[Lord English]

-Ram walked briskly from her home and went to the Shibusen. It was going to be her first day of training and she was nervous. Her hair was caked with heavy layers of dirt so it didn’t flow very well when she walked. She made her way to the classroom, noting that there was a boy there already in the front. She took a deep breath and adjusted the rags covering her chest as she made her way up and around the back of the classroom to the farthest seat in the corner. She didn’t want anything to do with him and hoped he or no one else would talk to her.-

[Franken Stein]

Demion looked at the odd girl and watched as she moved across the back of the classroom. that was highly unusual. He didn’t move as it seemed she didn’t want to interact. he knew there would be some time before the teacher came in, but he didn’t exactly want to converse himself. He took a deep breath instead.

[Lord English]

-Ram gazed at the boy in the front. Her eyes pierced through him as he was new to her. She had a slight mental flash, her brother’s face. He would have probably been here too if she hadn’t done what she had done. She glared at him and breathed heavily and before she knew it, she was standing next to him and nearly breathing down his neck. She realized that she was too close and ran back to her seat in the corner. She shivered in terror at the thought of how close she was but she lusted for his blood.-

[Franken Stein]

Demion felt heavy breathing on his neck and turned, only to see the girl flee. He smiled a bit despite this horrid glare he was getting from her. he spoke calmly to her, “if you want to hang, it’s alright. I don’t bite.” He tried to be as appealing as possible, not wanting to scare off the apparently skittish girl.

[Lord English]

-Ram blushed the slightest bit as she was spoken to. She wanted to hide but there was no where to do so. She instead looked at him with a softer look. Her chest expanded as she took in a breath and said, “I… um… I don’t know what you mean.” She didn’t know what this slang was. It scared her, it was new, but she enjoyed it. She wanted to know it he felt fear too, but she would have to test that later.-

[Franken Stein]

Demion tilted his head to the side as she said she didn’t understand. he smirked as he took a needle from his father’s coat then used it to clean out under his finger nails. He spoke as calmly as possible, “like, come over to my room. We can play games and I am sure my father wouldn’t mind you as company, seeing as you are a student and all.” speaking of his father, he checked the time. Still had a lot of it left before class begun.

[Lord English]

-Ram looked at him and saw the needle. That was new. She shivered a bit in fear and delight in her fear. She got a tingling thrill off of it. She looked him over and said, “I… don’t know about that. My mother said I shouldn’t even be here, let alone play with other kids. That’s why she gave me a brother. We play all the time.” She knew good and well he was dead. Her mind was telling her to say that. She had no choice in her answer. It was like part of her self was stuck at the age of five, though her body was a starting teenager. “When do we get weapons?” She asked bluntly, hoping he knew something. This was too new for her taste. Too much new all at once, and she loved it.-

[Franken Stein]

Demion noted her shyness and offered a more settling smile. he placed the needle back into the coat and spoke to the first statement, “You should make friends.” The question shocked him and he turned to look at her, “You mean you didn’t go to the meet and greet? You should have found someone to resonate with there.” He had a hint of concern in his voice but he did remember only about a third of the class showed up to find each other.

[Lord English]

-Ram faked a smile to the male. She shook her head to the statement of making friends. Then he spoke of a meet and greet. She had to make an excuse other than she was scared to go. She blurted out, “I was sick.” She then sunk down into her seat, she wanted to hide. She wanted to escape. She felt sick, she was afraid, she was excited. She ended up smiling and wanted to take one of his needles, but instead she folded her arms and hid her head in them on her desk, not wanting her smile to be seen.-

[Franken Stein]

demion saw her odd actions of giving an answer then hiding herself. He took it as her not wanting to talk anymore. He shrugged and faced forward in the seat and just watched the clock. He couldn’t wait to find out who was teaching.

[Lord English]

-Ram stayed hidden as her urges begged her to move for the kill. She stood herself back up and moved over to him, slowly putting her hand on his shoulder if he didn’t move. She’d grip it harder slowly if she could make the initial contact, she wanted to kill him. She hid her smile and tried to keep her motive hidden from her eyes but they showed excitement.-

[Franken Stein]

Demion felt her grip his shoulder and he ripped his shoulder away. He saw blood drip off his shoulder from her nails and said, “What the hell?! Are you crazy?!” he placed his hand on his shoulder and put a light pressure on his shoulder even though he wasn’t bleeding too bad.

[Lord English]

-Ram smiled and went back to her seat. She liked this fear he showed. She was very excited but she sat back down. She started rocking in her seat, muttering to herself about how she wanted to murder him but she calmed down. She let her forehead fall to the desk with a thud and she closed her eyes. She just listened to the surroundings.-

[Franken Stein]

He returned to not looking at her. demion kept his hand on his shoulder and whispered to himself, “Damn that hurt.” He then sighed and watched the clock, soon class would start.

[Krystal Akuma]

Krystal sits off to the side of the room, watching as this little “event” plays out. ‘Interesting,’ she thinks. Krystal herself did not go to the meet and greet, not bothered too much that she doesn’t have a partner. But the fact that she can’t go on missions did depress her slightly. “I should find someone quickly,” she mumbles to herself as she practices her skills quietly, turning the tips of her fingers into blades, then turning them back.