smol project thing for me n brainy! :D my wiriting is labeled with an F, brainy's is labeled with whatever they choose xD (( Brainy: I choose B :> )) okokok here we go-- ----------------------- F: This high school was a hive of gossip, rumours, and unfathomable idiocy. Rei hated it. And loved it. She technically broke the dress code every day-- she wore tanktops most of the time-- but she'd successfully scared away everybody who had tried to yell at her about it. There were a lot of rumours surrounding her, and she was just fine with that. It kept people out of her face, you know? But where had the rumours stemmed from? Well... Maybe it was the fact that she never talked to anyone unless she had to. Or the fact that she'd once gotten called to the office for starting a fight. Perhaps it was the fact that she was a shapeshifter. However, there was nobody in that school who knew that she was one, of course. She just stayed in her true form all the time-- dark red hair, tan skin, a short and strong build, and that pesky birthmark at the nape of her neck. That birthmark was the only thing that differentiated her as a shapeshifter. However, since there were no other shapeshifters at the school, everyone just wrote it off as a birthmark. Which she was grateful for. Some of the rumours, though... there was one that she was a witch, another that she killed a kid, another that she threatened the school to not expell her. The list goes on. She loved it. She loved the fact that she just had to glare at someone, and they'd leave her alone. As she walked into the school that morning, her hair tied in a messy bun, her large round glasses just barely staying on her nose, she overheard more discussion. This time, about a new kid. Apparently, he was freakishly tall, intimidating, dark, and just generally scary. Sounded like another weirdo. Can't wait to meet him, she thought as she walked down the hall to her locker. The crowd in the hall parted for her, giving expressions from glares to terrified grimaces. It really was her favorite thing. Maybe she'd meet that new kid quickly-- who knows? B- Sait was always the "new kid". Probably because he couldn't secure a school, as hard as he tried. He wanted to be normal. To escape his father, who in his opinion, was /far/ too strict with him. And maybe just to get a small taste of life. Something he'd been rid of at a very young age. Sait was at his own locker, placed in, by far, the darkest place available in the halls. He was dressed strictly to code, a plain white shirt and formal jeans covering his massive body. Sait was clearly out of place. Not only because his appearance was depressing, and overall gloomy. Not only because he was an albino with hair darker than a raven's feather. But because of the fact that he was taller than every doorway he came across. /Nine feet tall/. Staring at his locker with furrowed brows, Sait attempted to find /some/ way to reach down comfortably- without revealing an... /odd/ feature of his. He didn't seem to notice the students in the area, staring. Or the red headed girl, also probably watching. F: She was, indeed. Mainly because he was... right next to her locker. Rei adjusted the backback over her shoulder, glancing at her locker for a moment in regret. Should she ask him to move? It wasn't like she was scared of him- oh, no, absolutely not, she didn't scare /that/ easily-- but because she didn't want to scare /him/. That was definitely it. Her bright blue eyes flicked back and forth between him and her locker for a moment-- it was either carry her backpack to every class, or... just... ask him to move. Which, really, was the smart idea in this situation. She debated tapping him on the shoulder, then decided against it. She was average height, not tall enough to even reach his /chest/. So, instead, she cleared her throat in an attempt to get his attention. "Is it alright if I just, uh... slide my stuff into my locker? It's right next to yours, sorry." B- Sait looked down at her, squinting slightly with dark brown eyes. Of course, they weren’t /really/ brown~ that was the contacts. All he could think about was how /annoying/ they were to keep in. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with a large, pale hand, he took a step back. “Yeah~ yeah, that works. No need for apologies~” His voice was surprisingly smooth and dignified for somebody so violent in appearance. And, of course, there was the fact that he had an accent. It wasn’t American, that was obvious. It seemed a mixture of British and Irish~ though, there was a silky Slavic hint mixed within the two. Awkwardly holding his backpack over his shoulder, (which, was barely the size of his head), Sait looked down at his boots. His expression, as his head raised towards the window, became somewhat panicked, “Do you know the date?” He asked suddenly.
Mmm, gotta remember the full moon Sait junk xDDD
