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[crystalroulette]

淡色スポットライト / / OPEN

{♫} After receiving his information and MonoMessenger the indigo haired male wondered around the school. Yes, he was very nervous, but on the surface he was calm and collected. The words 'School of mutual killing' ran through his mind while he was messing with the newly given gadget. Tokiya had made, somewhat friends while on the MonoMessenger, but other than that he hasn't talked to any one upon arriving here.

Figuring out the school's schedule for day, night, and the limited use of the cafeteria was irritating to him. Sighing, he continued on his walk around the school. As his fingers continued to tap on the MonoMessenger, he rounded a corner bumping into someone head on. They both stumbled backwards and Tokiya had a piercing pain moving through his head. He then immediately bowed towards the other person.

"I apologize for bumping into you, it's completely my fault for not watching where I was going."

[downtoearthstargazer-blog]

Adrift as if in space

Having woken up in the unfamiliar background of a school that looked nothing like any school he'd been in, Clay found that...somehow, he wasn't all too shocked by this. Huh - even though he hadn't the foggiest clue what he was doing beforehand, or why he was even here, for that matter - when he paused to think about all this, there was no fear. Only a determination of sorts...had he...come here for something super-important, then? Gosh, he couldn't remember anything!

Hey, if it was something important - and he felt it certainly must be, due to the fact he felt determined rather than frightened in the face of a school where folk murdered - he'd remember in time, right? ...Right! Pumping his fists energetically  he found a phrase coming to mind and spoken aloud very easily.

"I'm Clay Terran, and I'M FINE!!!"

...Huh. That phrase felt...very solid in his mind and lack of memories. Maybe it had something to do with that determination? However, any thoughts about the subject would have to wait, because it looked like someone had heard his shouting.

"...Oops. Didn't mean to hurt your ears or anything, there, sorry! So...this is a school for super high school talents, huh? Don't think people murdering each-other was on any school brochure I read, even if I can't remember much, pfft."

Being an optimist, he couldn't help but make a bit of light-hearted joking about it. Hey, it helped him to be positive!

[freckledstrappies]

Beep! Beep!

Oof, alright. Alright. Working a monomessanger. He knew how to do this, had mastered it when he'd come to the school and everyone had gotten 'twitters'. The typing was always a bit shaky and sometimes made words for him, but he had fixed them before, he could do it again. Now he just needed to pull up the >Send to all contacts option, write his message out and then it would all be okay. No tears. No death. No anything but happiness and comfort. Right. Yeah. He could do this.

[To>>All Students From>>Marco Bodt] >>Message: - -HELLO I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO STITCH SOMEONE VERY DEAR WHO ME UP. HE IS HURT AND BLEEPING. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP.

[crimsonchampion-blog]

Didn't they come to a school to learn? Why is no one in class, and instead roaming the halls? Obviously, the concept of school is overriding the other new one of not having school in a school and so forth to the point where it's confusing enough that he's just going to sit down.

If you need him, he's just going to be sitting in one of the classrooms on the lower floors, staring at the blackboard.