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[darrian5]

Today was just like one of those days. The kind of day when Darrian was forced to "work". He hated "work". All the work was the vice presidents job. He was the president. Therefore he should be doing nothing but, being on his butt all day watching tv or flirting with new students. But, noooo the vice president didn't get what he wanted done. He bet she did it for spite. So just because he did nothing and sat there all day doesn't mean he did nothing all day. He did things. Just not anything to do with school or the council. Darrian had to find some students and write down there powers.

Darrian hope these weren't any of the "crazy ones". He hoped he could get out of there as fast as possible and go on sleep. Darrian walked through the courtyard hoping to see one of the students he needed to register. Ashford was always a hard place to find students. They could be anywhere. Flying up in the sky. Or be right in front of you invisible. He should just nulify all powers in the area and done with it. Though, then he would get a ear full from his vice president. Seriously this was getting annoying. Next time he saw work on the president's table.

He would leave it and let the vice president do it cause that's what she was for.He then sat down on a bench and pick up a flower. He held up to his nose and smelled it. "Ahh, beauty. I hope see I at least pretty girl while I wait for these students do appear." Darrian said to himself with a grin.

[whirlwind]

Of course, if one Angelina Une had anything to say about it, the only ‘beauty’ the President would be seeing would be the beauty of a job well done. She snorted at the very thought, as she continued to track him down. She was very sure that he didn’t know what a job well done even was,along with the fact that he might just die, should she get him to actually work. However, she knew that that would be rather hard, all things considered, so it would probably end up indirectly avoiding his untimely demise. That said, she would probably end up frying him herself, since she was quite sure that he hadn’t so much as touched the paperwork she had left for him. It wasn’t that she had not done it on purpose, God no, she would have never been able to stand not doing her own work, but said documents were ones she couldn’t deal with herself; they specifically required the President’s signature, and she wasn’t about to forge it for him.

He needed to learn the value of an honest day’s work, and if he didn’t… so help her, Angelina was in no mood for him to skive off on his duties today. Well, she was never in the mood for that, but today was different; today was much worse. She had been dealing with students in this little movement called the ‘Battle Front,’ and she was quite well and truly irritated by this point. Needless to say, if Darrian hadn’t done his job, she was lible to burn something down – or possibly burn his face off. Pausing, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself. “Calm down,” she murmured to herself, her voice hitting at a pitch of a light alto. It was all sharp edges and cold emotion. She couldn’t afford to get angry, or she could very well lose her position with the Prefects, and that would simply have lead to more shame and sneering hate from her parents. That was something she wanted to avoid, especially if she wished to climb the ranks of the government. “Don’t get angry.”

Once she was sure she could face down Darrian Zenon, the King of All Slackers, without killing someone or something – probably Darrian himself – with fire or lighting, she continued on. Eventually, she found him in one of the courtyards. Schooling her expression, mahogany-colored eyes flashing with repressed fury, she approached him. “Mr. President,” she resisted the urge to sneer the title, “don’t you have work to be attending to? I just came from the Student Council room, and found myself surprised that you weren’t there, your work untouched. Was there perhaps a reason behind this? Possibly something more pressing than work for the well-being of this school?” Despite the fact that he was technically her superior, Angelina wasn’t one to take crap from anyone, and slacking off was something she considered crap. As such, her words hinted at the fact that, if what he was doing wasn’t more important than his work, she would be very hard pressed not to burn him to a crisp.

She wasn’t feared as the Lady of Azure Flame for nothing, after all.

[mccoy]

Darrian was not an easy person to find. Well, at least, not when he actually needed the brown haired charmer. But McCoy did feel a certain debt to him for being such a kind roommate, so he suffered through the searching, silently hoping the message he was carrying was worth the effort. He could have just waited until Darrian came back to the room later that night. But no, he'd rushed through the school to deliver the note.

Just when McCoy thought he'd looked everywhere the boy could be, he saw Lady Une. Ah oh. McCoy's eyes grew wide. He'd tried to stay under her radar, which wasn't exactly easy when you were roommates with the president of the student council. Still, she was the last person he needed attention from. Stories of her were legendary, and definitely not in a good way. McCoy began to take careful steps backward as she strolled closer. It occurred to him too late that she was nearing Darrian, the very person he needed to see.

