"Umm...Hi!" Akou says.

"Small class," Kris mumbled and sat down in the back of the middle row.

Akou smiled, "Akou."

She scanned the classroom fearfully, then sprinted over to Kris. She dropped the thing she had been so protectively grabbing, a small capsual onto the open desk, and panting hard she whispered, 'Take care of it, hide it! And above all, don't let it fall into the hands of the Albanian Mafia!"

So saying, she dashed out of the classroom again, pausing to shoot the clasp of the window so it fell shut wiht a crash.

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"I don't want to know," Kris mumbled.

The window opened again, and a rather fat man wearing a blobby hat and likewise holding a machinegun jumped in to the room. He too gazed across the bemused faces of the students, then dashed over to Kris's desk and snatched up the capsule with a pudgy hand. "Ah hah!" he cried triumphantly.

Kris just shook her head. "Why did i chose this school?"

/BIC

The crazed woman straightened up. "I could have taken care of it," she told the girl rufully. "And just what are you doing to that corpse? This isn't sex education, you know. This is English. And speaking of that . . . I'm here to teach you! Now what are your names?"

She beamed at the classroom.

Seeing a dead body, Aphrodite walked casually over to it and studied it, seeing what happened.

Bored of that, a few seconds later, Aphrodite sat down, and finally noticed the teacher. "Uhh..." was all she could say, unsure of what was going on.

No one seemed to be responding. Were they all zombies, like that time in 1B? Hmm . . . she knew she had silver bullets somewhere . . .

But no, one of them moved, as another student entered the classroom. They were alive, if only barely. And they weren't rotting, that was a good sign!

"Names, anyone?" she asked once again. She smiled, cheerily, psychoticly. She spun around to someone in the back of the room . . . one of the students scribbling away furiously. She walks to them and asks, half-politely, half growling. "What's your name? Don't tell me you forgot!" Playfully, she taps the student on the head. Forgetting, that at the time, she is holding a gun. It goes off, and hits a lightbulb, missing the student by inches.

Nero asked, looking past her and seeming to notice the shattered lightbulb and bullet for the first time. She wasn't scared, having seen and been threatened by too much already in her life, but she did unconsicously tugged her deep purple sweater down to make sure the bruises on her arm were covered.

(OOC: slight hints to my characters dark past there..more will be revealed...)

"I," the woman announced, pompusly, with a wide gesturing of the arms, "Am Ms. Astor, your English teacher! I -will- warn you, I have quite a reputation for being strict in the educational community! I handle troublemakers with an iron fist - I generally won't stoop so low as to using the racks down in the sub-basement - but keep your guards up. Detention comes swiftly to those who disobey the regulations put in the 'rules - read first' section of the school! And might I remind you the forbidden forest is also out of bounds this year- um, anyway!" She walked away from Nero and to the front of the class. "So, we will begin! This year, our first assignment is a little different that the previous years, in the light that we're not allowed to go to the nuclear power plant. However, we have something just as interesting to do! We're going to write about our futures - an in-class essay! How's that?" She smiled broadly, ignoring the groans.

"Well, maybe we can just talk about them. The sky's the limit on what you can do, you know. I've sent students to medical school (mainly as cadavers) art school (mainly as statues) and even to millitary school - where I myself went as a child! So, where do YOU want to go?"

She gave the teacher a long measuring look. She wondered when the school had started allowing guns. If they allowed this then no telling what they allowed. Who knew if a vampire or werewolf lurked the halls or enemy mofia groups hide in lockers. She doubted that , but you never knew. It was always better to play it safe than be careless and die in some dark hallway.

Edit: I forgot to actually post anything. Whoops! o///o'

"Well, now the class appears to be both nameless AND futureless! That does indeed save a lot of time," she exclaimed. "No need teaching you any skills for the real world. We can just skip right to the fun stuff!" She looked around the room. "Oh, speaking of which, would someone move this body? I'm afraid the girl with the broken desk will trip over it." She turned to Kris. "And what IS your name? I'm afraid girl-with-the-broken-desk is a bit of a mouthful."

She looked sceptically at the body not wishing to touch it

Not bothering to ask futher questions, she walked over to the body and dragged it over to where it was out of the way and then took a seat. She normally wasn't shy, but this was her first day and she didn't know anyone. She sat down at an empty desk and took out her book. If the first thing she saw was a body...somthing told her this place would be...different. She wasn't sure weather to be excited or nervous about that.

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