Early Confusion .:Open:. (Med.-Adv.)

[corrine]

It was always difficult to feel like an outcast. That was something he knew from being on both the recieving end of the emotions that came with the act, and of course having the role of a mere observer. Yet what was to be expected when one was so new to a school his schedule was plastered in front of their nose, brain working quickly to memorize each section. The role of the neglected student wasn't something extremely new to him; his existence had never been extremely significant to those people at his previous school. Well, except for a select few, like the teachers. He was exceptionally talented, though he denied the fact vehemently. His studies were the only things he felt wouldn't change at the worst and possibly most inconvenient times in his life. So in return for the dependency he had on the stoic days of his studies, he got excellent grades and happy teachers.

Yet Corrine Phyre had gotten sent to reform school.

It wasn't something simple that he could understand as soon as someone said it, nor was it something that could easily be explained to him. Of course, there was always the person here or there telling him he was there for the same nonsensical reason as all of them; he was homosexual. But was he really? It was something he had pondered over the past few days since he had been sent to La Campana, and out of the many times it had crossed his mind, his thoughts had never reached a conclusion. It was as though he were writing a story; the beginning was when he was informed of his parents' decision to ship him away, the middle was his questioning his own sexuality, and the end simply eluded him. Why wouldn't it? His sexual orientation had never been something he had worried about. Just like all the other teenagers at his school, he figured he was as heterosexual as the norm was considered. As far as he knew, anyways, that was what everyone else had thought. But what was the truth? It was something he wanted to know, yet was reluctant to find out.

A pale knuckle reached up and kneaded his temple as Corrine released an irritated sigh. It was much too early in the morning to even be considering this. Or maybe it was just some left over jet lag making his head feel murky again. One look at the sixteen-year-old and a person could figure out he wasn't particularly thinking the clearest that morning; his cerulean eyes were much more distant than they normally appeared, as though he were on the moon instead of in Barcelona; his clothes had been haphazardly thrown on without much care as to what they were, though they had, luckily for him, matched; and his blond hair was more dishevled than usual, like the strands were trying to prove that defying gravity was, indeed, possible.

As Corrine stopped moving, looking up from his schedule, he looked around him. Just... where was he? It was obvious it was a hallway, since metal lockers lined the long expanse. But it wasn't much to tell him where he was. He rolled his eyes slowly toward the ceiling, gritting his teeth. This, this was the reason why he hated being in new places. Once the environment around him changed, it was as though the world was spiteful and threw an illegible map at him while telling him to find his way. He just never could figure out the switches, just like it had taken him more than a few months to adjust to wearing female clothing. And the thought of it still sent a shudder down his spine; it was as if those things followed him everywhere. Just a glance into his luggage after he had departed from his house confirmed the fact. He'd even have to wear them here.

With a couple of shuffling steps, he brought himself up against the lockers, his back pressed tightly to the cold metal. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back quickly enough, and with enough force, to send a small streak of pain through his nerves and a dull, resounding thud down the hallway. He slid slowly to the ground while burying his head in his burnt amber scarf, leaving his eyes to glare at the empty hallway with annoyance. What use was it to keep going if he didn't know where he was? All it would succeed in doing would be getting himslf even more thoroughly lost. Of course, it could be considered that he was in the way of others who might want to go down this particular hallway, but to that he wouldn't agree. There was still plenty of room to walk, considering the area was quite large. Not to mention Corrine would find anyone who woke up this early insane by definition. There was quite a bit of time before classes started, and most people wouldn't have a placid reason for wandering the school atthe hour. It was true that he was awake this early, but it could almost be said he was nocturnal. He was constantly falling asleep in his afternoon classes at home, yet still managed to pass them.

With a resigned sigh, Corrine slid his bag off his shoulder, digging through it with a bored expression before he pulled out a rather thick book. With a small crack, he opened it to a random page, though it was the one he had stopped on, and started reading. He knew he wasn't going anywhere sometime soon, so why not make himself comfortable?

[Snow Adler]

Lost. That was easy, Snow would admit it, he had gotten himself lost at school, perfect. He wasn't ready to stop and ask directions, not to mention he had do idea where he was supposed to be going anyways.

