The Rose Thorn Acadamey

Elesa didn't know what to say to this, so she just nodded and continued walking, finally making it to her practice. " Well here we are. It was nice talking to you." she said and was automatically yelled at by my instructor. "Elesa! You are late. Get over here now or else spend another day in the detention rooms." "So yeah. Later." she mumbled then turned to stalk off to another boring practice time.

James followed a few steps then stopped and sat on the ground, intent on watching. He sat criss crossed and watched.

daughteroflight wrote:Ember let out a pitiful sigh as she looked at the many daggers. She sometimes hated going through her class, because everytime she just looked at a dagger, she felt drawn to bring the blade across her soft skin. She barely got through the class last time. With another sigh, she picked her daggers and began to practice throwing them at the distant target.

(wow, i got off track with this. let's see...)
Ember got sick of practicing with her daggers. They just seemed to taunt her everytime she looked at them, mocking her more and more. "I need to get some air," she said to herself, walking out of the room.

Name:Azriel
Age:18
Gender:male
Behavior problem:anger problems
Class:archery
Rank(1-4):3
Good or bad?:bad, but turns good later.
Image:

Azriel let loose arrow after arrow, artfully hitting all of his targets. He couldn't wait for the final test that would make him a 4th rank.

The instructors yelled out directions. "Heart." Elesa picked up her pistol, aimed it quickly, and shot the straw dummy right on the heart area. "Head." She turned and shot the head, right between the eyes. "Liver." Same thing, same perfect bullseye. They yelled out other body parts and Elesa was turning here and there, aiming perfectly.
She had to take it down a notch though, the last thing she wanted was to be thrown into class 4 with all the other people who always bullied her. Instructor said "Heart." again and she aimed, missing the heart by a half-inch. She looked at him and said "Oops", smiling innocently.

James snorted, knowing perfectly well what the girl was up to. He wondered why exactly she'd do so. He sat up a bit straighter and watched every, slightly impressed.

Ember heard the sound of gun shots and someone shouting areas of the body. Sounds like someone's having shooting practice. A little curious, she went to the corner of the wall and leaned against it as she watched the scene.

Elesa kept shooting, hitting her target and messing up every once in a while. She loved the feeling she got when she hit it perfectly. It was... exhilarating.
The instructor called out for a small break time, and she ran over to sit on the ground.
She saw the level 4 kids walk by, and grimaced,her face darkening. Man, she sure did hate those guys. She glared at them, getting ready for a fight as they came closer.

Ember noticed the level 4 kids and shrunk back a little. She hated getting involved around people who thought bullying was cool. Wouldn't I just love to throw one of my daggers at them.

Azriel's archery instructor finnaly sounded the whislte for them to stop and he went over to the wall and laid back against it. His bow was laid across his lap, and he sat his arrows beside him. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, looking very much like a archer from medival times with his chin lentgh dirty blond hair. He enjoyed the rare warmth of the sun.

James got into a half crouch positon, but stayed where he was, watching intently. He felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise, and James wasn't one that ignored his instincts. The level fours were thinking of something.

"Well, look who the dog dragged in." spit one of them. "Stupid little rich girl, what do you think you're doing invading OUR practice arena?" Elesa stiffened. Yeah, her parents may have been rich, but they didn't want anything to do with her.
"Well it's MY practice arena now. Back off and get a life." Elesa growled. Then she saw the James guy out of the corner of her eye, what was he doing here? She didn't even know he was watching...

James stood and nonchallently moved towards them, his walk light and graceful. He went to stand behind Elesa. "Is that any way to talk to a lady?" His blue eyes darkend, almost looking like the darkness at the bottom of the ocean.

Ember watched the level fours do what they normally did, and she rolled her eyes at how stupid they were. Nothing but a bunch of jerks. Every last one of them. She felt like going to the other girl and help defend her from the level fours. Not that she even knew the person, but she hated seeing others get bullied.

Azriel opend his eyes at the sound of an argument. He then looked over to see a girl. "I wouldn't get in the middle of that if I were you." He watched as a level four, James, went to the girl's aid. "James will help her."

Elesa could see the bullies getting ready to kick her butt again, when all of a sudden James stepped in. "Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered. No one had ever stood up for her before, and it caught her completely by surprise.

Ember almost jumped when she heard him. "I guess. I just hate when the level fours think they can be such jerks to others in the lower ranks."

James gave a lazy smile, his posture was relaxed, but anyone that knew him should know better then to think he was. His eyes staid almost black. "Why putting some trash back in its place is all."

Azriel shrugged. "Does the school care? No. They only care about the level fours 'cause they're the ones that are clean and careful when sent on missions."

Ember looked at him. "I'd like to show them how clean and careful I can be. Put the level fours in their place." She'd trained herself to be good enough and deadly with her daggers, but she performed less than her best just so she wouldn't end up in the level four group.

Elesa just stared at him. Why was he doing this? He barely even knew her. "Just, be careful." she whispered quietly.

Shaw walked out of the detention cell and outside. He squinted at the sun and made his way to a table and sat down. Leaning back, he watched the clouds, not really have much to do.

Kaden stalked out of training and into the gym. She headed to bag, put on some gloves, and began to beat and kick the tar out of it. She was mad. Why didn't she ever get a good sparring partner?

Name: Ethan
Age:19
Gender:Male
Behavior problem:Too loud
Class:Martial Arts
Rank(1-4):3
Good or bad?:Good
Image: Don't have a picture but he has a short blue mohawk, a few tattoos and is really fit

Ethan watched the girl. She was soooo pissed, punching that bag to smithereens. He wasn't afraid to talk to people, so he walked right up to her and said"Hey! Wanna do a practice fight?"

Kaden stopped punching the bag and looked the guy over. He was...sexy. And it took a lot for Kaden to think that about someone. "Only if you don't take it easy on me."

Ethan stared at her for a while then said, " Nope I'm not the type to go easy on someone." This girl had guts. He liked that.

Kaden nodded, took off the gloves and moved onto the mats, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet, ready for an attack. This could be fun, sparring with a hot guy.