Dead Alice

"I'm going to find out what's going on in this damn school if it kills me!" said Mira, shaking her fist. "You always were too curious for your own good," said James, smirking. "So how are we supposed to find out what Tokoskai's up to?" asked Charlotte. "Damned if I knew," said Zieg. Mira twirled a piece of hair around her finger out of boredom. At least her head didn't hurt anymore. Suddenly an idea came to her. "Maybe we could sneak into his office after school!" "Are you insane?" said Zieg. "He's got that place wired like crazy." Charlotte looked thoughtful. "Unless we could somehow shut off his security system..." James' eyes lit up.

"Wait, are you the girl Matt was trying to help?" Charlotte asked. "Yes, I think so," the girl said shyly. "We'll return this to him," said Mira, taking the jumpsuit from the girl. "Thank you." "Please thank him for me," said the girl before scampering away. "She seemed nice," said Mira. "How could anyone be mean to her?" "This damn administration..." James muttered, clenching his fist. "I know I don't want any more tardies," said Mira. "God knows what the teachers will do next." She glanced at her wrist. It needed a new bandage. She looked at James and couldn't help thinking about that dream again... It was like a plague...

Name: Eva Romero Age: 20 Occupation: bounty hunter, part-time grocery store clerk Weapon of choice: handgun Ship: Diablo (I dunno... it's red!) Appearance: long, wavy, dark brown hair w/ bangs; brown eyes; wears a red tank top and a blue jacket, blue jeans & sandals Bio: Eva grew up in a rundown neighborhood in New York City with her abusive father and annoying kid brother. She hated her life and couldn't take it anymore. When she was 16, she ran away from home and stole the Diablo from an old, abandoned warehouse. Somehow she figured out how to fly to Mars, leaving her old life behind. She found a decent apartment and a part-time job at a grocery store, managing to live off her meager pay. One day while randomly flipping tv channels, she saw a program that caught her eye ((gee, I wonder which one that could be...?)). She thought the life of a bounty hunter sounded interesting. Her boss, being the nice guy he was, gave her her very own gun and taught her to use it. Now she hunts bounty heads for fun, and is as deadly as she is beautiful. Hope that's ok. Let me know if you need more info. ^_~

Screw it then. I don't like detail. I CANNOT WRITE IN DETAIL!!! This RP is too confusing for me anyway. Later. >_<

Angel talked into her radio again, the other hand on her hip. "Angel here. Where is the exact rendezvous point?" She waited for a response. "This is Starfe. The rendezvous point is on the fifth floor, room 507 B." "I read ya loud and clear, Starfe. Angel, over and out. You two heard me, let's move!" "Don't start gettin' bossy on me," said Chris in annoyed tone as they headed for the rendezvous point. "Hey missy, unless you wanna taste steel, I suggest you shut up." Valentine rolled his eyes at the catfighting women. ((hehe this is fun))

Mira sighed and stood up, wiping her eyes. "I just, I don't know," she said in frustration. "Something about Matt trying to help an injured student and getting in trouble. God, my head hurts like hell." She squinted in pain. "I had a really weird dream in Mr. Akamaru's class. I drew some pictures too, but there'll be time for that later. Something weird is going on in this school." "You mean, like the new punishment? Like your arm?" James asked, looking confused but thoughtful. "This is nothing. God knows what they'll do to Matt," said Mira, trying to fight the pain in her head. "We should go find Charlotte and Zieg," said James reluctantly. "Even if I do hate him, this is no time for senseless arguements." Mira admired James for that. But whatever feeling of content there was, it quickly fleeted. Everything was happening so fast, Mira struggled to keep up, being that she was experiencing excruciating pain, confusion, fear, worry, anger... At least James was there. She couldn't survive without him. Mira looked around. "Over there!" She pointed to where Charlotte and Zieg were waiting.

Mira's anger at the other students in her class vanished. She felt concerned and afraid. [I]How could they do this to Matt?[/I] She waited for James outside the cafeteria. "What's happening to this school?" she said to herself, her voice shaking. Tears came to her eyes as she slid down the wall and buried her face in her arms. She hadn't even noticed the blood seeping through the cloth around her wound. She heard a familiar voice. "Mira? Are you okay?" She looked up and saw James with an expression she'd never seen before. It was a mixture of fear, sadness, concern and surprise. His green eyes no longer had that depthness, that unmistakeable bravery. "Your arm is bleeding!" "That's not important right now," Mira choked.

My brother rented The Simpsons Hit and Run. It's so mean!!! You can run over old people!!!

I love Teen Titans!!! Too bad I missed the last ep... They look so cute when they go chibi!!! Especially Beast Boy. I luv him. And Raven is awesome too. Starfire is funny.

