The Original Character Roleplaying High School Part 2

When Seraphim saw Zayden heading out, she stood and jogged over to him. "Um, thank you for saving me," she said, feeling a little guilty about getting herself in trouble again. "Are you okay?"

"So, um..." Seraphim shuffled her feet, "Can I look around with you? I think it'd be more fun if we looked around together." And, in truth, they'd wandered far enough from their main group that she felt a little lost.

"Well, there they go," Eliot commented when Zayden stalked off and Seraphim followed. "We should go too," he added, spotting the security guards as well. He grabbed Rena's wrist and began leading her away. "Come on, let's go to the history section. They'll never look there for trouble makers." Everything was behind glass there. It would be impossible to break anything.

Aden looked around. Yuuta was gone. "Oh. Well, I guess I'll join one of you guys," he said, looking at the wolves and Rose, unsure where to go himself.

Seraphim looked around as well. There were all kinds of... bodies... in the display cases. Bones, organs... Seraphim shuddered and latched on to Zayden's arm. This was creepy. "L-let's go to somew-where else." She'd seen enough already.

Eliot smiled. "That's a really nice piano. Wonder whose it is?" He didn't know much about musicians. "Was this person any good?"

"Does he do that often?" Aden joked, following after Darcia.

"What best part?" Seraphim asked, squeezing her eyes shut. For someone who was injured just about every other day for one reason or another, she really was squeamish about blood and organs not meant to be seen, like hearts and livers and such. She just wanted out of there.

Eliot chuckled. "Nothing wrong with being excited about something. There are worse things to like than music history. Like Toby's obvious obsession with that Keegan kid."

"That can't be healthy," Aden commented. "No offense. Just, your brother seems a bit... obsessive compulsive."

As they walked away, Eliot thought for a moment. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I don't like loud music; hurts my ears. I like piano music if it isn't Beethoven's later works. The really loud ones." Wow, did he sound stupid. But it was true. He had somewhat sensitive ears for about half a month (the half with the full moon), so that made it difficult for him to listen to loud music.

Seraphim blinked once, twice, three times. "Why would talking be in the body part exhibit?"

"Now I feel sheepish," Eliot joked, though Rena wouldn't get the irony of his statement. "Well, I like... books." Lame. "And movies, though I haven't had a chance to see many in a while."

Aden frowned a moment, "No, I'm pretty sure those two and I swing the same way." Aden didn't really believe in werewolves, so he didn't know what Darcia was referring to.

Seraphim blinked again and looked up at Zayden. "Physical talking?" she repeated, unsure whether or not she wanted to see it with Zayden.

Eliot frowned. "Personally... I like don't really like fantasy. Especially not that Stephanie Meyer. Um... I like mysteries. Sherlock Holmes especially. As for movies, well... I really liked Disney when I was younger."

"Well, the ears could be a birth defect. Knew someone like that. People called him Elfy. And the hair could just be a dye job gone wrong."

Seraphim blinked, too innocent to understand. "Intercourse?" she repeated. "Sack? I don't get it. Maybe we should go sompeplace else. These bodies are scaring me." She shuddered at the site of a skeleton not too far away, since they weren't in the exhibit Rose wanted to see yet.

Eliot laughed. "Love doesn't break curses. Life would be so much easier if it could. Then the curse of stupidity would be broken all the time, neh?" As they talked, he led her to the movie section of the museum.

"I grew up in the country," Aden said seriously. "We got taught in middle school what happens when you screw around with sheep." Yes, he'd gotten that story. No, he didn't really believe it. "Anyway, I'm going to guess botched plastic surgery and leave it at that."