"Come on Snow, just ask someone already please?"

Snow smiled lightly, Samuel would ask but he respected Snow, and Snow was sure that Samuel thought he was too smart to need help.

"Not true."

Chuckleing Snow continued down the hall, the flight had been long, and Samuel had to come out since Snow was getting uncomfortable. Never having flown before Snow did not know that flying made him afraid. Snow also had a mulitplu personality disorder. No one really figured out what caused MPDs. Snow assumed that it was because his "father" had refused to admit that he and his mother existed to him. Either way Samuel was Snow's protective side and the main reason he was at this reform school, La Campana. It was because Samuel was gay, Snow didn't think he was gay, but he was just more confused than positive on the situation.

Lost in thought the foot from someone sitting in the hall reading, was tripped over by Snow. Falling face forward, Snow caught himself before breaking his nose or something. "I'm so sorry. I should watch where I'm walking."

"Don't be such a wuss Snow."

Snow held back a sigh. "I'm not a wuss, I'm polite." It was odd, or so Snow thought, to be able to talk to Samuel in his head. He managed to not talk aloud and look like some fool. It always hurt his poor mother knowing that her only child had mental issues, but Snow was fine, he would live as long as he had his mother.

This boy that he tripped over was definitely different, reading in the hall as five o' clock in the morning. Most people were either asleep, or getting ready for classes. Sure Snow was in the hall this morning but he had just arrived and had been trying to find his way, or what he was supposed to be doing.

"Ask him where you should go."

With a mental glare to Samuel Snow had no idea what he was supposed to say now. The blonde infront of him didn't seem to be the talkative type. Hopefully he wouldn't try and pick a fight, Snow did not want to get in trouble on his first day, especially so early in the day.

"I'm new to the school, would you by any chance be able to tell me where to go and who to talk to?" Snow smiled sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he knealed on the floor. Now he felt stupid, of course the other student would know where to go and who to talk to, they had gone through it too when they arrived.

"You're doin' fine kiddo, unless you want me to take over?'

"No I'm fine Samuel." Looking back at the blonde boy he wondered what his reaction would be. One could never tell what others where truly thinking. No one would figure that Snow talked to Samuel when he wasn't out. Others hardly knew he had a multiple personality disorder in the first place. No one figured that when Snow wasn't acting like himself its because it was Samuel not him. Though Samuel was a part of him, just the kind of person he wasn't and needed.

[corrine]

To say Corrine hadn't been paying attention would most definitely be and understatement. Despite his tendency to observe his surroundings as if they were his own personal entertainment, he usually lost himself in books, a feat he was quite used too. But getting tripped over was something he wasn't accustomed too. He hadn't heard the footsteps, hadn't seen the person coming down the hallway towards him, and quite obviously, that person didn't see him either. It was only as a sharp pain ran up his leg from his ankle that he glanced up from the written letters, and eyebrow raised at the boy who had fallen down by his feet. "Just because you should doesn't mean you will." A shrug of the shoulders. "Aside from that, I don't see what use apologizing is going to have for anything. It's not going to change the fact that you, indeed, tripped over me."

With a roll of his eyes, Corrine ran a hand through his hair, pushing the blond strands away from his gaze, which was stuck on the guy with a curious glint. It had been quite awhile since he had actually spoken to someone, at least with more than a couple words, and he was quite happy to do go. Unfortunately, it may have just been a side of effect of his euphoria from the pain, but he just needed to be able to speak before he forgot how. With a resigned sigh, he tucked his book back into his bag before shifting his position, not really taking notice when another stab of pain shot up his ankle except for a small frown. It wasn't supposed to still be hurting, in fact, he wasn't supposed to be noticing it still. Corrine had long ago become accustomed to the feel of pain.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of the eyes, he gave the boy a blank look. "Why in the world would I be in the middle of the hallway if I had the faintest idea where I was going? It's not as though it's the most luxurious spot in the world," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. Actually, it wouldn't be like Corrine to be in the most luxurious spot in the world, anyways. He wasn't one to worry about his own comfort, and found that most people swarmed around the places where they felt welcomed and comfortable. When one was as unsociable as he was, it wouldn't make sense to have them in the same area as a large population of people; it was probably the reason he disliked La Campana. There were so many people, yet he understood none of them.