Angel heard voices talking and decided to see whether or not they were terrorists. She slowly inched along the wall, her gun held tight in her hands. Peeking around the corner, she could see they weren't terrorists. "Hey there! Is this the rendezvous point or what?" The two operatives jumped in surprise and held out their weapons. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you," said Angel, rubbing the back of her head nervously. "Don't scare us like that!" said the girl, who looked very young. "Sorry, sorry," Angel said again. "So who are you anyway?" "I'm Christina Diran, and this is Valentine," said the girl. "Who are you?" "Angel Anderson," she said with grin. "The Scarlet Angel, the crazy *****, the crazy wannabe angel *****, or just *****, or-" "Enough with the nicknames already," said Valentine in an annoyed voice. "Miss Anderson." "Don't call me that!" "Whatever, *****," said Valentine, half-laughing. "Are we going to look for Starfe now or not?" Chris asked impatiently. "Because you guys are getting on my nerves." Angel rolled her eyes. EDIT: Oops, hehe. ^-^;; Sorry about the B*tch thing... *sweatdrops*

This sounds very interesting. ^-^ Can you PM me when we start? Race: Legend One Type: Human Name: Sakura Yurishi Age: 16 Gender: Female Description: (I'll draw a picture of her but I might be a while before I can scan it.) Eyes: pale blue Hair: long, straight, dark brown with caramel highlights and bangs; braided in a half-ponytail Body type: 5'6", curvy Outfit: red low-cut short-sleeved shirt (shows midriff) with black bodice underneath; baggy black jeans with a ruffled red skirt over them; black fingerless gloves and black boots Location: Kyoto, Japan Weapon: katana Magic/Skills/Spells: ??? Personality: Sakura is a very kind person. Once she earns your trust, it will be hard to break. She is also very strong and independant. Bio: She grew up in a peaceful district of Kyoto. A kind old woman named Hazumi cared for her until she passed away of old age. Hazumi was a strong woman for her age and taught Sakura to fight with her father's sword. Sakura grew to be a very strong fighter. Before Hazumi died, she told Sakura that her parents had died of cancer when she was a baby. Hazumi had been a friend of her parents and decided to raise Sakura. Sakura loved reading and drawing, and was usually doing one of those or training with her katana. She lived happily by herself after Hazumi's death, until that fateful day when she saw the light of SouSei...

Mira glanced at the clock. [I]Thank God, only 15 minutes to go,[/I] she thought excitedly. She finished coloring her picture and smiled with satisfaction, putting it in her special folder for artwork. She could still hear people gossiping behind her, but she didn't really care. "I bet she kills people for fun," someone whispered. [I]Yeah, and you're next on my list,[/I] she thought. [I]I need to practice drawing mechs.[/I] And so she began to draw the Death Angel, her eraser beginning to wear out from her need of perfection. "Francine and Janet told me she was going out with that James guy," whispered a nosey girl named Tabitha that Mira knew from one of her classes. "Poor girl. She deserves better. James is like such a total loser." [I]Snap[/I] goes the pencil. Just as Mira was about to turn around, Mr. Akamaru caught her attention. "Uh, Miss Tenshi? Are you okay? Your face is red." "I-I'm fine, Mr. A," Mira said nervously. She looked at the clock again. 5 minutes left of class.

After taking out several terrorists, Angel headed to the third floor, then fourth, then fifth, taking the stairs. "Angel here," she said into her radio. "Where is the exact rendezvous point?" ((Yes, I actually know how to spell it. :P Don't feel like writing much today...))

Mira glared coldly at her peers. They stopped laughing and Mr. Akamaru continued his lecture. [I]Ugh, I can't wait for this damned class to be over. James is the only person that can cheer me up now. I wonder what was up with that dream...[/I] She found herself doodling at random again. Several times she drew herself killing faculty members in various ways. And then she felt like drawing James, which turned out to be a very nice picture. There were also a few of him strangling Zieg simply for the fun of it. A few rude girls looked over Mira's shoulder. They seemed very shocked and disgusted. "Ew, that's gross," one of them sneered. "Are you like demented or something?" "You should go talk to the school psychiatrist," said the other. "You have like major mental problems." Mira drew a quick sketch of the two girls with their heads chopped off and herself holding a bloody sword. She grinned evilly and put the paper on one of their desks. "Eeeeww," they said in unison. A few other students looked over to see what was so gross, but Mr. Akamaru didn't seem to notice. As Mira colored her picture of James, her head started to twinge with pain, and then it stopped. [I]Somebody's in trouble, I just know it,[/I] she thought.

