Post by fatefuldestiny on Oct 10, 2011 8:05:54 GMT -5
Next period's bell was about to ring. A few stranglers ran through the halls, their papers flying about, as they tried to get to their classes before they're marked late.
BRRRRRRING!
Some sighed heavily and others scuffed their feet, once again late. The halls empty as classes all throughout the school begin. Down one yellow hallway, a set of double-doors stand erect. They are suddenly burst open from within and out steps a student. This student must certainly be excused as he is brand new here, having just arrived from London, England. You see, this student was a part of the new Foreign Exchange Program the school had begun.
Grell Sutcliff touched his ear-length, flaming red hair. He was seriously considering growing it out. Longer, definitely longer; but how long should he grow it to? His hand fell lightly to the sickle strapped to his waist. An intern's Death Scythe. It was pathetic. Grell couldn't wait until he graduated. He had incredibly high marks, so it shouldn't be too far away; but the Dispatch Society decided to send him here to explore under the guise of a student exchange program. He wore a red shirt with a black vest and had a red-and-white-striped ribbon tied in a bow hanging off his neck, off-center. His startling green eyes were protected by typical, black glasses. Another reason Grell wanted to graduate, shinigami get their own customized glasses; he wanted them in red, of course.
Grell began to walk down one of the many hallways of the school, glancing at his schedule the school staff had sent him. After a while of walking, he found the proper classroom and threw the door open. The dramatic shinigami was instantly met with silence. He walked right up to the professor and handed them his schedule for reference.
BRRRRRRING!
Some sighed heavily and others scuffed their feet, once again late. The halls empty as classes all throughout the school begin. Down one yellow hallway, a set of double-doors stand erect. They are suddenly burst open from within and out steps a student. This student must certainly be excused as he is brand new here, having just arrived from London, England. You see, this student was a part of the new Foreign Exchange Program the school had begun.
Grell Sutcliff touched his ear-length, flaming red hair. He was seriously considering growing it out. Longer, definitely longer; but how long should he grow it to? His hand fell lightly to the sickle strapped to his waist. An intern's Death Scythe. It was pathetic. Grell couldn't wait until he graduated. He had incredibly high marks, so it shouldn't be too far away; but the Dispatch Society decided to send him here to explore under the guise of a student exchange program. He wore a red shirt with a black vest and had a red-and-white-striped ribbon tied in a bow hanging off his neck, off-center. His startling green eyes were protected by typical, black glasses. Another reason Grell wanted to graduate, shinigami get their own customized glasses; he wanted them in red, of course.
Grell began to walk down one of the many hallways of the school, glancing at his schedule the school staff had sent him. After a while of walking, he found the proper classroom and threw the door open. The dramatic shinigami was instantly met with silence. He walked right up to the professor and handed them his schedule for reference.