The Experiment discussion

((Yay! The roleplay has been created! :D ))

(Lovely! A miracle has happened :P)

((Okay, so... Any ideas? :P))

(It's always up to me? Hmmm...Harry Potter? Eragon? Star Wars? Back to the Future?)

((Maybe we could do something like Harry Potter... Except it's just a wizarding school! I did a rp like that once before....))

(Will do...You start? ...Or do you want me to?)

((Um, Len, you do realize we have to make characters first, right? :P))

(I'm incredibly unorthodox then. I make characters as I go along. But I'll do a character sketch, even if I never normally do it....)

((*Sigh* You're no doubt Lenny. :P


Name: Samantha
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Apperance: http://data.whicdn.com/images/1479592...

Name: Jeremy
Age: 16.5
Gender: Male
Appearance: (I'm going traditional and writing out what he looks like because a) I can't look it up and b) I'm lazy. Most finally, I can't see your picture, so it would be helpful to write out yours as well :P )
Medium height. White hair. Icy blue eyes. Rather skinny.
Mental appearance: Fighting a battle against sanity while presenting a calm demeanor on the outside
Back note: Parents killed in fire. Schooling privately funded by unknown source
(Anything else I need?)

((Wow. Nope, you're alright. And Selena Gomez. :P))

(Now I'm tempted to change his name to Justin :P but in all seriousness....Is there anything else I don't know about that I probably should? Or can we start?)

((Please don't, I have to deal with a wall of Justin in my room already. :P))

Samantha waited at the station with her two trunks filled to the brim with her belongings. She clutched her sweater closer to her to ward of the sudden chilly wind as her father stood next to her, going through what to expect at the new school. She was transferring from The Salem School Of Witchcraft, an all girls school, to a new school in Londen because of her father's new job.

"Excuse me, sir?" A disheveled boy tapped Samantha's father on the shoulder "Does your daughter happen to be going to the Salem Witchcraft school today?"

((Facepalm. Lenny, Salem school is in America... They're in Londen right now...))

(So? It's magic!)

(Not that you really explained that though...)

((Nvm...))

"No." her father said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Samantha here is going to another school today. And where are you going young man?."

"Well, I'm going to the Dorgnap School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I never actually thought I'd get in. You must be very lucky. I'm terribly sorry. I forgot to introduce myself earlier. My name is Master Jeremy Jackson. And you are?" he sticks out his hand.

(I didn't notice the from *mental facepalm*)

((Dorgnap? I should have stuck with Pigfarts... ;P ))

"Reverand Charles Smith." he smiled. "And this is my daughter, Samantha."

"Good day." she forced a smile after her father elbowed her n the ribs slightly.

"Pleasure to meet you both" A horn goes off "Now, I believe that would be our ride." he picks up his things which consist of a messenger bag and a small suitcase. "Wonderful meeting you, Reverend, I must say. Unfortunately, I believe both Samantha and I must go now. So long then!"

"Farewell father." she smiled, picking up her two trunks. She glanced at Jeremy, trying to decide what to think of him. She boarded the train as other kids her age were getting on.

Jeremy was the first one in the train car. He walked about half way down the aisle and sat down wondering if the Reverend's girl would notice him. He doubted it and lay back in the seat and let the rock hard shields he had created around his thoughts fade away.

((You know what, Nevermind about Selena Gomez, I'm changing it to Dakoda Fanning when she was 16 ish. :P))

Samantha struggled to get through the tight aisle and was accidental pushed, landing in a seat... Right next to Jeremy. She sat up and straightened her clothes,making sure both of her bags were still there. She started to get up, but sighed in defeat when all other seats on the car were taken.

Jeremy opened his now red eyes as he felt a bump in the seat. He knew that this wouldn't be easy to explain. "Well...Hello Samantha, surprise seeing you here, eh?" he asked, putting on his best fake smile.

(And Kendra, Ms. Fanning is actually a lot more fitting)

"Um, well, yes I suppose." she said quickly, busying herself with the task of smoothening out her dress.

((I've gtg, good night, sweet dreams. :) ))

"You know, your dress looks fine. Why must our society be so obsessed with our looks?" And with that, Jeremy Jackson blacked out

(Night, night. Sweet dreams)

"I believe appearances are important." she replied stiffly. She looked over at him and screamed, causing a swarm of people to rush over.

"Ow..." Jeremy got up about five minutes later holding his head. "Anyone care to tell me what happened? Samantha?"

"Y-you fainted and your eyes turned red!" she stuttered, trying to keep her breathing calm.

"Well....This won't be easy to explain." He looked around nervously. "There's a reason I said it wasn't easy to get in this school..."

"Listen." she interrupted. "I don't know who you are or what your problem is, but understand that I do not wish to get involved in your problems." she turned, starting to chat with a girl across the aisle from her.

"Listen Samantha, this isn't easy to understand, but...I'm not human" He gazes at her a moment "Can you at least hear me out?"

"Can't you talk to some other girl about this?" she whispered to him. "I don't want my reputation tainted at this school already by befriending you!"

"Well excuse me, I'll have you know Samantha, that you're the only person who has or will talk to me." he glares. "I'll tell you what I am. Then you'll understand why no one wants to talk to me" he paused for a moment to let that sink in.
(You are gonna hate this :P )

She took out her wand and pointed at him. "Say another word and I'll mute you." she frowned.

((Take that! :P))

"Why say it" he began "When you can think it?" Jeremy said, directly into her thoughts.

(Take THAT!)

She paled as he entered her thoughts. "H-how can you do that?" she whispered

"I told you" he said, drawing out of her mind and speaking in a low whisper "I'm not human.." he frowned at this realization.

"J-just stay out of my thoughts!" she whispered harshly.

He licked his lips. "I can't promise you anything. I'll tell you this though," he paused, "the girl you were just talking to thinks you're spoiled and ugly" With that, he turned on his heel and walked down the aisle in search of a quieter cabin.

She looked in disbelief at the girl and shook her head, pulling out her journal, trying to get his voice out of her head.

And there, on the bottom of her notebook, in perfect cursive were the words: If you need me, I'll be in Cabin 16. Also, you're baggage is about to be stolen. Do proceed with caution.

She dropped her journal, stopping herself from screaming. She grabbed her bags and put them in the window seat next to her, making sure she could see them at all times.

Jeremy smiled, hearing her thoughts. "Now" he thought "is when the fun begins"
All of the sudden three large guys around Samantha's age entered her cabin. They did not seem very friendly
"Have you got this?" Jeremy thought at her.

"I can handle this without your help." she thought angerily at him underestimating her.

He chuckled "I'll be watching" And the men began to slowly walk forward. It was unusual. Too uniform. Their movements were erratic but the same. They got closer and closer. 7 feet. 6 feet. 5 feet.....

She sat perfectly still, her luggage visible in the corner of her eye, pretending to read her journal.

"Ms. Smith? Could we have a quick word?" the one in the center asked. The other two stood perfectly still. "I'm afraid there's some trouble concerning you going on"

"They don't have thoughts." Jeremy chimed in her head. "Nothing! Not even a whisper. I don't like it, Sam"