Developmental Psychology

[tenshisekiyo]

Tenshi decided to play a trick on his new students for their first day of school. He placed a manequinn in his desk with a knife and red food coloring on its back. He made sure to set up his things the night before; so he could start class after this little experience. He hid in the cabinet that he would use for supplies, shpuld he need many. He did not expect to need many, for most of this was discussion, learning things about your own psyche. After pulling the trick off, he would discuss with the class their reactions to this event. Most, he figured, would express anger and possible distrust toward him. Others, obivously the minority, would laugh it off nervously and would ask to continue on with class. Others still, the smallest group of all, would prod the body and be very disappointed that he has not met his end.
Perhaps I will be able to actually help some of these students with psychological trauma. It may not be my paying job, but it is needed. Besides, this would make them better prepared for the rest of the year.
Oh, he had much planned for these young students. First, he made sure the body still had the realistic wax mask he had gotten of himself at Princeton. He'd even bought a duplicate set of clothes and had it measured to his height. He pushed his "glasses" up in delight. Yes, this was going to be a fun year.

[takehiroryuga]

Takehiro walked to class as lazily as he had to his others. He was going to be on time this time, and he was rather happy about it. Normally, time was irrelevant, but he was excited about his major. Plus, he was in the same class as Ryuzaki again. Hey, he was the first one here. He walked into the door and saw what appeared to be his teacher's body. He examined it briefly from afar then went in closer. He examined the pool of blood on the desk. He did not smell the copper smell of blood.
Odd
He stuck his finger into the pool and tastes its contents. It was food coloring.
Very sneaky, professor. Here, allow me to aid you. He dipped his right index finger in the food coloring and wrote on the marker board:
THOSE WHO ENTER THIS ROOM SHALL DIE!
That should be sufficient to get someone to urinate. Nodding, he walked out of the room and and his behind a corner, waiting for his and the professor's efforts to come to fruition. He could tell that he liked this class already. He was going to have fun this year. He smeared the food coloring on his face. He was going to appear as a serial killer after the rest of his classmates. He noticed Ryuzaki walking up.
Oh, killjoy at nine o' clock.
He grabbed Ryuzaki by the arm and pulled him around the corner. This corner was not near the entrance to the building; so he figured noone would see him.

[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryuzaki walked toward the place of his next class. This school was huge, and Ryuzaki was having a bit of trouble finding his way. Apparently, helping your brother scout the entire school only helps when you are doing the scouting. Oh well, at least he had already been to this building. He walked through the doors of Golisano peacefully enough. That was odd, actually. Takehiro had not accosted him at all today, not even in sociology. Normally, he would be hassled by his brother enough to drive anyone to therapy, but he sensed that his brother was growing up AWAY from Ryuzaki. To Ryuzaki, that was both a good and a bad thing. The good thing was that Takehiro was maturing and did not feel the need to talk to him every five seconds. On the bad side, he felt that the two were not as tightly knit as once before. Now, he knew Takehiro would never truly separate himself from Ryuzaki, but it still felt that way. Oh well, at least he had his Playstation. He was approaching the door when an unseen hand grabbed him and pulled him around a corner.
"Look, I don't know who you are but let me go, please." He turned his head to see that it was Takehiro with red stuff on him.
"Oh, just got done with lunch?"

[Zeran Heartt]

Zeran turned the corner into his next class and blinked to make sure he was seeing what he thought he saw, and almost freaked out, but decided that a professor getting murdered wasn't damn likely. He walked over to the desk and poked the mannequin on the desk. It was room tempurature and definitely didn't feel like real skin. "Uh huh, right the-" Zeran then saw the board. " . . . I better damn well get my money's worth for this class if I'll be putting up with this all year." Zeran just shook his head and sat down at his seat.

"Could be worse, I suppose, the professor could resemble a video game villain from a well known survival horror series." Zeran said with a laconic shrug. He almost immediately began drawing small doodles in his notebook, mostly comedic takes on what could've lead up to the "corpse" on the desk. " . . . I'm probably going to make myself look like a sociopath if I don't freak out." Zeran said. "Oh to hell with it, no one's probably watching anyways. The professor probably decided to go out for coffee . . . and leave his mannequin resembling a murder victim on a desk." Zeran said.

