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[Razz Perkins]

Razz the kid
Razz the kid
Razz the kid
Razz the kid

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There were many things at Hoffman that Razz was famous for. He had been here for four years so it was only natural that he held lots of the records for more unmentionable things. Like person who skipped the most class, who got under the influence at school, and the most badass projects at the end of the year. It wasn't that he tried to break the records or rules. Razz was just who he was meaning that he did what he wanted when he wanted and that's how he got his reputation. After so many years of just plain screwing up, he just had gotten into the habit of not caring what he did or when he did it. Of course of all the things that Razz held the record for, although he didn't know it, the getting sent to the headmaster's office so many times was the one thing that people were not jealous of. Sure all of the rich kids had no fear of the headmaster because they could buy their way back in, but scholarship kids backed off.

It was just another Wednesday morning, one of those rare ones where Razz had decided to grace the class with his presence. He had been walking lazily across the quad, a notorious slow walker, when one of the office workers, most likely a scholarship student had told him that the headmaster had wanted to see. Great. So he turned in the other direction and followed as the office worker walked way to fast for Razz to the front office. Once inside the worker had pointed him to the bench where he had been sent to many times. He sat down and shoved his bag underneath his feet, ignoring the stares from students in the office and the teacher's who had known him. He just had wanted to play his guitar today and wow what a day this had turned out to be.

Before he could get to pissed about it the headmaster called him into his office. Just the same stuff he had heard loads of time before. Razz was on his final warning, he was not to skip anymore class, and would need to help the younger students. He told Razz how talented he was and what an asset he was to this school. Yeah more like an ass, and the only reason they kept him around was because his father had given quite a donation and promised auditions for the top performers in each senior class. Then after Razz gave his cheesy fake smile and promised that he would do better, and the naive headmaster actually believed him, Razz strolled out of the office in high spirits. He had at least missed the beginning of his music theory class, and that was always relief.

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[Dalia Fable]

no one ever said it would be easy
but no one ever said it would be this hard

The Headmaster's Office definitely wasn't a place you would expect to spot Dalia. If anything, most would likely think she was a nark for the Headmaster or maybe some sort of assistant. Her exquisitely rich father and step mother had been rumored to have paid quite the sum to get Dalia in this school and keep her in. Unfortunately, the rumors weren't true (as far as she knows) and so she was at as much of a risk to get kicked out as any one else.

Dalia had been told Hoffman Academy was one of the most elite schools around. What she had imagined was completely different then what she received. For some reason she had this image in her mind that all the teachers would be prim and proper, and that all the students would be polite and well raised. She soon discovered her idea was completely off, and it was becoming hard to handle. In dance class there was a male instructor that had come in for a day as a 'treat' to help the girls with their pointe. He was inappropriate with Dalia, she revolted, and the students and supervisor denied anything out of the ordinary and claimed Dalia had taken his one-on-one coaching too seriously.

So now, courtesy of some pervert, Dalia had gained a strike against her and was potentially going to have to face her father and step-mom because of it. To her surprise she had managed to smile and apologize while fiercely digging her nails into her leg to get out of a long meeting with the Headmaster and said guardians. Sighing, she makes her way out. She wasn't sure if she was late for a class. Usually she would care, but at this particular moment in time she didn't. And because of her lack of care, her attention span seemed to have disappeared. Her sky blue eyes were looking elsewhere as she walked right into someone else. She nearly drops her books but manages to salvage them, pulling one of her purses straps back onto her shoulder so it didn't fall.

"Oh, sorry!" She grimaces, hoping she hadn't inflicted injury, although she had not made hard enough contact to do much damage, if any at all. Her eyes fall to his, unable to put a name to the face.

[Razz Perkins]

Razz the kid
Razz the kid
Razz the kid
Razz the kid

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Razz had always liked to play games. No not the regular normal games like Monopoly, Sorry, or Candy Land. Due to his mother and his father Razz had become an expert of playing sort of twisted mind games. Of course, he hadn't spent much time with his parents, but when he had their relationship fascinated him. They would go to Le Cirque and the whole supper his father would shake hands with people who stopped by the table to talk business or politics of some sort. Then his mother made a point of drinking to many martinis and embarrassing the family in front of distinguished friends. Razz had thought it was hilarious. His mother's biggest embarrassment however had been the divorce. That one had always stuck with Razz.

Of course the best people to play mind games with were the new kids, the freshmen, and the office workers. His favorite person to mess with was Destiny but she was hardly a goody two shoe. If she had been in the office than Razz would have made a point of messing with her. Today however he was stuck with the non beautiful people.

Razz gave his perfect lopsided grin and hoisted himself up onto the counter, where all the flyer's for auditions and extra credit projects lay. He saw the receptionist giving him the evil eye, all he did was smile and wink at her. Next he sat there for a good ten minutes and whistled the Star Spangled, which he had learned always ticked the English off no matter how drunk you were. It was God Save the Queen or nothing at all. Then the headmaster came out of his office again, and stared at Razz till he hopped off the counter. Before the headmaster could rephrase his little speech again, the girl he had noticed come out of the office after the headmaster ran straight into Razz. Just what Razz needed a pretty girl to run into him. "It's fine," he said smiling at her and putting a hand on her waist to steady her. "Not bruised I hope," he said before throwing the headmaster a smile.

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