M'lord Hamlet? Lord Horatio? Dost either of thee know what has happened to my sister? *worries* I fear she has gone mad again, and I know not why. I doth not want to lose her again.

Older students are allowed to roam until the bell, but ninth-graders are herded into the auditorium. We fall into clans: Jocks, Country Clubbers, Idiot Savants, Cheerleaders, Human Waste, Eurotrash, Future Fascists of America, Big Hair Chix, the Marthas, Suffering Artists, Thespians, Goths, Shredders. I am clanless. I wasted the last weeks of ( Read more... )

*music plays* ... I see a little silhouetto of a man scaramouche scaramouche ( Read more... )

Hello, bonjour, guten tag, привет, ciao, het hallo, oi, hei, konnichiwa, 喂., czesc, jambo, hola!

Most know me as The Mad Hatter, but I suppose since you all have names, I must as well (aren't we all the same?). For now, I'll go by Edward Crittenden. He however, does not go by me, as I've yet to see him on the streets passing by me to give a short ( Read more... )

Hello, hello ( Read more... )

*HOOT HOOT HOOT*

*BLINK*

*FLAILS WINGS*


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*jumps up on a table* Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him ( Read more... )

*steps in and looks around nervously*

...?
......!

*smiles brightly*

Wanted: One competent murderer. Report at once.

*is, y'know, alive. also quite dazed ( Read more... )