hallways

@ʲ⁰³ ; zhou jieqiong 'Things to talk about, she's such a waste of time.' Jeongyeon thought to herself while walking up to the upper floor to wander around as the angelic student told her they had to talk later, after their class. The demon won't leave the academy unless she has to do a resignation letter but the student thought that she is here to hurt or kill a student, silly. After she wanders around, Jeongyeon went back to her desk and leans against the chair, watching Netflix on her laptop for her pass time.

After class, the students went out of their classroom and went home before Jeongyeon walks inside the empty classroom with her feminine suit on and waits for angelic student to walk across the hallways. As the demon felt her presence, she opened the door and quickly drags her inside the empty room then she leans against the wall, crossing her arms while looking coldly at her. "Now, talk." she told the student, "I have more work to do than having a conversation with a petty minor like you."

@ˢ ; yoo jeongyeon Jieqiong narrowed her gaze on the female upon hearing her words. She trusted her instincts, and all the clues seemed to add up. The images that she saw, and also her injuries. "Don't lie to me," She said in a low voice, "I know what you are. I'll come find you after class. We have things to talk about." She called out when she saw the female walking away. She had no idea how she would fie her later, but she knew she would figure out a way. Plus she needed to know what the demon was doing here. The female had looked like a staff here, though Jieqiong had never seen her before. She wasn't one to care much about the academy, aside from her classes.

Wondering how and why the demon was here, Jieqiong walked to her next class. Was it here to hurt someone else like the one last night? Or was it here for some other reason? Only filled with questions, she made up her mind to go track down the demon once her classes were all finished for the day.

@ʲ⁰³ ; zhou jieqiong As she was on her way to check the upper floor, the angelic student grabbed her arm and Jeongyeon turned her attention to the student, making her a bit pissed at what she told her. 'This minor must haven't know my existence in this academy... pathetic.' she thought to herself before prying her arm away from her grasp, "What are you talking about, student?" Jeongyeon responded with a cold tone before glaring at her. "And demon? From last night? Killing someone? I'm not what you are talking about, student. So leave and you're going to get demerit on your next class." She turns away and starts walking upstairs.

'That pathetic sixth sense had done good, now what?' she thought to herself again as the angelic student sensed her familiarity to her first phase of her demon form, but she didn't know that Jeongyeon is the secretary of the headmaster, often wandering around. That was her problem, she wasn't roaming around the academy.

@ˢ ; yoo jeongyeon Jieqiong had almost fell asleep in her class. it wasn't that the class was boring, it was just that she was that exhausted. Last night had been rough for her, she was just walking around on the streets near the school compound when she saw a demon attacking a person. And her angelic instincts had kicked in. At an instant, a bow and an arrow forged from heavenly fire appeared in her bare hands, and aiming it at the demon before letting the arrow fly. The demon had flinched away in the last second, the arrow ended up only grazing its arm. But nonetheless, Jieqiong knew it would hurt the demon, heavenly fire was would hurt those of demon blood greatly. And that had started off the fight between Jieqiong and the demon, while the victim had taken the opportunity to flee away. The fight lasted for a while, both of them drawing wounds and injuries upon the others. And when the demon slammed her against the ground, her back and shoulder had hurt like hell even when her wings had broke most of the fall. The cuts that she had on her arms from the demon's claws, were taking a longer time to heal than usual. Jieqiong knew she could heal fast due to her angelic blood, but that didn't mean demon poison and blood didn't burn her.

Once the class was finished, Jieqiong snapped out of her recall of last night's memory and she hurried to get to her next class.Rushing on her way, she hadn't even had the time to respond when she bumped into someone and fell on her bottom. Mumbling a 'Sorry', she picked up her books while looking up and glancing at the female that she bumped into. She did a double take when she caught sight of her bandaged hand. Her brows furrowed as an image of the demon last night flashed in her mind. She glanced at the female's retreating back, and her bandaged hand, as realization hit her. Hastily standing up, she ran after the female and grabbed her arm when she caught up to her. "What are you doing here?" She asked, sounding harsh, and she knew she would do whatever it takes if it means stopping this demon from killing innocent students here. "You're the demon from last night, are you here to kill someone again?"

@ʲ⁰³ ; zhou jieqiong Walking around the hallways, Jeongyeon has to check around the area as she was monitoring around since the hall monitor is not around. The female tried to ease the pain from her bottom lip and a cut on her left arm that she patched up after she encounters a student with an ability of an angel, it really made her a bad time today since it will soon made a scar on her hand. Good thing she only saw her form as a male demon so she won't know it was Jeongyeon who had encounter with her.

As the bell rings, students came out of their classes, walking to other class and some students run pass her as they are making their way to the other floors. Jeongyeon hums and looked at the windows on the left corner, seeing a bright day and trees slowly swaying as the wind passed them. Without knowing, one student bumped into her and fell, only Jeongyeon was standing as she looked down to see the clumsy student. It was her. She looked at her with a stoic expression as she told her in a harsh way, "Are you even aware that I'm not a ghost, student?" Jeongyeon said to the student as she was picking up her books. She rolled her eyes a bit before walking again, carelessly showing her bandaged hand.

