~ Oh my, summary please? All I know is that they are in class ~

To her surprise, Jannee had somehow been able to arrive at class early, earlier than the teacher in fact. With nothing to do she had pulled out her book and found herself buried neck deep in it. Even when the teacher arrived, when the students started striding in, when Red sat down next to her, not even when class started. Only when she heard the close alarming clatter of supplies spilling over the floor, did she look up. She didn't know much about Red, only that he was being stalked by some bubbly, good looking girl named Cali. Cali seemed to be madly in love with him, Jannee suspected Red had the same feelings for Cali too. She payed no attention to the flush in his face, and continued reading her book, even though the teacher was well into the class. Her book was terribly intriguing, so when she was rudely shaken away from the exciting story by the sharp voice of the teacher reprimanding her about reading in class, her temper soared. The teacher had passed out a large pile of worksheets among the first row of students, telling them to distribute it among everyone else. Just her luck, by the time the diminishing pile reached her, their was no paper. She looked to her right, noticing the a messily placed on Red's desk. "Hey douchebag, you stole my paper." She snapped, snatching the paper. She found that when talking using negative words, results came a lot quicker, and people didn't want to be associated with someone with such a cold tone, so no one ever replied.

((That's really all that happened except the exposition of Cali, Red, and Charlotte. The class had begun and now we're basically rolling with it. Be very gradual and slow with posts, so we don't flood the creator-who will be periodically absent. :) ))

Red turned, raising an eyebrow to the girl. He didn't much like the vulgar language, and greatly disapproved of the demand she threw his way. His face flushed a deeper red, his eyes brought out by the color, and now he stood, then bent over into the girl's face. "Keep your mouth shut. I'm only above hitting ladies, not pathetic little attention-seekers." His voice was a growl, and once his sentence was finished, he turned back to his seat and looked in the direction of the teacher.

Of course, he was much angrier than he showed. Red, however, was just trying to avoid more trouble and more apology letters, so he gave her the warning and resumed his life, pushing the little annoyance out of his head. After all, he didn't know he had two papers, and he would have gladly handed them over had she not been so vulgar. Now, he had an opinion of the girl, whose name he didn't even know. And there it would remain.

Zero, sighed, stood up and said "Bro if you hit her I hit you and it would be a big mess and I don't feel like dealing with it." Not everyone knows Zero grew up in the Nightmare Realm. They would probably run away if they knew. The younger you are there the easier you have it but if you grow up there it's hard. Nothing but drugs and alcohol and fights everywhere. Walking home from school everyday Zero would get jumped. For no reason. Cops didn't do anything and when they did, it was just for they're pleasure. "I don't even care if you weren't even going to hit her a threat is a threat. And a bet is a bet, And this is a cigarette." He grabbed a cigarette frombehind his left ear. Putting it back he walked over to his seat and sat down.

(Totally forgot to tell the rest of you. I will be on every few days to check the roleplay. You can go on just not too far. At least until I get my computer back on. )

Charlotte watched the mess, chewing on her bottom lips softly before deciding to stand also. Now, Charlotte wasn't a violent girl but she wasn't about to let this idiot and irrational girl talk to him like that. "Will you all just sit down?" She asked, her eyes narrowing. "Or this is going to get really ugly." Her eyes shifted between the two that had spoken to red in such a rude manner with a hard glare, and then looked over to Red. Her expression softened considerably before she sat back down. "This is just ridiculous. All over a paper? Really guys?" She rolled her eyes and stuck her pencil in her mouth as a way to keep her from saying some really rude things she was going to say.

Red was already back in his seat, ignoring the unimportant threat from the "bad boy" in the front. Oh a smoker. I wonder if you chewyour nails as well. He smirked and relaxed some, ignoring all those around him. He knew he was right, and that was al that mattered. Even better, he didn't get violent. Good... No useless papers to right. Though next time they won't be so fortuante.

Red relaxed some as the teacher went on about an equation on the board, seemingly having missed the near-confrontation that just happened. Red got lost in a thought, in another consciousness, barely even aware of his surroundings. Somewhere in his mind, he knew Cali would be asking him about this all later, and as a response, his stomach turned.

None of this was over, just postponed until a later time in the day. Perhaps the next class to come would behold a fight worth seeing, but Red had no idea of knowing. He just had to wait it out, and try his hardest not to be the one to start the fight in the first place. One way to keep his mind non-aggressive was to read, and using that knowledge to his advantage, he withdrew the book Charlotte had given him, and opened the front cover.

A little red paper fell out with black ink scribbled onto it. He held it up to read the contents of the note.

Charlotte sat perfectly still in her desk now, only shifting a little to make herself comfy once again in her seat. She listened to the lesson drone on, and yawned slightly. Noticing that Red was about to read her book, she smiled. She ran a hand through her long pink hair and thought for a moment about the events. It would probably get violent soon enough, and that was the last thing she wanted to see. Because with violence came blood.

