed toward class. As such, she was a few minutes behind the rest of her class. Combined with the fact she was still new to the school and it took her longer than expected to reach the classroom
"...ourselves, I'll call on each of you and you tell us your name and a little about yourself. Hmm...Lets start with you." the homeroom teacher was saying as Quinn entered, taking the first open seat she could find. And so began a long line of people introducing themselves and what they liked to do.
Eventually, the impromptu introduction line reached her. Quinn smiled and stood. "The name's Quinn Rhodes but call me Quinn. I'm 17. I like pretty much everything I've ever done, but if I had to pick one thing it'd probably be reading." A second later, she took her seat again and turned to the next person in line to let them go.
Then she let her mind wander to how she was going to properly "introduce" herself to the new teacher... maybe something with an air-horn would work...
She dressed quickly; khaki pants, a simple ladies T-shirt, and her signature jacket. She fingered her cross for a moment - absentmindedly ensuring it was still there and wishing it wasn't - grabbed her brown-leather messenger bag, and walked out the door.
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Quinn didn't pay much attention in the school assembly. The kidnappings had been on the news so it hadn't been much of a shock that the teachers were concerned about it. Besides, worst case scenario they kidnap her and discover the decision was a poor one.
Still, her lack of attetion did come with it's own downside; when the assembly was dismissed, she'd been paying all her attention to one of her books and so been caught in the crowd of teens reluctantly headed toward class. As such, she was a few minutes behind the rest of her class. Combined with the fact she was still new to the school and it took her longer than expected to reach the classroom
"...ourselves, I'll call on each of you and you tell us your name and a little about yourself. Hmm...Lets start with you." the homeroom teacher was saying as Quinn entered, taking the first open seat she could find. And so began a long line of people introducing themselves and what they liked to do.
Eventually, the impromptu introduction line reached her. Quinn smiled and stood. "The name's Quinn Rhodes but call me Quinn. I'm 17. I like pretty much everything I've ever done, but if I had to pick one thing it'd probably be reading." A second later, she took her seat again and turned to the next person in line to let them go.
Then she let her mind wander to how she was going to properly "introduce" herself to the new teacher... maybe something with an air-horn would work...
It had been a long time since Cody had had a first day at a new school. Dwelling on that fact would only make things worse for him though so he did his best to treat it like he would any other day. He woke up bright and early to make time for his usual exercises and a shower before walking to school. Brett had warned him about the recent disappearances so that news didn't shock him as much is it did others. Having sat through the uneventful assembly, Cody moved on to his homeroom 1A.
Still getting used to the school, Cody only arrived just before class started and grabbed a seat by the windows while the teacher Ms. Tanya greeted them. As she spoke and the others introduced themselves, Cody took the time to look around the classroom and observe his new classmates. He had expected a small town like this to have smaller class sizes than he was used to, but only 8 people in a class? Was the school really that small? Or maybe this had something to do with the disappearances.
A lingering silence indicated that it was probably Cody's turn to introduce himself next so he quickly stood up. "My name is Cody Lansing. I'm 17 and I just moved to Danmour over the break so I hope we all good along alright and I'm looking forward to this year." He said before sitting back down. Polite but short and to the point.
Still getting used to the school, Cody only arrived just before class started and grabbed a seat by the windows while the teacher Ms. Tanya greeted them. As she spoke and the others introduced themselves, Cody took the time to look around the classroom and observe his new classmates. He had expected a small town like this to have smaller class sizes than he was used to, but only 8 people in a class? Was the school really that small? Or maybe this had something to do with the disappearances.
A lingering silence indicated that it was probably Cody's turn to introduce himself next so he quickly stood up. "My name is Cody Lansing. I'm 17 and I just moved to Danmour over the break so I hope we all good along alright and I'm looking forward to this year." He said before sitting back down. Polite but short and to the point.
Brian sat in the back of the class and scribbled away in his story binder, listening to the goings-on in the back of his head as he worked on a new story he started when the reports of kidnappings began to circle around.
Walking down the dark alleyway, Rachael clutched her purse tightly and recalled the presence of the mace inside, trying to calm her nerves. However, it didn't matter, she was the Shadow's next target, and the poor girl had strolled into its trap. As the weak lights in the alley began to flicker, an opening was made, and the Shadow wrapped itself tightly to-
"Mr. Ralphner?" The sound of his name, combined with the annoyed authoritative tone of the teacher, dragged Brian out of his head-space. "Could you please put away that binder for the moment, and introduce yourself to the class?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry." Brian mumbled as he filed away the rest of the passage somewhere in his mind, where he could find it later. Then, after slipping the binder in his backpack, the giant of a teenager stood up. "Uh, I'm Brian...I...uh...I like writing." Almost choking on his words, Brian quickly sat back down and hunched over his desk to hide his physique, a hint of red on his face.
Walking down the dark alleyway, Rachael clutched her purse tightly and recalled the presence of the mace inside, trying to calm her nerves. However, it didn't matter, she was the Shadow's next target, and the poor girl had strolled into its trap. As the weak lights in the alley began to flicker, an opening was made, and the Shadow wrapped itself tightly to-
"Mr. Ralphner?" The sound of his name, combined with the annoyed authoritative tone of the teacher, dragged Brian out of his head-space. "Could you please put away that binder for the moment, and introduce yourself to the class?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry." Brian mumbled as he filed away the rest of the passage somewhere in his mind, where he could find it later. Then, after slipping the binder in his backpack, the giant of a teenager stood up. "Uh, I'm Brian...I...uh...I like writing." Almost choking on his words, Brian quickly sat back down and hunched over his desk to hide his physique, a hint of red on his face.