McCoy glanced at the elaborately folded letter. It had a lipstick kiss on the back, which he was careful not to smudge, [apparently if he smudged it, the girl who sent it warned that Darrian would know he had opened it. He decided to avoid touching it because he didn't want lipstick on his hands, but he wouldn't have bothered to look anyway] and a script, handwritten 'to Darrian' on the front. Even by McCoy's overly analytical standards, the handwriting was beautiful. Maybe Darrian needed a little cheering up, since Lady Une seemed particularly displeased with him. She seemed upset that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Maybe...

"President Darrian!" McCoy rushed closer, presenting the letter. "Sorry to keep you waiting, here's the letter you were waiting for. Sorry it took so long.

[/color]" McCoy didn't dare look at Lady Une. He hardly dared to breath. Hopefully Darrian wouldn't call his bluff and make the attempt in vain. McCoy knew fully well Darrian had no prior knowledge of the letter- or, at least, the girl had implied he wouldn't expect it... But who knew? People weren't always honest with McCoy.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[darrian5]

Darrian was sooo not in the mood to see the vice president. Lady Une. Of course Darrian never called her that. He would call her "Angelina" or "Ang-Ang-chan". Though, the "Ang-Ang-chan" didn't go well...let's just say he has the "scars". She wasn't called "Crazy fire princess" for nothing. Oh yeah....she didn't know about that name yet. Darrian smiled when he saw the vice president came. More like a smirk."My Dear lady Angelina. It is always a pleasure to see such beauty bestowed upon my eyes. Ahh, such a great honor. Of course I was going to get to that work but, as you can see I am on a job (waves clip board).

Of course you know I would never ever try to take advantage of my most gracious vice president. I am honestly sorry if I have over worked you. For your great help and competency I reward you with a day off. Take a rest besides I know you have other prefect duties to attend too." Darrian said to using the "SMOLDER". The "SMOLDER" was Darrian's was one of Darrian's many facial expressions. He was known as the "Master model". The smolder was a mix of the "flirt face" and a "smirk"..plus the "puppy dog look". Darrian had mastery of them all. Though, he did let her off this day not for her sake For his. The faster she got out of here the faster his life is intacted. Darrian wasn't scared per say. She had fried him many times. He would never raise a hand aganist she knew that. It was more painful and comedic ....to others. Darrian looked in the back of him and saw a familar face. His roomate Mcoy. Nash Mcoy. He was Mcoy's roomate and they surprisingly got along great together. Though, this was the BEST thing Mcoy had ever done for him "Mcoy what are you doing here?...Why are you hiding your face from my vice president?..Are you and my vice....ex's?" Darrian asked. Okay..that was this first thought. Mostly because Darrian did the same thing whenever he was around his many...ex's in Ashford. Super powered girls...are THE WORST girls to date. They like....never forget.

Especially the one's with super memory... Darrian then recieved the letter from Mcoy A crush? A girl? Another one... Darrian recieved these like everyday. He threw them away like garbage..Well only the ugly girls. Though,lucky Ashford had a lot of good looking girls. Lady Une was one of them though, he didn't think there was a MAN NOR WOMAN on earth that take that could stress.. Darrian could barely take it and he was just her boss. He opened the letter. Okay appearently blah blah. She wanted him to meet her at a bench blah blah in the courtyard. Blah Blah Air Master Z. Bl- "WHAT?!" Darrian shouted out. Okay there two bad things happening over here. One that lady Une might think he's trying to date a girl..instead of working. TWO she might kill mcoy. Well appearently there's a three HOW DID THiS GIRL KNOW HE WAS A AIR MASTER?! Okay...only higher up prefects and other higher up enities new he was a air master. Lady Une knew because she knew for pretty long.

On the power list he forged...it says his power is "SUPER POWER KISSING AND FLIRTING. Extremely handsomer than a normal man". Obviously lady Une didn't see that yet.... She had been super busy. Anyways basicially that wasn't a known fact. Darrian didn't like anyone to know his powers... He prefered to look as human as possible. Darrian then looked at Mcoy and looked at Une.. He quickly using his air manipulation appeared in the back of Mcoy. Whsipering in his ear he said. "Who sent you this? Okay Mcoy. Two bad things here. One that girl is probably a super stalker...two lady une is going to fry us both. three I think it'll be a better idea if you leave like now. Four....If I die. Make sure I look really really good in my casket." Darrian then looked at Une. "It looks like a have some business to do here. So Angelina. Catch up on some rest".

