Avoiding the Issue(OPEN)

If you wanted to get technical, skipping classes was bad. Not you just killed someone bad, but generally frowned upon. Helena was somewhat of a goody-two-shoes; she turned in work on time, followed rules, and didn’t pick fights…usually. She had never skipped another class before, but what do you expect? It was athletics . Helena was skilled in many things, but she simply was not athletic. She couldn’t dodge, catch, throw, or anything else of the sorts. She had never mastered the art of hand-eye coordination. Actually, whenever a ball was thrown at her she tended to flinch. Besides, she was allergic to teamwork.

Therefore, when the bell rang Helena did the only thing she could do – dodge into the prop room and hope she wouldn’t be caught. Knowing her luck, the chance of getting away without any trouble was iffy at best. However, when it came down to it, a lifetime worth of detention would be worth getting out of this class for a day. With the grace of a one-eyed dog on fire, Helena headed toward the back corner of the room. It was there that a large dusty table sat. She figured that hiding under there would give her some shelter. At least enough that she would have time to slip away before getting caught.

Though, like many other somewhat thought out plans it didn’t happen that way. No, instead Helena heard a noise right outside the door. She jumped and managed to crash into a bookshelf, knocking a vase onto the floor. Luckily, the vase was metal. However, it did make a loud CLANK! as it hit the floor. Helena, being such a level-headed person, ducked behind a rather large box.

Now, Helena’s mind was going off about how she would get caught and whatnot. It didn’t even occur to her that she, being a phantom, could have simply teleported out of the room or at least disappear for five minutes. You might think that it would, considering she had lived with the condition for several years now. Yet when the door opened, Helena was still hiding behind the box only three feet from her original goal: the table. Her only source of camouflage was dark blue hair which matched the costumes behind her. A voice in the back of her head reminded her she had powers, but it wasn’t like Helena listened.

Did she ever?

(Hope you don't mind =) )

Drama class had just ended when Mephisto walked out, both his arms and legs were sore, his backpack lazily hanging from his shoulder. He yawned and scratched his head- not very attractive for a prince to do, he would've gotten lectured by now, but no one cared and that was great, cause Mephisto could now get away with yawning, even burping.

It had been about a week now, since Mephisto had join Masquerade. He was still adjusting to human life, a normal life. Learning to act human was harder than he thought, there were things he couldn't do in front of them, and there were things he couldn't tell them. It'll probably just freak them out anyways, knowing that a devil is among them.

Walking along the corridors of the drama building, Mephisto stopped in front of a door that had 'Prop Room' labeled on it. He felt something on the other side of the door, but thought nothing of it. There were many strange beings attending this school already, so he wasn't surprised. While standing in front of the door, Mephisto suddenly heard strange noise coming from inside, and then all of a sudden he heard a 'CLANK'. Mephisto took a step back and looked around. It seem no one had notice the loud noise from inside. Curious as to what was happening on the other side, Mephisto opened the door and walked inside.

The room was dark, but the light from outside kept the prop room slightly lit. There was a table in the middle of the room mixed with a few other objects. On the ground, Mephisto finally saw what made the loud noise, a metal vase. Mephisto walked up to it and knelt before it, he picked it up and sat it right up. He looked around the room, using his devil eyes to scan the surrounding, he couldn't see anyone, but he sensed something near.

"Phantom..." Mephisto whispered to himself.

Draydinn was walking out of Drama Class. Sighing, he walked down the hallway, thinking about that kid with the pointy ears. Isaak. Without realizing it, Draydinn had been following that strange kid with spiky hair down the hallway. He had stopped in front of a door, peering up at the door label. Squinting his eyes, Draydinn saw that the door label said 'Prop Room'.

You'd think the Prop Room would be inside a class room or the theatre, not a few doors down from the classes. Draydinn sighed and slowly started walking towards the spiky haired kid and the door. Freaky weird arts school.

All of a sudden Draydinn stopped. He had just heard a loud 'CLANK' sound coming from behind the door, and the spiky haired kid walked in. Almost like he was determined to find the source of the sound. Draydinn decided it would be a great idea to follow the spiky haired kid. Maybe we'll find two kids making out or something. Catch them in the act! Draydinn laughed silently to himself. He had always wanted to do that to someone. Make them feel real awkward as they slowly realize that someone is watching them during their romantic endeavors.

There was a little bit of light inside the props room. A large table sat in the middle of the room, and some other things adorned the walls and the table. On the ground was a metal vase. The spiky haired kid went to go pick it up, sat it up right, and then whispered something to himself.

Is it normal for props to fall down in props rooms when no one is in here? Draydinn felt a little freaked out, but he didn't want to leave at the same time. What if this school is haunted! Draydinn couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He covered his mouth quickly though, attempting to block off any more sound escaping from his mouth, even though it was already too late.