[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Sora had found that he enjoyed the majority of his classes, he’d already had Theatre and Sociology and now he was on his way to his Psychology class—which he was sure he’d equally enjoy as much as the others…though maybe not quite as much as his Intro to Theatre class with Professor Poots. He loved that guy! If Sora could’ve picked his father instead of getting saddled with the douchebag that he had had as a father then he totally would’ve picked Xigbar Poots to be his dad. Well, he probably wouldn’t have appreciated having ‘Poots’ as a last name…and that would’ve meant that he’d be semi-related to Xaver [“Ick”] so…on second thought—he wouldn’t have wanted Professor Poots as a father, solely for those two reasons. He was finally getting the hang of campus life and a general idea of where each of his classes were located, which was great! He wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone but…he’d gotten lost quite a few times during those first few days he’d been on campus and he wasn’t particularly proud of the fact either. Marching down the hallway to his class Sora wondered what his professor was like—was he a hard-ass who assigned homework on the first day of the class? Or was he more laid back to the point where he’d just give them the general ‘welcome to the near year’ type spiel and send them on their way? He hoped for the latter to be completely honest, Sora just wanted to head back to the dorm for a nice nap [as long as his roommate wasn’t watching porn again] He ambled into the classroom and paused halfway through the doorway, leg still lifted in mid-step. Bright eyes widened in trepidation , his arms shot out, grasping the doorframe for support. His naïve mind was unable to process the fact that this could’ve been nothing more than a sick prank—all those years of watching cheesy horror movies with the guys had brain washed him into thinking that scenarios such as those could actually play out in real life. “I…should we call someone…?

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Notes: He's such a baby xD
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[Shouta Kurosawa]

Minato was glad this class was in the same building as his last one. Navigating around this campus was harder than getting to the kitchen at his "house", and he didn't even have a map for that place! His "house" was technically a mansion his money crazed parents felt was necessary to get. How his sister could make her way around was beyond him. Although maybe after being cooped up in there for the majority of your life, you get to know your way around quite well.

Seeing as the classroom was in the same building, he couldn't be late to it. Unless he wanted to wait outside the door or in the hallway to walk in late. But he wasn't that obsessed. Besides, it was the first day. Being late is never fun then.

Minato would have walked right in, sat down, and teased anyone in hearing range, but his way was blocked; by some seemingly terrified kid. Or maybe it was a student, but with all the shaking that he was doing, it was hard to believe there was something inside scary enough to freak out someone in college to this degree. He could be a weak person, too.

"I, should we call someone?" he whimpered. Was this guy for real? Minato sighed and decided to unceremoniously nudge him aside to get a look into the classroom.

What he saw surprised him, to say the least. It wasn't every day you walked into a class to find a fake murdered professor. Oh, he knew it was fake. He was the master at pranks, and this was an obvious one. But apparently, the wimp at the door couldn't realize that.

To put the poor boy out of his terror, Minato casually walked up to the mannequin, and punched it onto the floor. Making sure the boy could see the body was NOT real, he turned and said,

"See? It's a fake. No need to wet your pants over it. Oh, and whoever put this there, well, I should say sorry, but I'm honestly not feeling a bit of remorse. So deal with it." With that over with, he sat at one of the desks, preparing himself for the almost guaranteed remarks over his rude behavior. He sighed, whatever, he was used to it.

The student at the dooorway's reaction reminded him of his sister, Texia. That was along the lines of what she would do. Or maybe something equally or more stupid. Minato smirked, his head filled with all of her funny reactions. It's a good thing she decided not to take this class.

[Imari Andolini]

Imari had gotten up for her psychology class, knowing full well that's where she was going today. But she looked at her usual school outfits and grimaced. "ah, to hell with it". she said, grabbing her Cyan knee length shorts and the matching bikini style top and threw them on, tossing a white t-shirt into her messenger bag in case the teacher complained about her style choice. Hopefully he didn't try some psycho-analyst nonsense on her by how she dressed. Sometimes people just wore things cause it was comfortable.

She figured with the coming year shed focus on psychology and theater, since she had knocked out all the core classes. Maybe they could help her learn a few more tricks or give her an idea for a normal career. She gave a yawn as he finished putting her jewelry on and walked out of the dorm. She at least knew where the building was and all, she just had to find the room.

As she got there, she noticed two white hair boys around the corner from the entrance, and heard some one saying about calling someone. She got to the door and a brunette boy was blocking it like he was scared or something. "oh for crying out loud move". Imari said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder and pulling him out of the way so she could get through. He stepped in and than noticed the body at the desk. She moved closer to look at it, but couldn't tell yet if it was real or not. She wasn't going to touch it yet, she needed gloves for that. "I wonder if I could make it into a puppet?"she said, curious as to if that were possible, even if it was a real human's body. Though, she didn't realize, or well, care she had said that loud enough for others to hear. She went to a desk in the back and put her bag on it before going back to look at it some more when she than noticed the message. "funny, I'm not dead yet, and no one's tried anything. If your gonna leave a message like that at least try and back it up". she said, rolling her eyes and roaming around the desk and body. Though, some boy came in and punched it, the head coming off and showing it was simply made to look human. "well that certinly means it would be easier to make it a puppet." Imari said, crouching next to it and pondering how exactly she could go about it.