[amelia]

Amelia sat on another bench a few feet away from a male. She was surrounded by perfects. It didn't seem like anybody else was about. She held her book in her hand, reading her book. She was getting to the good part, the prince was going to ask the maiden to marry him. Her eyes looked up from the book to see a woman, a perfect, storming over to the male that was sitting a few benches away from her. Talk about tough luck. She pulled the book up to her face again, thinking that maybe the male's girl friend was the female, and she should stay out of it to mind her own business. It was hard not to hear the comments that was taking place, she stayed quiet as the two of them talked. It was hard to read with them talking so loud. She sighed, shutting her book planning on moving to find another spot.

That was when she seen Nash walking over towards the other male as if in a rush. She knew the boy by McCoy, and it seemed the other male did also. She bit her lower lip when she heard the other males' comment. She wasn't sure if it was a letter or not, but she was about ready to find out. She was standing behind the two males and managed to hear something, now she was guessing but it sounded like the guy said something about frying and a casket. Her walked up from behind McCoy and tapped his shoulder. "Hey McCoy, what is going on?" She had come here to help, even if it meant her own grave. The other male seemed worried for some reason or another, now that she was closer she could see why. She had come here to find out what was going on, she'd stand up for McCoy if she believed he needed it.

[whirlwind]

Angelina was completely prepared to go into full-on tirade mode, in response to Darrien – no-one disrespected her in such a fashion and got away unscathed – when another boy appeared. Her glaring, critical mahogany gaze shifted to him, and inwardly she grinned in a feral manner, even as her ourward appearance remained coldly neutral. Short reddish brown hair, bright blue eyes, timid expression… a name came to mind from the Recruit Files she had gone through just the other night. McCoy, Nash McCoy. He was, apparently, still low-ranked and not very useful, but he was the dorm-mate of the King of All Slackers, so perhaps she could make him useful later. Only one eyebrow rose at the mention of a letter. Hm, must be another one of those hopeless, idiotic fangirls, she dismissed mentally, able to quite easily see through the ruse the timid boy attempted to put on. Ignoring the stab of jealousy, for she knew no woman would ever have her, as if she had time for such anyways, the brunette Second in Command of the Prefects returned her gaze to Darrien, waiting for him to diffuse the ruse, and further dig his own grave.

As Darrien continued to rattle on and on, her glare grew steadily darker, sparks of azure flame leaping between her fingers. This was why she had become known as the Lady of Azure Flame – her fire, unlike any others who could control it, was blue, and thus much stronger, and burn much hotter than normal fire. When that was coupled with her mastery of a few different martial-arts… there was hardly anyone at Ashford who could so much as lay a hand on her in a fight, let alone beat her. And then, the Emperor of Fools assumed that she and McCoy had previously been in a relationship, and then broken up, hence why the timid boy was trying to hide from her. Her expression, which had previously been kept carefully neutral, morphed into a snarl as quickly as a flame burst into life in the palm of her right hand, which she only just resisted the urge to use to burn Darrien’s head off. “Zenon,” and she dropped all pretense of formality, “if you ever so much as insinuate such a thing again, I WILL kill you.”

Her voice, much like her flame, and yet also contrary to it, was so cold that it burned. Then he hid behind McCoy, and tried to bullshit his way out of getting on her bad side. Too bad for him that he’d already done that. “If that letter happens to be from a female, Zenon, and you even think of shirking your work and responsibilities to date her… You will be dead so fast the only thing left will be a scorch mark on the floor.” And as her rage continued to boil, the flame in her hands quickly morphed into cracking electricity. Ah, lightning – her favorite way of killing people. They did scream so nicely while being electrocuted to death… And then, causing to make her anger abate with sheer surprise for a moment, a female appeared, obviously to aid McCoy if need be. Alright, so she’d just need to kill all three of them… Especially since Darrian was continuing to give her headache with his complete and utter ranting of nonsense.

((OOC: Oh God, sorry guys... Life... kinda ate me alive for awhile there...))