Nanako hadn't slept a wink, tossing and turning all night, reliving the disastrous ending to Mariko's birthday party. Visions of her friend weeping, the words of her desperate threats sent chills running through her, and every time she closed her eyes, she could practically feel the wind rushing past her ear, the cold edge of St. Juste's knife.

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Hello, laconblade, how are you? There are just a few quick things I want to say.

1) The rules in the userlookup have been slightly clarified and expanded on. Because I have inevitably missed something and/or made some sort of stupid decision, please do comment if you have any questions or objections ( Read more... )

There was a new kid standing in the end of the hallway. He looked outside of the window to courtyard where the other kids run in a hurry completing their morning activities. He constantly kept looking up to the sky where the sun was hiding behind the clouds, wishing that it wouldn't start raining again like it did yesterday. As the sun occasionally ( Read more... )

Late night was not a time that Rosemariné was particularly fond of. One might expect him to enjoy the quiet and calm that it brought, which he certainly did, but when work forced him to stay up for hours after dark, he began to get uneasy. He had forgotten his childhood fears of monsters long ago (after forcing Jules to sleep in his bed for a week ( Read more... )

Auguste Beau rarely had occasion to stroll the campus of his old school ( Read more... )

Every time Marion passed by that particular hallway, the very hallway where he encountered the infamous Gilbert Cocteau, he would inevitably recall the embarrassing encounter. The experience was still so vivid and clear in his mind that he would grit his teeth and clutch anything he had in hand every time he passed by.

Gilbert hasn't won yet, he ( Read more... )

The first week in the new school he transferred in was both enjoyable and weird. Enjoyable because there were so many cool kids to play with, weird because he swore some upperclassmen stared at his... ahem, rear end when he wasn't looking. He quickly became friends with Sam Houston, someone a few months younger than him and looked like he was some ( Read more... )

Here are two astonishing facts: Gilbert Cocteau was standing outside the door of one of Lacombrade's classrooms, and he was holding, of all things, a tattered, Latin textbook ( Read more... )

It was what most would call a normal day, although Jules found it a bit abnormal, really, since for him a normal day involved keeping certain blondes from murder and/or suicide. Today, however, Jules has actually had time to make tea, pick out a book, and stretch out on a couch without any drama happening. It was... rather disturbing, actually. He ( Read more... )

Another letter, another dosage of the same lines. That's what he thought as he ripped the letter that had recently arrived, just like he had done so many times before. Another trip with her new husband, another query on whether he'd like to join them... Really, he was staring to wonder if she thought he was some sort of idiot. With a frustrated ( Read more... )