<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Gage_post.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Eli Gage</strong><br/><strong>Location: First Floor, Gage's Dorm.</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Nobody at the moment</strong><br/><hr/><br/>This summer's break was without a doubt the most painfully boring of the three years he worked as a teacher here. It seemed as though with each passing year, the normalcy of his home town grew less and less entertaining and acceptable, and the more he thought about it, the more he yearned for the abnormal environment that was Madam Arachne's. He had already been more than prepared to leave his small, empty home in Ireland and return to his ever so entertaining job in Romania. Seeing that bat, perched outside his window, put a wide smile on his pale face. He grabbed all of his bags, strapped them onto his back (having learned from past trips that straps were necessary for EVERY bag he brought), and mounted the bat, holding on tight as it ascended and took off. Seeing as they had to cross the ocean before even reaching the mainland, and then had to cross several national borders, the trip had been long, but definitely enjoyable. There was nothing like riding a bat bareback through the cool, dusk air. The massive creature soared through the air with speed and grace, and his trench coat flowing in the gust behind him. He had to hold his hat down to keep it from being blown away, but that was hardly a problem for him.<br/><br/>When the school came into view, Gage stood up sightly on the bat, like a jockey on a race horse. He grinned wide, pointing a finger forward. He spoke softly, taking care to consider that he was on a bat, and patted the creatures head lightly as he gripped its hair with the other hand. "My room? Please?" The words were spoken with the slightest of Irish accents, and were reciprocated by the bat with several high pitched squeaks. Of course, Gage didn't understand the creature, but when it flew over the Roost, what the bats called their home, he understood that it must've agreed to his request. He hugged the creature as he felt it increase it's speed, turning in sharp circles around the castle as in slowly lowered it's altitude, from the roost, to the second floor of the school, and finally, to the first floor, where it hovered next to a half closed window towards the beginning of the Dormitory Wing.<br/><br/>"Thanks.." He patted the winged beast lightly on the head, and reached around in his pocket for something to give the creature. He frowned as he turned up short of anything, shrugging softly as he slid the window further open and dismounted the creature. "Eheheh..sorry, my furry friend..I've got nothing for you.." He reached out to pat it on the head as it squeaked with disappointment "I'll bring something up to the roost later, okay?" With a few more squeaks, it was off, most likely towards the roost where it'd rest after the long trip. Gage, on the other hand, had no time for rest. He dropped his bags with haste and dashed out the door, his ebony trench coat wrapped around him and hat placed upon his head. It wasn't long before he reached the front door, and he took his place near Ms. Masters, greeting the students as they arrived. He hopped she and the other teachers didn't notice that he was late...<br/><br/>"Uhh...Welcome To Madame Arachne's School For Girls...where the title is pretty damn misleading, heh heh..."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Carriage, School Entrance</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Anyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Unlike a certain Eli Gage, Tyson's trip to the school was a lot longer and a lot less exciting. He hailed from America, upstate New York, to be exact, and was among some of the upper crust where he lived. His parents weren't exactly famous, but were certainly and undoubtedly wealthy. They were the worst kind of snobs, the conservative type who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths and never worked a day in their lives. The type who turned their nose up at almost everyone and felt entitled to the finest of everything, despite having done nothing to earn anything whatsoever. Tyson was a bit of a black sheep in the family. Despite being spoiled as a child, he spent most of his time with extended family. They weren't so well off, and it was they who taught him the value of work at a very young age. That's what started his deviation from his parent's way of life, and sparked resentment between both parties.<br/><br/>He was denied public schooling, despite his efforts to sway his parents in favor of it. He refused to speak to any of the spoiled brats at the private schools he was placed in, and so gained very few friends, adopting a cool, quiet demeanor. As he grew older, he grew more rebellious. He began to change his outward appearance, much to the chagrin of his parents, to something a bit more out of the ordinary. He grew his hair out, had it dyed and styled how he wanted, took to wearing more unique outfits. He personally loved the way he looked. His principal expelled him for it. The administration had told his parents that he was 'an insubordinate, ill-mannered urchin, and that his very presence sullies the name of this institution.' He was strictly punished, and that's when he began to get vocal. He told his parents they were fools, and that they didn't deserve his or anyone's respect, and they told him they regretted him ever being born. That was around the time he'd been invited to Madam Arcahne's School for Girls. His parents found it strange that he was being invited to a girl's school, but they hardly questioned it. They wanted him gone for long as they could get him out, and so they sent him packing.<br/><br/>A plane and two trains later and he found himself halfway across Europe, riding on one of the sketchiest carriages he'd ever seen in his life. Looking at him, nobody really would've guessed his background. He sat quietly in the carriage, nothing on his person but a backpack, a dufflebag, and his empty wallet. His parents had told him he wouldn't need his cellphone, and didn't give him enough time to fight them for it. He glanced towards the floor with downcast eyes, which remained glued there until the carriage came to a stop. His gaze slowly raised to those around him, each of whom he was sure to make eye contact with before he stepped off. Quiet as he was, he didn't want to give the impression of shyness. From there, he began to wander towards the gates of the massive, castle-esque building. It was almost an overwhelming sight, and he would've stood to take it in longer, had he not been urged into the school by a tall, pale man wrapped in a coat, and perhaps the bustiest woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't help but stare for a moment at her..er..strange choice of uniform. Ample cleavage and legs for miles. Maybe if he noticed the bulge, he wouldn't have been so distracted. He grinned to himself when he turned, and continued into the building, only to be greeted with a surprisingly warm atmosphere, and the smell of a fresh cooked meal. His stomach grumbled and he patted it with a low chuckle. Between the sexy greeter and the amazing smell wafting through the air, he didn't quite notice the creatures around him, but he couldn't help but question what he heard.<br/><br/><em>Fur, Feathers or Ooze..?</em>