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The middle-aged man stood at the front of a small group of teenagers in the otherwise empty gymnasium. Entrance ceremonies at the Simmons School of Rebirth were rarely a crowded affair with various groups of students being filtered into the school all throughout the year. This bunch looked more or less like any other to him. Two athletic-looking youths - one black and one white, a lithe girl with tanned skin and died orange hair, a male youth with real orange hair, a "pretty boy" with blonde accents to his styled brown hair and too many piercings, an ethnically ambiguous young woman with bright blue eyes, un unattractive young thing with a blotchy birthmark across her face and a pudgy boy with missing eyebrows.
This group may not look cohesive, but they did more or less look like any other teenager. The man new better though, he'd read their transcripts. Drugs, prostitution, violence, laziness and ineptness. This group of youths were as broken, pathetic or just plain sinful as the rest of the students when they first arrived at the school. It was his job to turn them around and lead them to lives of health and productivity. It was often a hard job.
"My name is Mr. Moralis and I am one of this schools guidance councillors." He began, repressing a sigh as he essentially gave a rendition of the same introduction he'd give a hundred times. "From this day out you will form a support group, although you may take different classes or even make different friends you will regularly see me together as a group. I'm not going to beat around the bush, you don't end up at this school unless you've got some sort of troubled background. I'm not going to disclose your personal information, but if you share it during group sessions that is your business. You have all received a package detailing where your dorms are located, what your classes are and where to find them." Moralis stopped briefly, resisting the urge to scald the girl with the dyed hair as she yawned. "Whilst you are here you will be expected to behave and display discip-"
The man suddenly stopped speaking. His expression went blank.
"You awake?" one of the assembled group prodded.
"Yes. I am awake." A strange, dreary voice responded. The voice was that of Mr. Moralis but it was different too.
"Mr. Moralis?" one of his charges questioned
"I'm not the one you call Moralis." The strange, emotionless voice responded. Some of the group looked concerned, others annoyed but most did not know how to react.
"Well who the hell are you then?" an indignant voice called
"Who am I? I am Heartseed… I guess. Yes that could be my name."
"What?"
"Just listen." The monotone voice continued "I find this little group… interesting. So I'm going to spice up your lives a little to keep myself amused. Some strange things are going to start to happen. I recommend you try to just keep going with your lives. That is all."
Mr. Moralis' expression returned mostly to normal.
"Uh… that's all for now." He hurriedly left the room.
This group may not look cohesive, but they did more or less look like any other teenager. The man new better though, he'd read their transcripts. Drugs, prostitution, violence, laziness and ineptness. This group of youths were as broken, pathetic or just plain sinful as the rest of the students when they first arrived at the school. It was his job to turn them around and lead them to lives of health and productivity. It was often a hard job.
"My name is Mr. Moralis and I am one of this schools guidance councillors." He began, repressing a sigh as he essentially gave a rendition of the same introduction he'd give a hundred times. "From this day out you will form a support group, although you may take different classes or even make different friends you will regularly see me together as a group. I'm not going to beat around the bush, you don't end up at this school unless you've got some sort of troubled background. I'm not going to disclose your personal information, but if you share it during group sessions that is your business. You have all received a package detailing where your dorms are located, what your classes are and where to find them." Moralis stopped briefly, resisting the urge to scald the girl with the dyed hair as she yawned. "Whilst you are here you will be expected to behave and display discip-"
The man suddenly stopped speaking. His expression went blank.
"You awake?" one of the assembled group prodded.
"Yes. I am awake." A strange, dreary voice responded. The voice was that of Mr. Moralis but it was different too.
"Mr. Moralis?" one of his charges questioned
"I'm not the one you call Moralis." The strange, emotionless voice responded. Some of the group looked concerned, others annoyed but most did not know how to react.
"Well who the hell are you then?" an indignant voice called
"Who am I? I am Heartseed… I guess. Yes that could be my name."
"What?"
"Just listen." The monotone voice continued "I find this little group… interesting. So I'm going to spice up your lives a little to keep myself amused. Some strange things are going to start to happen. I recommend you try to just keep going with your lives. That is all."
Mr. Moralis' expression returned mostly to normal.
"Uh… that's all for now." He hurriedly left the room.
Information
During this chapter, characters will switch bodies with each other over a period of a few days. This can happen whenever you choose, although if nobody gets too it quick enough I might start throwing it at you.
You're free to explore the school as you wish, but sooner or later Heartseed's game will affect everyone. If you have any questions feel free to PM me or let me know in the OOC.
You're free to explore the school as you wish, but sooner or later Heartseed's game will affect everyone. If you have any questions feel free to PM me or let me know in the OOC.
Accepted Players
I'll fill this out later, too lazy right now.
- gimmepie as ???