How was he supposed to?

With a small frown, Corrine shifted his gaze away from the boy and down the hallway, his blue eyes growing distant. Things hadn't gone well since Leviathan had disappeared, and he had even lost control of his own life; something he had promised himself never to do. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, this realization of insignificance. He figured that, if couldn't control his own life and choices, what was he supposed to do? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other restlessly, shifting his gaze back to the boy in front of him, only to have his eyes narrow automatically as though he were the reason that he was losing control of his own thoughts. "In reality, you in all technicality shouldn't even be speaking to me. Didn't your parents ever teach you it wasn't smart to talk to strangers?" Corrine rolled his eyes again, the icy glare never shifting away from his expression.

[Snow Adler]

Snow blinked softly at the boy as the boy talked. It was not what he expected at all. The boy was not very happy about Snow tripping over him. Samuel blinked out at the boy. He wasn't going to start throwing punches but Snow was just to damn nice for his own good. "Well now aren't we just a bit touchy." Samuel smirked. To the trained eye or someone who knew Snow they could tell the dramatic change in his face. For Snow was softer and more sensitive, so he appeared that way. Samuel appeared tough just like he liked to be. Samuel didn't like to be weak, he was Snow's protector anyways.

The boy in front of him was rather cute, with his shaggy blond hair but this was not the time for flirting, actually this guy might actually piss him off. Samuel didn't mind getting mad, being mad was better than being some sensitive guy like Snow. Samuel was just a different guy all together. Either way neither of them seemed to mind about being a part of the other. Samuel didn't try to be the dominate personality either, it just didn't seem fair to him at all. Samuel tried to convince himself that he was more of a guardian angel than a second personality.

"You sure are an angry one." Samuel smirk rolling his multicolored eyes softly. This guy almost reminded him of himself, besides the fact that he was a second personality and didn't really exist in the first place. Either way Samuel couldn't help but smirk, he really did have fun when other people were pissed, it was a sad way to get his kicks. Snow enjoyed music, and Samuel enjoyed fighting, well more of a martial arts type of fighting.

Samuel laughed lightly and bitterly. "Well stranger, I don't like to listen to the rules, I like to break them." Samuel grinned a bit devilishly, breaking rules was fun, but he didn't do it often because of Snow, he didn't want to get Snow in trouble because he liked to have a bit of well humored fun. Samuel couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the icy glare he was getting, what was stuck up this guys arse to make him so bitter. It was mostly hilarious, but somewhat annoying too.

[corrine]

"Touchy?" Corrine smirked slightly. "I suggest you go delve into the subject known as vocabulary a tad bit more. Touchy certainly isn't very original, don't you think?" With a small shrug, he adjusted the bag on his shoulder to a more comfortable position. Truthfully, Corrine wasn't a very touchy person; in fact, he was quite the opposite. Emotions had never been able to appeal very well to him. If any did, it certainly wasn't going to be something that made him touchy. Anger was one that did show itself, but only in rare situations. Overall, he was pretty much like a blank canvas; expressionless and spiteful towards the artist. A small frown touched on his features for a moment before quickly disappearing. The emotions had always been more of Levi's territory between the two twins. Since Levi was gone, the majority of people who had known the overractive brunette expected the blond to take over the role once he disappeared.

Not that it would ever happen, but it was still annoying.

Corrine froze his train of thoughts for a moment before looking curiously up at the guy, head tilted slightly to the side as if by habit. The switch in his tone had been extremely subtle, so much so that even one like Corrine that spent most of their time studying how others reacted, nearly missed it. Well, it was certainly intriguing. Maybe it would pay off to be nicer to him, if only to see what type of reactions that brought out. He shook his head slowly before running a hand slowly through his hair again, the messy style only getting worse. He had decisions he needed to make now, and whichever way his mind tilted would have consequences. If he wasn't as brutally honest, he might end up with a friend, something he certainly didn't want. But on the other hand, this guy was a lot taller than he was, and seemed more fit. If he pushed on that nerve that made him snap, it definitely wouldn't turn out very well. He smirked slightly; the answer was obvious to him.