"I am NOT going to be late again," said Mira as she headed to her last class of the day, Technical Science. It was probably her favorite class, since Mr. Akamaru was a lot nicer than the other teachers, and didn't like to assign much homework. Usually Mira drew or read while he gave his pointless lectures about the mechanical workings of a mech. Nobody ever payed attention in his class. Luckily, Mr. Akamaru's room wasn't far from Mrs. Megumi's. Mira made it to class before many others did. As other students filed into the classroom, Mira took out her notepad to make it look like she was going to take notes. The lecture that day was an exceptionally boring one. Mira's headache had slowly dissolved, and she felt herself drifting into a deep sleep..... Rain was pouring from every cloud as Mira struggled through a dense forest, cutting through weeds and underbrush that tore at her clothes. "Where am I?" Was she going in circles? A boy in the distance waved at her. "James? Is that you?" She started to walk toward him, and then broke into a run. "James!" He didn't get any closer. He just stood there, smiling and waving idly. Then Mira noticed something. James was bleeding. Blue streaks were falling like the never-ending rain. He seemed to get weaker with every step she took. "Mira!" he called. "James!" she yelled as tears came to her grey eyes. "Mira? Miiiiraaa...." "Mira, wake up," said Mr. Akamaru, tapping her shoulder. "What?" said Mira as she lifted her head groggily. "Oh, sorry." Her peers began to laugh at her, and her headache returned.

Angel Anderson stood motionless against a wall in a dark corridor of the White House, her gun at the ready. She heard footsteps around the corner, coming toward her. Drawing a small knife from her glove, she was prepared to strike. Right as the dark-skinned terrorist turned the corner, Angel threw her knife, just barely missing his neck. He was about to fire, but she was too quick for him. One shot through the chest and he was out like a light. "Score one for the Scarlet Angel," she said to herself, taking her mini-radio out of her pocket. "This is Scarlet Angel. I have just taken out officer Marshall. Preparing to launch assault on second floor." ((OOC: Hm... This is my first time being in an RP like this...))

((OOC: I drew a kewl piccie of Mira, but I have to wait until I can go to my friend's house to scan it. -_-O)) "Do not be alarmed, students," said Mrs. Megumi regarding the power failure. No one seemed to really care anyway. "There will be free time for the rest of class, but I strongly suggest you begin your report." Mira decided to take out her cell phone instead. "James! You there?" "Hey Mira," James responded. "What's up?" "Nothing, just having the worst day of my life," Mira groaned. "How's that?" "Well, besides the Tomodaru incident, I got Charlotte Maxwell in trouble." "Really?" "Yeah. She was yelling at those damn preps for making fun of me, and got sent to Mr. Tokoskai's office. Then I got this really bad migraine and Mrs. Megumi wouldn't let me go to the infirmary. And she just assigned a 10-page report on the 1st Mecha War." "Man, that sucks," said James sympathetically. Just then the power came back on. "Well, I have to go. See you after school!" "Yeah, sure," said Mira sulkily as James' face disappeared from her cell phone's video screen. Mira sighed. "I guess I better get started on this thing." She tried to think of things to write, but ended up doodling all over her paper.

"Why, Charlotte, why?" Mira said to herself with agonizing guilt. "You didn't have to be punished for me." She didn't want to think of what horrible things Tokoskai would do to Maxwell. [I]I hate every damn teacher in this school,[/I] she thought. Slowly her head began to hurt, until it developed into an earsplitting migraine. "Mrs. Megumi?" she managed to say against the pain. "What now?" said Mrs. Megumi in a tone of utmost annoyance. "May I please go to the infirmary? I have a really bad migraine." "You can wait until class is over, Miss Tenshi," said Mrs. Megumi. "Another disruption from you and I'll send you to Mr. Tokoskai's office for discipline." Mira held her forehead in agony as she tried to listen to Mrs. Megumi's lecture for the duration of class. [I]This is definetely not a good sign,[/I] she thought. [I]I don't get headaches like this unless something really bad is going on. Arrgh, and I used up my last aspirin yesterday too.[/I] Mira had a strong desire to ring Mrs. Megumi's neck when the class was assigned a 10-page report on the 1st Mecha War, which she would probably fail. Paying attention was not easy when you felt like your head was going to explode.