And with blood, her terrible vampire instincts became alive. Just one drop of the red substance would be enough to drive her over the edge, no matter how hard she attempted to stay away. Blood meant fighting and hunting, and Charlotte was made for that sort of thing. She was dangerous, and she knew it. But she tried to hide that fact.

Red squinted his eyes, then held the little bit of paper away from his face, arms length. The scribble on the snipit of bloodred paper was too small for him to read. It appeared to be a doodle, but he couldn't be sure. He looked up to Charlotte, then stared at her pen, and did what all good demons could do: ouiji board.

He sent the pen in her desk to communicate onto her paper: What does the note in the book say, Charlotte? Then he let the pen drop back onto the desk, but moved his eyes back to the teacher, who seemed completely oblivious to everything going on directly in front of him. Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, the girl next to him began to become an extreme irritant once again. He felt enraged remembering her words, and shifted away from her as far as he could while remaining in his seat.

Charlotte watched her pen with curious eyes, and then looked to Red. Looking back at the paper, she chewed her bottom lip. She had forgotten that she had left that paper in there. Well, the answer to his question was much simpler than she was making it, but she felt stupid for leaving it none the less. She had used the paper as her bookmark, but that was because it was the only scrap paper she could find at the time. Which, now, wasn't seeming like it was her brightest idea. She picked up the pen and wrote back, this time making her writing bigger so he could read. Normally, her writing was tiny and therefore nearly impossible for anyone but herself to read. "It simply was a reminder for myself." She scribbled, placing the pen back down. Char brushed away her hair and shifted her gaze to the floor.

Red received the message and nodded, shrugging and placing the scrap of paper back into the pages. He looked up at the clock, noticing that the bell would ring in 15 seconds, and reached for his bag that still lay on the floor. He placed it on his desk, shoving the book inside, then sat motionless as the harsh buzz of the bell intruded into every classroom.

~ Ok then, thanks! ~

Jannee was taken by surprise when a guy actually stood up for her. She'd had to take care of herself for so long, usually bystanders just watched. This time it was different, she was threatened, supported, then some girl decided to get into the action and said some words. But Jannee payed no attention to that, her mind was stuck on the boy's words. If you hit her, I'll hit you. Jannee didn't say anything pressing the matter further. When she had snapped at Red she hadn't been expecting a reply, from anyone. And it was senseless to fight about a piece of paper. Red had been lucky, if the shiny lipped one hadn't stepped in, the results of the small skirmish would be much more severe.

"Bitch." She mumbled as she took her seat, not sure who she had meant the word for. The class droned on and on, until the teachers voice became a mere background noise. Her eyes found the clock, and she glared into it, until the time finally came, and the piercing buzz of the bell echoed through the school. She grabbed her bag and stood up to go, but she was called back by the teacher (Zero, Red, and Charlotte were part of the fight to, so the teacher could call them over also, i just don't want to control your characters.)

After discovering the door to the kitchen had been locked, Dale released his fury into a mighty kick at the door. The loud sound had bounced around, and the kick had only brought a painful jolt to his leg. His swears had been spewed out a little to loudly, and before he knew it, he was being informed that detention was going to be his home for the next two weeks.

Red looked at the teacher, raising an eyebrow like his request was unnecessary. However, he chose his battles carefully, and just let it go. He covered the few steps it was for him to get to the front of the class, facing the teacher and leaning on the oversized desk where the shiny gold plaque sat, naming the teacher. Red's eyes wandered to Charlotte, awaiting for her to join him beside the desk as they lingered around.

He didn't notice that his journal had escaped and eluded his gaze after his bag avalanched off of his desk in the beginning of class. It lay on the floor under Jannee's desk, hidden nicely.

Charlotte hissed out some words of disapproval to the teacher under her breath. She had only gotten in the middle of it because the stupid girl opened her mouth. Plus, she didn't like fights. They cause intense problems for everyone. Standing, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked over to the desk, crossing her arms and glaring hard at the wall. She knew that if she directed her attention at the teacher she would have gotten in even worse trouble. Her eyes softened and she looked to Red, forcing a small smile.

Red freed his right hand from his bag by resting it on his shoulder, then continuing to touch Charlotte's shoulder and patting her back slightly. His expression was somewhat compassionate, but most of it came from guilt rather than true pity. If Red had ignored the vulgar, unsophistacated girl's comment, Charlotte wouldn't have had to try to calm things down. He did feel empathy for the girl.

Turning towards the teacher, Red's fist landing on the desk to get his attention. "Excuse me, sir. We're going to be late to our next class. Can this meeting be sped along?" Exaspiration echoed through his comment, and his eyes were constantly darting to the clock that hung above the wide-open door.

The teacher cleared his throat. "Remove your fist from my desk Mr. Manscotti." His tone was cold and rough, his eyes piercing in a commanding matter. Jannee was pissed, she wasn't a bad student, and wasn't usually involved in classroom fights. This whole mess could hurt her grades and history, no college would except a student marked for violence. She stood a good distance from Red and the girl, her knuckles white from her tight hold on the bag. "You were all brought here for a reason, disruptive behavior. Your lunch hour is going to be spent in detention, take note that if I catch you fighting during class, the situation will not be handled as lightly."