His head tilted to the other side, his gaze switching to a blank one. "Do you really suppose angry is the correct way to describe an observer such as myself? I'd have to say I'm more on the neutral side of the spectrum." He motioned nonchalantly with his hand, almost as if he were proving his neutrality. He leaned back against the wall behind him, arms crossed over his chest in a natural pose. Truthfully, there was a whole spectrum of emotions Corrine had observed in people. From the overly-energetic side of highly optimistic people to the deeply depressed and quick-tempered pessimists, he had seen quite a bit of it. Yet Corrine himself figured that there was a seperate spectrum completely for those who observed; it was required of him, in his mind, to remain neutral in all things, but he was one of those people who enjoyed treading on the nerves of others. The spark of anger or annoyance was always so much more interesting to him than the other uselessly soft emotions.

Meant to be broken? Corrine shook his head slowly, a disapproving 'tch' escaping his lips. "Breaking the rules isn't worth my time. It's much more entertaining to find a way around them without actually breaking them. Not to mention it always manages to annoy the person who wrote them." He smirked slightly, eyes grazing over the walls around him. The law was something he enjoyed finding loopholes in much more than any average person should; but then again, who ever said he was average? He didn't like causing others pain since it usually wasn't worth the trouble, but everything else, he had found, had a sensible way around it. He returned his gaze boredly to the guy in front of him. "You strike me as the kind who would hide decomposing bodies underneath the floorboards. Of course, I may be wrong," he smirked slightly, tapping a finger against his chin, "You could always be an Edgar Allen Poe mimic."

[Snow Adler]

Samuel shaked his head sitting down, making himself comfortable, just to irritate the other boy. "English never was my favorite subject." Who was this kid anyway, thinking he was all badass, he was looking for an ass kicking. Samuel's gaze dropped to a blank glare at Corrine. At least Samuel knew how to play emotionless bastard too.

The kid was interesting too, he seemed to know a thing or two about being a pain in the ass. Oh well, it wasn't enough to totally make him mad yet, besides he was playing the emotionless game now. Looking at Corrine he smirked when the kid ran his hand through his hair again. Chuckling softly he shook his head. "Nervous or something kid?" It seemed like a nervous habit to Samuel anyways. Either way he wasn't really interested in what the kid was, Snow just wanted directions.

"Maybe I judge you to quickly, you came off as a little harsh, but observer you must have caught my change in attitude then." Smirking he chuckled softly and bitterly. "I guess that is a good opinion though, I might try just finding a loop hole next time instead of just breaking the rules." Honestly Samuel didn't get a chance to break any rules, Snow wasn't one to get into troubel, Samuel was there to get him out of trouble not get him into more. It was a hard knocked life for him. That reminded him of that one movie with the little girl who was an orphan, what was her name gosh, Annie right, hell he didn't know.

At the decomposed bodies remark Samuel glared at the boy blankly. "Maybe, but you don't want to find out, I may have to kill you." Samuel held back a smirk as he thought about sticking decomposed bodies under the floor boards, and then maybe stick this boy under there live. That would be funny as hell, but really Samuel hadn't killed anyone since he came around, he had badly beaten a few, near death, for hurting Snow but nothing more. He wasn't ready to put a murder charge on the poor boy's shoulders. Or let the boy know that he had beaten people senseless because of Snow. Snow couldn't handle that kind of thing, so he wasn't going to ever bring it up to him. Snow could believe what he wanted of Samuel, he cared but not enough to be a goody-to-shoe

"You seem like the one that likes to watch people and secretly think of ways to torture them." Samuel smirked lightly, he didn't actually think that was true, but who knows maybe he would get a better response out of the guy then a few sentences. He wasn't exactly mister talkative, actually he was rather boring, minus the good come backs. Samuel yawned lightly strechting out to his full height. He was rather tall, but there were guys out there taller than him. "Oh no wait I got it, you are a nerd aren't you!" Starts to laugh hysterically but bitterly. He was joking around with the kid, he didn't look like a nerd anyways, he looked more like some guy who didn't know what he wanted to do.