[ open to all + open to all pov’s/lengths! the longer, the slower my response ]

Yuta felt another bought of bile creeping up as theres another uncomfortable twist in his arm. He stops mid-step to lean against the wall. It’s the third time it’s happened today, where a metallic taste fills his mouth and he gags on the sickening flavor. He was so used to being in control of his body that this sudden ability to morph was throwing him off and he looked the part: there was a slight gleam of sweat, and he looked paler than normal, shiny even. He glances around, quickly, seeing no one in the vicinity at the moment, and he pulls up his sleeve to inspect the strange grey-silver ridge that seemed to protrude from his forearm. “What... the ... is going on?”

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; jeon jungkook the girl was obviously not affected even by the other's temper. , she had a temper that was worse than that (she begrudgingly admitted), and she'd met people that were even worse than /her/. so her only reaction to the other's hostile demeanor was a mere eyebrow raise and a deadpan expression coloring her visage. he was restless; that much was obvious from the way he couldn't seem to choose between being nice and being hostile to just force others to leave him alone. she couldn't say she understood how it felt, wouldn't even dare say that she knew what kind of issues he was dealing with based on the brief things she was witnessing right then. but she knew that she had felt similar once or twice in the past, when her own vulnerabilities would try and affect her more than she would ever let them.

"you idiot," she only said, before sighing and standing up, but she didn't leave. not just yet. "if you want to calm down, then the hallways ain't the ing place," she continued on, and she vaguely heard the voices of a group of students nearing where the two of them were. she ran her tongue over her lips, and she might regret this decision, but her lips parted to speak more than she could stop herself, "i'm going up to the rooftop. follow me and calm down, or stay here and deal with those ing chatterboxes. your choice." then she stepped over the lad's long legs, and turned around another corner, taking the stairs that would take her to the upper floor.

@ˢ⁰² ; hwang yeji alerted by the sudden feminine voice emphasizing towards his direction, he lifted one eye to take a gander at the person who even dared to bother him. a brunette, pursed lips packaged together in neat clothing though her personality was rather loud. she definitely wasn't helping his situation. jungkook shut his eye once more trying to ignore the girl, only to feel her presence closer as she now crouched down. both eyes fluttered open, though he kept his legs planted to the floor. "just ing go around—" he snarled before abruptly quieting down his tone. maybe this was why no one ever tried to befriend him. he was an absolute prick, and to top it all off, he was outrageously hot headed. his temper not only drove him to do stupid things, but was the reason his powers began to spiral out of control.

he gazed back towards the girl, studying her figure once more before inhaling in a deep breath. "please?" his restless tone only made his attempt at being a "good person" seem more deceptive. he didn't know how to interact with others without allowing his emotions get the better of him. he honestly didn't want to take his anger out on anyone, let alone this stranger. "..just please— go around" muttering quietly underneath his breath before bringing his hand to stop whatever tears tried to flood his eyes.

@ˢ⁰⁴ ; jeon jungkook harmless chatter filled the atmosphere as the clock signaled self-study hour for the sophomores. well, the academy called it self-study, but in reality, most of the students would only spend that time dilly dallying here and there. however, yeji wasn't part of that bunch. heck, she'd rather tire herself up than waste her time lazying away in the classroom. throwing a box of strawberry milk to a nearby trash (and the box easily going inside), she pushed herself off the wall, turning her back on her noisy classroom, and she walked down the hallways, hoping to find some sort of peace by the rooftop at least, since the training field would have been occupied by another class at this time. that didn't matter - she would have more time to train herself after class, and alone.

being alone was always better.

however, when she reached another floor and she turned into another hallway, she couldn't help but let her eyebrows move up in surprise to see someone by the floor, annoyingly long legs outstretched in front of him. he was in the way, and she wasn't really fond of going on a detour just to reach a place that was already so close to her. she walked over to the lad, and with a of her head to the side, she slid her hands into the pockets of her skirt, raising an eyebrow, though there wasn't even a sliver of concern that could be seen in her eyes. "ya, are you dead? you do know that the damn hall isn't a place to ing sleep in, right?" she said, before crouching down to his level. "your legs are in the ing way."

@ˢ⁰² ; hwang yeji it was noon, the clock ticked as the center bell tower of the academy began to chime. he was running late to class as usual, though managed to make it to the edge of the door just in time. clutching his books against his desk, he took a seat near the back left corner of the class; his usual spot. as class progressed, his mind was rather preoccupied with that of the rumors spreading about an upcoming assignment. and to his dismay, they turned out to be true. it wasn't much of a surprise, the concept of the project was simple: write a report on the powers inherited by your parents. his heart sank. there was an unconscious reminder of his mother every time he utilized his powers though he hadn't thought of her or his family in years. the keepsake of his childhood was flooded with that of only anguish and sorrow. as the professor continued to speak, the sheer rage boiling up within his blood unwittingly began to rattle the legs of the desks. he could sense the glares of other students piercing back through his body as he kept his head low.

the echoing rumbles of all the desks in unison began to grow exponentially before the professor exclaimed for him to stop. he grabbed hold of his books before pushing himself up from the seat; and in that moment the room went silent. he shuffled his way out of the class, ignoring the professor's yearning questions. he didn't want to seem different but it had been four years, and he was still an outcast. there weren't many people that knew about his upbringing, not that he'd want to talk about it anyways. as he continued down the hall, he stopped at the east end of the wing, his back slid down against the cold walls before tossing his books to the side. he wasn't sure how to explain his own feelings. was it guilt or resentment, or just pure rage? jungkook leveled out his legs, letting them lay flat against the ground as he tilted his head back to rest against the concrete. it was quiet; and that was what he needed.