welcome to hell [OPEN]

[Alexandria Marne]

Biting her lower lip, Alexandria walked into the entrance of the academy. The place she would live at until her don’t-give-a-flying-monkey parents decided nothing would help her and gave up all together. Nothing would keep her out of trouble, no matter how far away she was sent or how expensive the school. She would always be the one caught at the scene of the crime and would always be the one to deal with the consequences. Not like she cared. She actually enjoyed getting in trouble. Almost as much as she liked evading the authorities. It was priceless. Plus, the fact that she wasted a gazillion dollars of her daddy’s money was just a bonus. The more things she broke, the more he had to pay. The more she could inflict upon him the kind of pain she’d always had.

It’s only fair, she told herself, bitterly, as she lugged her single duffel bag into the school. He deserves at least half of the hurt I’ve felt in these past few years. All the aching and mourning was going to mean something to him one day. She would make it mean something. She would make him feel the way she felt, if it was the last thing she did. She couldn’t let crimes go unpunished and she certainly couldn’t let evil roam free. And that’s exactly what he is. Alex mused Evil. He needs to…he has to go. Just go far, far away. Where he can never hurt anyone else again. She had deducted that if she could just get him locked up…if she could get rid of him permanently, the world would be a nicer place. She’d always known it would be up to her to get him gone in a matter of time, ever since wife number…hell! Ever since he had beat her own mother to death right before her very eyes. She knew.

“Hey! Uh…new kid here! Coming through! Move it or lose it!” Alexandria shouted, as she swung her bag around hazardously. Making a scene was one of the things she did best. And it really was the only way she was going to get someone’s attention. She only hoped someone could point out which room she would reside in before someone got hurt with her heavy bag. She walked up to a cowering man with a clipboard, swaying and swinging still and looking around her almost like a curious fairy would like at a place infested with strange humans. That was certainly how she felt. Like an outsider. “Excuse me, but do you happen to know where I am supposed to-” She didn’t even have to finish, the man had obviously heard of her and pointed in the direction of a long hallway, telling her it was the third door on the left. “Thanks!” She said brightly, whipping her bag around once more and nearly knocking the poor fellow to the ground. She hustled her way down the hallway and opened the third door on the left. After she’d thrown her duffel onto the unoccupied-looking bed, she ran back into the hallway, armed only with a single can of hot pink spray paint, hidden expertly in an inside pocket in her black leather jacket. She prepared to make a scene and ship out again that night when she ran – smack! – right into a boy. She toppled over backwards, gasping in surprise and slight pain. It was usually hard to catch her off guard. Her intense green eyes peeked out of a curtain of red hair to get a good look at the boy whom she’d tripped over.

[The Dude]

"CAN'T CATCH ME!" Ash yelled back to marty as he ran through the halls. He had stolen Marty's cigarettes trying to get him to stop. Marty not being the happiest person in the world was more than willing to beat the living snot out of ash to get it back. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ASH!" Marty yelled and rammed teachers and students out of his way.

Ash smiled and knew he could outrun marty and almost everyone in the school. He looked forwards just in time and ran into a girl. He landed and rolled a few times. He got up and marty grabbed him. "Drop it." Marty said coldly. Ash gave him the pack and marty pushed him over. "Knock it off." Marty said and lit up a smoke and started walking. Ash looked over to the girl. "Oh crap i'm sorry i ran into you." he said and ran up to her. "My names Ash."

[Alexandria Marne]

Alexandria quickly traded in her dazed look for a slightly annoyed one. Who the hell ran anywhere anymore? Sure, she had darted out of her room….but that was different. Probably. She couldn’t really tell, since she didn’t know why he had been running, but she doubted it was for the same purpose. It obviously had something to do with that pack of cigarettes, yet she doubted it was them trying to get expelled. They act like brothers. She thought, getting irritated by the fact that everyone seemed to have such close friends – or even siblings for that matter. Am I the only one who doesn’t have a brother or sister left? She wondered bitterly. Focus! Just get up and walk away-damn.

The hot pink spray paint can was rolling on the floor some ten feet away. She wished – not for the first time – she had been smarter and bought more than one bottle. Ignore it. It’s not yours. The advice poured from the evil part of her mind – the one that most would probably consider a conscience. “Hi, Ash. I’m Alex.” She said, trying to keep her voice level, even though she was secretly gawking at him from behind her thick drape of auburn hair, bright green eyes were giving him a twice over. He seemed…different. At least different than any of the other fear stricken students who seemed to want to hide under a rock whenever someone approached them. He was…bolder.

Finally realizing that she had begun to openly stare at him, Alex stood back up and straightened to her full height – a whopping five feet and two inches. Definitely not the tallest person alive. She stole one last glance at the spray paint, which a student had picked up and returned to the cowardly clipboard man, whose eyes automatically flickered over to her upon receiving the precious container. She flashed him a wicked grin, before turning her attention back to the guy in front of her. “So, what were you and Mr. Moody Cigarette Guy doing anyway?” She asked, not caring if she was being too rude or upfront. What should it matter to her? She wouldn’t be there much longer anyway. If it was anything like her last school, she would have a science building burned down in no time at all.

[The Dude]

Ash smiled at her. "Well mr. moody otherwise known as Marty. I've been trying to get him to quit smoking." Ash crossed his arms. "He gets that way when someone does this type of thing. You should of seem how edgy he was when he went a month without a pack." Ash said with a chuckle.