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An older teenage stood at the steps of Hex Hall, a boarding school for troublemakers. The teenager was a girl with shockingly white hair and silver eyes, her figure boyish despite her age. She wore a long sleeved shirt with black and white stripes down the sleeves, a bloody skull smack in the center of her shirt.
Another school, another disaster soon to follow. She thought, gently rubbing the inside of her left wrist without thought. A tall man stood behind her, a briefcase with a small tag at the top with a single name, "Storm". The man behind her was the case worker she had been unwillingly assigned, a cruel look on his face that said "If you were my kid this would've been the first place you went to."

Storm had been to twenty-three schools since her parents died eight years ago, never staying more then a year at a single one. Hex Hall was the very last school that would accept her because of her track record, a very large folder full of running away, violence, and destruction of property. Putting the thoughts of the past in the back of her head, she walked up the stone steps to the grand entrance.

A woman stood at the top, the windows of the grand building looking down upon her. I wonder how many people are watching me now. she thought, the woman's voice breaking her out of her trance. "Welcome to Hex Hall, May your stay turn you into a better person." She stated in a husky voice, spreading her arms out wide. "Well it certainly did make you one." Storm couldn't resist saying, earning her a viscious glare from the woman.

Zoe grinned form where she sat at the window seal, seeing the new girl setting the principle Florence's glare. She had been stuck at the school for the past year, mainly because she kept getting into fights at school and as far as everyone knew, she was a he. She preferred it that way, she earned her respect at this school. It had all started after the demon woke up in her body and their souls mixed together, turning her whole world over, she went form the shy girl hiding in the back of the room to the kid who will cuss out a teacher in a heart beat and fight any kid that has a bone with her. Though, she still had her kind self in her heart, but she saves it for her close friends and, if she had one, girlfriend or boyfriend.

She got off the window seal and walked to the front door, a sucker in her mouth. "Welcome to Hell, where the students will wipe you into shape faster than the teachers." She said with a grin and earning a glare form the principle. She walked over to the girl, holding out a hand to her. "Zane Faye." She said. She wore a simple black t-shirt that was a bit baggy and some worn out jeans. On her shirt was a band name on it "Hollywood Undead" it read, one of her favorite bands.

Storm rolled her eyes at the rest of the principals speech, more interested with the guy that had appeared from behind the tall doors. She briefly looked at his hand before taking it politely, pushing some of the hair out of her own face. "Storm Herdale." She said simply, glancing at the guy's t-shirt. "Nice shirt." Storm added, nodding at the shirt.

The principal had stood there the entire time, a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, now you have learned the name of one of our most, troubled, student." The principal said, rolling her eyes a bit as well. "It's time to get you situated. Zane, since you willingly came to greet our newest student, you can show her to her dorm." She said, handing him a key with the number thirteen on it and walking back inside the doors. Storm looked back at her case worker, nodding that he could go now. He left without a second glance in her direction, getting in his black car and driving off.

"Well, I guess that's all Ms. Priss has for a greeting committee." Storm joked, trying to lighten the mood up a bit. It was pretty chilly outside but she didn't notice, her breath coming out in puffs of smoke.

Zoe thanked her for the comment on her shirt, "One of the few good musicians left in this world." She mumbled. She grinned at the principals remake on her. She put her hand to her chest, over her should with a movked look of joy. "Oh, you flatter me, Princ!" She said with a small chuckle. She caught the key with ease and looked at Storm as the caseworker gut drove away.

She nodded and grinned. "Half the kids at this hell hole hate each other. Just follow me, your dorm ain't far form mine." She said, walking into the building. There weren't any other kids in the room, mainly because they stayed in their dorms on Saturday's. Zoe's dorm room was twelve, the one across the hal form Storm's. "So, what got you caught in here?"

"Thanks." Storm smiled, pushing her bangs out of her hair again. She looked around the main entrance in awe, never having been in a school with it's own foyer before. She stopped at her door, the one right across from Zane's, and turned towards him when he asked what had got her in here. "The ujj, destruction of property and violence mainly." Storm said with a shrug, holding her hand out for her key.