Jannee bit the inside of her cheek, her expression frozen into a slight glare. Breakfast hadn't been anywhere near as appetizing as it should have been, so she had passed. But knowing she would be missing lunch, she wished she had just swallowed the glop.

Zero said "Detention, got it." With that he had saluted the teacher. Walking over to Jannee He said "Hey, sorry about what happened to you. All the shit that went down over a piece of paper. " He sat down next to her.

(I'm sorry that sucks. Like I said I haven't roleplayed in a few months.)

Charlotte ignored the hand on her shoulder, merely because it wasn't a bother to her. The punishment, however, was more than a little cruel. She ran a hand through her hair with an irritated sigh. "Hey, you know, there wasn't an actual fight. And if there had been, it would have been because little miss rudeness over there got angry over a piece of paper. That's a bit over the top, the punishment." Her bright red eyes turned cold. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck here for her lunch hour.

Zero said "Hey man just butt out. It's really none of your business. It wasn't my business either but I stood up for the girl when this punk threatened to hit her. So if anyone should be here for the lunch our it's me and him for threatening." He turned to the teacher and continued "So let the others go." He went over to the window and lit a cigarette and leaned out the open window. No smoke was going into the classroom. Sure Zero didn't care what others thought of him.

~ Oh sorry guys, I meant breakfast instead of lunch. I just think it might make more sense because the teachers always want the students punished sooner ~

"Yeah, my temper sucks. Sorry about getting you in detention, thanks for sticking up for me." Jannee whispered. The girl whose named was apparently Charlotte, called her little miss rudeness. It took all she had to bite back the nasty words she wanted to spew at her, as if that boy she always hung out with wasn't a total dick towards others. Jannee could feel the corners of her lips tugging into a smile, Zero once again had her back. "Dude, it's fine. I started this whole thing, I should be the one to end it." The teacher seemed as if he was thinking over their remarks. "Fine, you students hold a good point. Jannee, i want you staying the whole time. Zero, Charlotte, and Red, half the time." As the last word stumbled from his mouth, the blaring bell rang loudly above their heads, indicating breakfast time. The teacher nodded towards the door. "I assume all four of you know where the detention room is?"

Dale had his feet propped up on his desk, eyes scanning the clock intensely. He had gotten into his first day of detention less then a minute ago, but already the seconds had seemed like hours. His knuckles rubbed at his sleep deprived eyes, this would be a long day. He tried his best to keep his mind focused on anything but whatever they were having for breakfast, the constant rumbling of his stomach did nothing to help the situation. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open. He cocked his towards the figure of Jannee angrily striding towards a seat in the back. "Whats got you fired up? Well, other than the fact your in the detention while everyone else eats pancakes." Dale said with a smirk. Dale and Jannee were usually in detention, so much time spent with each other in a boring room had gotten them quite close. Regardless of their tight relationship, they only thought of one and other as friends. Jannee made a face at him, letting her bag slip off her shoulder onto the floor. "Shut up, don't act like you're not here every other day." Jannee replied. Dale raised his eyebrows. "Careful, I can snap your neck and bite through your hand." He knew Jannee was in a bad mood, so why not push her limits. "Don't go all werewolf on me yet man, I just got here."

Red seemed relieved, and continued to walk towards the door. His journal still lay on the floor, given no attention and no second glances. He was on his way to his second class, undisturbed by anything that had just happened in the classroom. Red knew the detention room well, dimly lit with awful words and images scratched into the desks and the always horrible Mrs. Skinner who played the role of detention-proctor in the high school.

He took a left, hearing footsteps behind him. The taps of shoes seemed unthreatening, but even he could feel some violation with the way they were matching his own steps. Red didn't glance back, but something in him yearned to look over his shoulder. He smelled a lovely perfume, and sensed a calm, serene, intelligent ora around the stalker. It could have been anybody following him, and he would have welcomed them into his life with open arms, just by using his senses to feel their personality.

Charlotte sighed, collecting her books and throwing her bag over her shoulder. Charlotte wasn't unfamiliar with detention, she had been there a few times herself. That was because most of the time the vampire had an issue with keeping her mouth shut. She sighed and slipped out of the room without so much as a simple look back. There was no need for it anyways, seeing as her uncontrollable glare would surely land her another detention- or worse.

She clicked down the hall, heading off toward her next classroom. It wouldn't take long to get down there, and she knew that once she did she would have something to do at least. She took a sharp right, going a different way than what Red was going. She didn't feel like speaking with anyone at the current moment, not even him. Her next class was the last one in the hall on the left side, and she opened the door slowly. Paper was chucked at the opening door, and Charlotte ducked before heading inside. Few laid eyes on her, which she greeted with terrible glares. She plopped into her seat in the back in a huff, and pulled out her sketch book. She continued with the sketch she had been working on yesterday.