Name:  Anthony Agellos (his principal name though is simply Mr. Cool)<br/>Age:25<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/Mafia3.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>species: human<br/>Hint: Do not ask about his past.<br/>theme:<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22l1sf5JZD0"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/22l1sf5JZD0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>Anthony stretched in his big comfy  red velvet chair. The Civil School for Disobedient Children was more a reform school for juveniles. He huffed a sigh. Most of the kids were born trouble makers. Only one student goes to school because her father works here. Everyone else is here because they are bad. However, he didnâ€™t let the government surround the school with electric fences, or paint the school black. He felt that to do that would cause the students to feel even more locked up and like shut ins than they already were. Their entire social lives prior to this is gone. Why punish the kids more?<br/><br/>There was a picture frame slammed down on his desk. It was a picture of his ex wife who cheated on him with some rich ass bastard that was a film star. That left him also trapped in the school. Since she kept everything from his flashy ferrari to his huge house. He had nothing but this school left. He would be damned to see the school become a gothic depressing place. He made sure that there were horse stables, pools, arcade places, and some form of a movie theater for fun when the kids arenâ€™t in class. For the kids had to give up their phones, and almost every other form of communication from the outside world. He felt bad. So bad that he let the kids roam the near by town one weekend a month. That was it. Rules were rules and he had to abide by the government. Which meant that was as far as he could go for leniency. They even wanted to force him to have uniforms. But he fought that with all his might.<br/><br/>Instead he made the kids wear black. As long as their shirts, skirts, shorts, and  pants at least had a little bit of black they could wear it. But if it didnâ€™t they werenâ€™t aloud to wear it during school hours. Most would think schools like this were supposed to be prisons. But he felt far different about it.<br/><br/>He heaved another sigh and ran a hand through his thick black hair. It was time for him to find the new student. At least before Alise does.  If she showed him the ropes around the school then that boy was just aiming for s hit ton of troubleâ€¦<br/><br/>His wandered to the door and hesitated before he opened the door an almost completely empty hallway. "Damn no stragglers to yell at." He sighed.<br/><br/>Name: Alise Desilva<br/>age:17<br/>appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/08815_Death_Note_002_505lo-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>species: human<br/>reason why she should be in the school: lets just say this girl has mad problems<br/>theme:<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ2nCGawrSY"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ2nCGawrSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Alise was wandering around the main building. What was school for? Oh wait its for learning right. Not for this girl. She was wild and loved to cause all the teachers to stress. She was one of few who followed their own rules, and was always found in detention tossing notes at the teacher. A trouble maker. Her past to the rest of the students was a mystery. Considering she has a red wrist band most students tried hard not to piss her off, or to avoid her at all costs. Red meant you were either badass, or did something like murder to get in here. <br/><br/>She was bounding down the hallway when her feet skidded to a sudden stop. <span style="font-style: italic">"Fresh meat." </span>She whispered. He looked slightly geeky like a nerd. It was rare for a nerd to show up here. They were usually too good. Like angels. Or teacher pets. He seemed rather annoyed. She was fairly suprised to that Mr.Cool the principal hadnâ€™t made his way over yet. It was the perfect opportunity for this blonde to show him the ropes. <br/><br/>She quietly made her way behind him. Then purposely she peered around him. "What you looking at dweeb? The wall? There is nothing good to look at on their. It wonâ€™t help you any. At least not after classes have started." She grabbed his wrist. "Let me guess your new here. Donâ€™t tell me your a pyromaniac those are way to common here. " She heaved a sigh. Hoping to get anything out of this <span style="font-style: italic">"fresh meat of hers." </span> She use to be a prep back when she was 16. Before she was put into this wretched school. She had sex more than she could count, got drunk, and crashed three cars. There was more of course. But she would never tell anyone why she was actually in here. Also her arrest counts were up there in number. A born bad girl. She wore one of the sexist black outfits in the school, and hardly gave a shit about the teachers. Also she knew where all the parties were. She was an asset to almost every student around campus. A well known girl in bed, and out of it.<br/></span><br/>(hehehehehe i am so not a three liner writer lol)