Ms. Tanya kept a finger pointed at each person who was speaking until they finished, and kept jumping from person to person until all of them had introduced themselves. She smiled and mentally memorized their names. Jason, Brian, Cody, Quinn, Gail, Shiro, Lina and Karen... She thought to herself over and over as she picked up a stack of papers "Thank you all for the introductions, now, as customary for the beginning to each semester, you are required to fill out this quick survey." Ms. Tanya explained as she passed out a sheet of paper with various questions and inquiries on it to each of the eight students.
Jason was perplexed by many of the questions.
1. Name:
2. Age:
3. Date of birth:
4. Expected time of death:
5. Have you seen any weird things lately? If so, elaborate:
6. Have you developed weird powers lately that you didn't have before? Please list said abilities here:
7. Have you had any encounters with demons? What happened in said encounter(s)?
8. Are you taking any kind of drugs or medications? Please list them here:
"Expected Lifespan? Demon encounters? Special Powers? What kind of survey is this!?" Jason whispered softly to himself.
Something strange is going on here. First of all, where are all of the other students? Secondly, what is up with this survey? Did all of the students in the school have to take it? Did they get the same test that we did? Jason thought to himself.
Perhaps the other students here were thinking the same thing.
Jason was perplexed by many of the questions.
1. Name:
2. Age:
3. Date of birth:
4. Expected time of death:
5. Have you seen any weird things lately? If so, elaborate:
6. Have you developed weird powers lately that you didn't have before? Please list said abilities here:
7. Have you had any encounters with demons? What happened in said encounter(s)?
8. Are you taking any kind of drugs or medications? Please list them here:
"Expected Lifespan? Demon encounters? Special Powers? What kind of survey is this!?" Jason whispered softly to himself.
Something strange is going on here. First of all, where are all of the other students? Secondly, what is up with this survey? Did all of the students in the school have to take it? Did they get the same test that we did? Jason thought to himself.
Perhaps the other students here were thinking the same thing.
Quinn took one look at the survey. Less than one look really. She managed to read as far as question 7 before she stopped. "Have you had any encounters with demons? What happened in said encounter(s)?"
At the words, memories of the Yucatan flashed though her mind. Memories of shadow claws and stolen magic books and strange magics she couldn't understand. It was all she needed. She folded the paper in half, stood up, slipped a the paper into a pocket and walked calmly toward the door. "I'm not sure what this is about, but I'm taking it up with the principal." she said, hand on the door knob as she began to turn it.
At the words, memories of the Yucatan flashed though her mind. Memories of shadow claws and stolen magic books and strange magics she couldn't understand. It was all she needed. She folded the paper in half, stood up, slipped a the paper into a pocket and walked calmly toward the door. "I'm not sure what this is about, but I'm taking it up with the principal." she said, hand on the door knob as she began to turn it.
Cody took the survey as it was handed to him and immediately began filling it out one question at a time. He had taken countless surveys like this and didn't expect anything different from the one he had now.
1. Name: Cody Lansing
2. Age: 17
3. Date of birth: June 6th 1996
4. Expected time of death:
Ok, maybe it wasn't going to be exactly the same after all. Was it some sort of typo? No, a few of the other questions were just as weird. Some sort of joke then? Maybe Ms. Tanya had a bizarre sense of humor. Cody was pondering what to do when one of the girls, (Quinn was it?), got out of her seat and headed towards the door saying she was going to show the survey to the principle. That seemed to be taking it a bit far but Cody decided to see what Ms. Tanya said before continuing to fill out the odd survey.
1. Name: Cody Lansing
2. Age: 17
3. Date of birth: June 6th 1996
4. Expected time of death:
Ok, maybe it wasn't going to be exactly the same after all. Was it some sort of typo? No, a few of the other questions were just as weird. Some sort of joke then? Maybe Ms. Tanya had a bizarre sense of humor. Cody was pondering what to do when one of the girls, (Quinn was it?), got out of her seat and headed towards the door saying she was going to show the survey to the principle. That seemed to be taking it a bit far but Cody decided to see what Ms. Tanya said before continuing to fill out the odd survey.
Ms. Tanya chuckled to herself as Quinn attempted to leave. She would find that the door wasn't locked, but it would not budge, as if held in by some unseen force. She held up a single finger and wagged it in a tutting manner. "Ah ah ah....You may not leave until you've completed the survey. believe me, there is a point to all of this and I will explain shortly once everyone has finished. The woman gestured back to where Quinn was sitting before and smiled again, seeming to not have a single care in the world right now. "Please, sit and finish your survey with the rest of your classmates."
"And if you must know Quinn, I already had this form okayed by the principal." She explained, plopping into the chair behind the desk and propping her feet up in an informal manner. "Just place your sheet on the corner of the desk when you're through."
"And if you must know Quinn, I already had this form okayed by the principal." She explained, plopping into the chair behind the desk and propping her feet up in an informal manner. "Just place your sheet on the corner of the desk when you're through."
"I agree with Ms Rhodes, this questionnaire is highly unusual, why on earth would you be asking students such things? Demonic Encounters? Spirit Energy based ability's?" Karen started, getting out of her seat and putting her self between the teacher and students "These are not questions asked in normal conversation, and not ones to be asked so flippantly." Karen's trust for this teacher dropped like a stone, something was very wrong here and she was sure what ever it was meant they where already in trouble.