When class was over, Mira had to move fast to get all her art supplies cleaned up. After putting away her collage, she dashed out of the room like a bullet. "Can't be late, can't be late," she panted as she ran down the hallway, heading for her history class. She made it to the classroom right before the bell rang. "Thank God," she sighed, finding her seat. Seeing Mrs. Megumi walking toward her, Mira quickly searched for her report that had been done last minute during lunch. "I had to ditch James thanks to you," she muttered as she pulled out the paper. "Ah, Miss Tenshi," said Mrs. Megumi snidley ((that sounds weird

((That helps. Domo arigatou! ^-^ Let's see... my serial code thingy can be... KRJ1426 and my last name can be... Tenshi (for no particular reason cough cough)^^'))

((OOC: Hey, I DO talk to myself! LOL)) "Hey Matt!" said Mira after Mrs. Yokoshiira left. "Huh?" said Matt, barely paying attention. "Don't let me forget to meet James after school." "Whatever," he mumbled, putting full concentration on his collage. Mira looked at hers. It was cluttered with random pictures and sketches, unlike Matt's, which was neat and orderly. There were several pictures of her and James goofing off, and numerous sketches of various sorts. She had tried drawing her mech, The Death Angel, once or twice, but they never turned out good. She liked to draw faeries, angels and other sorts of mythical beings. She could remember once drawing a picture of an angel for James that had taken her 3 days. He still had it, too. ((Do we have last names? 'Cause it's kinda weird without one...))

Name: Angel Anderson ("Scarlet Angel") Age: 22 Description: long red hair w/ blonde highlights, blue eyes; wears a red tank top, black leather pants, black fingerless gloves Bio: She's one crazy woman. Abandoned by her family at the age of 14, she grew up alone and later joined the army. She's a tough chick and it takes a lot to get her down. Previous placements: Force XXI trials (whatever those are ^^') Weapon: handgun, throwing knives Philosophy: "Murder is as sweet as poisoned honey." (I have NO idea where that came from)

Mira snatched the pen from Matt and looked at him with annoyance. She muttered something about Mr. Tomodaru being a jerk as she pasted her collage together. "I'm gonna get him one of these days," she grumbled as each picture went smack onto the cardboard. "Give him a taste of his own medicine. Shove a grenade down his throat..." "What are you mumbling about?" Matt said. "Just that jerk Tomodaru. I swear, he has it in for me. He's gonna pay, just you wait and see." "What was your punishment this time? Detention again?" Matt asked, looking slightly curious. "Worse," said Mira, showing him her arm. "You know I hate knives." "Man, he really is a jerk," said Matt angrily.

"How many times have you been given detention for tardiness, Mira?" Mr. Tomodaru asked, glaring at her through his thick glasses. "I lost count, sir," she replied, looking embarrassed. "What am I going to do with you?" he said with a tone of annoyance. "Detention doesn't seem to have an effect on you." "I don't know, sir." Mr. Tomodaru sat pondering for a while as Mira impatiently fidgeted in her seat. Finally, a frightening look of curiousity spread across the old man's face. "Maybe pain is the only way to teach you a lesson." He pushed a button on his desk, and pulled from the drawer a razor-sharp dagger. "This is reserved for the most ignorant students." "Please, no, sir," said Mira, horrified (being very afraid of knives and such). "Give me your arm," said Mr. Tomodaru. Reluctantly, Mira held out her arm and looked away, afraid to watch as he slowly sliced a 2-inch line into her wrist. Blue blood began to seep from her skin. She didn't cry or scream, but clenched her teeth so tightly she feared they would break. "Next time it will be worse," Mr. Tomodaru said coldly. "Now go clean that up and get to class." After stopping at the nurse's office, Mira headed to art class, the only one she liked. It was an elective class, but she loved it. It was her only refuge, her only outlet of freedom. Mrs. Yokoshiira did NOT seem happy. "Late AGAIN???" she asked furiously. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Yokoshiira. I was in the library and-" "I don't want to hear any more of your excuses. Mr. Tomodaru-" "-has already given me my punishment," Mira interrupted, holding up her bandaged arm. "Very well then. Take your seat and continue your collage," said Mrs. Yokoshiira huffily.

((sorry, just realized this was starting ^^')) "Oh crap oh crap oh crap!!!" said Mira as she came running down the hallway, her black and red hair flapping behind her. "I can't be late for class AGAIN!!!" SMACK. She ran right into Mr. Tomodaru ((random name I came up with)). "Ah, hello again, Miss Mira," he said with a cold look in his eyes. "Late again, I see?" "Uh, sorry Mr. Tomodaru," she said hastily. "I was in the library-" "My office, please." "Great," Mira muttered, "Just my luck." Her grey eyes burned with anger at the old man, who'd always seemed to love giving Mira detention for her lack of common sense. [I]I can't help it if I'm such a ditz,[/I] she thought. [I]Aw, man. I was supposed to meet James at lunch. Why didn't I do that mech history paper yesterday like I was supposed to??[/I] ((do they have other non-mech related classes too?))