Zane handed her key and nodded. "If you don't be careful, they guys here will take advantage of you. There aren't a lot of girls here, most dress as guys to protect themselves. Some are good at it most are not." She warned before turning and opening up her door.

(Sorry I've been out of town and didn't have access to a computer or my cell.)
"Don't worry, I can handle myself just fine." She replied, her mouth slightly upturned at his interest in protecting her. Storm turned around and opened her door, the bag on her back slamming slightly against her shoulder blades, and walked in. She left the door slightly cracked so she could her outside and sat on the single bed in the room, closing her eyes and calming herself.

(Its alright. )
Zoe went into her room, closing the door and sitting on her bed. Her room was cluttered with papers and books and a couple pairs of headphones. She still held on to her artist side and so her room seem to never be organized like it should be.

(Lol you're going back and fourth from Zane to Zoe. xD)

Storm set her stuff on the floor next to the bed, careful not to damage anything in there. She glanced around the room, deciding what to put where once she got her stuff out. Going through her bag, she brought out a small lava lamp, the color of the lava an icy blue instead of red or orange. She put it on the single windowsill in her room, smiling slightly to herself. She wet back over to her bag and got a notebook out, the pages worn and the spine falling apart. Storm put the notebook under her pillow, wary of the people here and if they ever went in other people's rooms.

After all her stuff was out of her small bag she rolled her sleeves up, almost positive that people would not enter her room without asking first.

(I seem to do that a lot. xD)

Zoe had grown use to the school and knew that the rest of the kids weren't stupid enough to go into anyone else's room without permission, no one knew what everyone else had in their rooms. Zoe kept a steel bat and three knives in her room, the bat was easy to see but each knife was well hidden. The rest of her room was just a mess. She picked up her notebook where she was still writing her newest story.

Storm looked at her scarred wrists and sighed, laying back on the bed. She didn't feel like exploring just yet, and didn't want to meet any of the other kids yet. "I hope I don't screw things up again." She mumbled to herself, dangling her head over the edge of the bed. Her shockingly white hair tumbled down her face, some of it handing over her eye still. She brought her arm over her face and started counting her scars again, like she did every time she was bored.

(Hey, shouldn't we think of more on what to do with the rp? Just so it doesn't go dead. And I can't think of a lot for a reply. )

(Ok, lets start a PM and talk about it.)

Zoe decided that since there was nothing better to do, she got off her lazy ass and went over to Storm's dorm door. She knocked on it, and waited for Storm answered. She thought it would be a good idea to show her around so she didn't get lost when Monday rolled around.

Storm sat up on the bed and looked at the door, surprised that someone would be knocking. "Come in." She exclaimed, scooting against the wall and crossing her legs. Her sleeves were still rolled up and her scars were visible from the doorway, most of them an ugly color against her pale skin.

Zoe opened up the door and stepped inside, but didn't go far form the doorway. She cleared her throat before she said, "I thought you would like a tour around the school. If you get lost once in this school, every single bully here will hold it against you for the rest of your days here." She said with a shrug.

"Mhmk." Storm said, getting up from where she was sitting against the wall on her bed. "Lets go." She added, rubbing her arm and realizing she forgot to roll down her sleeves. She rolled them down to where they were covering her scars and stepped into the hallway, hoping that Zane hadn't seen them

Zoe had seen them but she felt that it was best not to bring them up. Whatever caused them for Storm, was her business, not Zoe's. "Alright, where would you like to see first?" She asked, stepping out into the hallway.

"Is there a library?" Storm asked, hoping there was. She always had a soft spot for books of any kind, especially ones about powers and weather. Over the years she had never found a book with anything that told her anything about her powers, or anything that told her if anyone else had the same problem she did.

Zoe thought for a moment then nodded. "Yeah, just follow me." She said then started walking towards the library. It wasn't a very large one but it was good enough. Zoe liked to go there sometimes when she couldn't think of anything to draw and was bored.