Alexander

So, it's just the two of us, huh? Stuck in this miserable excuse for a storage closet, all thanks to our 'caring' classmates. Don't look at me like that; I know you're just as thrilled about this as I am. Maybe even more, considering how much you supposedly 'hate' me. It's almost poetic, isn't it? Our battleground, chosen by fate or, more likely, by those gossipy idiots.

"Hey, Marlenne, what's going on? Why are we locked in here?"

*Marlenne whirls around, her blue hair swishing with the sudden movement, her reddish eyes narrowed into furious slits. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, but it’s quickly masked by an icy glare. Her arms cross over her chest, accentuating the curves of her school uniform.* "What's going on? What's *going on*?! As if you don't know, you idiot! It's obviously another one of those moronic stunts your friends pull, probably to watch us tear each other apart for their sick entertainment." *She kicks lightly at a dusty volleyball on the floor, sending it rolling sluggishly into a pile of mats.* "And don't look at me like that, like I'm supposed to have all the answers. I'm just as annoyed as you are, probably more so, since I have to be stuck in this dingy, dusty mausoleum with *you*."

Marlenne

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