[erazia]

It was her first class, and Erazia was extremely excited! She was out of bed early in the morning to make sure she wasn't late. The sun was shining, and despite the hot weather, she wore a bright smile. Her day couldn't get any better! The class, she expected, would be lots of fun. She imagined a kind professor, a nice class, and over all, a great year! There's also the fact that her brother, Zeran, was in this class as well, something she highly enjoyed. However, none of these thoughts could come true if she couldn't find the building.

Taking a quick glance around, she soon spotted the Gulisano building. Running in a skipping sort of motion towards it, she arrived there in no time at all. Pushing open the doors, she smiled as she scanned the interiors of the building. The psychology classroom couldn't be too far away, could it? Leisurely walking down the corridor, Erazia's head bobbed side to side, looking at the rows of classrooms and deciphering which room was for psychology.

Lucky for her, it was only a few more seconds before she spotted it. The door was wide open, and there was even a small sign on the wall next to the door tat read "Psychology". Except, as she was about to step in, a brunet boy was standing there. To be polite, Erazia waited patiently for him to move. He might just be calmly surveying the area for a place to sit or something. He seemed to be staring at something. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and noticed he was shaking. Was he scared? Of what? The professor? Instantly, she began to say words of comfort.

"Hey, there's no need to be scared. I'm sure the professor..." Her eyes had drifted in the direction the boy was staring in. Her body and mind immediately froze, and she started to panic. There was a dead body on the floor! And the head was detached! She started to stutter, then let out a scream. Her eyes wide, she rushed inside the classroom and stared at the body. This must be the professor! But, how did he, how did he get like this?! Was he murdered?! Was it by a student? Or, maybe someone else...

Erazia's fearful eyes darted around the classroom, and she caught sight of the message on the board, seemingly in blood. She let out a terrified squeak and bolted to the door. Now safely outside the room, she stuck her head in. There were students just sitting there! And to her horror, her brother was there as well! It never occurred to her that perhaps they actually knew the body wasn't real, and so they simply stayed in the classroom. Nor did she look at the body close enough to see it was fake. She could never process it might be some kind of joke.

"Why isnt, why isn't, why isn't anyone doing anything! Get out, or you're going to die! Zeran, I don't want you to die, not like mom!" she screamed, various scenarios playing through her head, all including the death of her brother and the killer jumping out from the shadows. This was not how she expected her first class to be!

(OOC: Naivety can be dangerous... And poor Erazia is traumatized by death...)

[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Sora jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a soft, soothing voice whispering words of comfort to him, he shakily glanced over to see who it was that was trying to ease him out of his momentary shock and terror of the situation. It was a girl, probably around his age, she looked rather young, and seemed incredibly kind to be attempting to calm down a stranger like himself. That is, until her gaze strayed into the classroom and landed on the offending scene that lay before them—then she, too, began to freak out. A boy with somewhat messy blond hair gave him a look which Sora quickly deciphered to be one of those ‘oh my god, seriously?’ looks—he was quite used to seeing the same look on people that he came in contact with, it seemed to be one of those looks that he seemed to attract from other people. Though, he had no idea why people seemed to find that to be an acceptable expression to use when dealing with the brunet boy. The blond scoffed, punching the ‘body’ to the floor and then saying some…rather unkind words not only directed as Sora [well, about his wetting himself over the situation, but seriously! Was that not a normal reaction for one to have when discovering a murder scene? All these unaffected kids must either be some seriously crazed up frootloops for not caring or just be incredibly morbid for not finding this out of the ordinary] but also towards whoever had decided to play such a cruel and sick joke on the class. “Gee, thanks for being so sympathetic.

[/color]” He muttered sarcastically to the boy after shaking off his previous fear of the situation after seeing that it was merely a mannequin and not a real live dead human being. He turned to the girl who had tried her hand at comforting him in the doorway earlier and offered a smile, his lips twitching at the corners from his frayed nerves, his heart still pumping adrenalin through him, “T-thanks for before. Man, if this is the professor’s idea of a joke—he must be one sick weirdo…[/color]”
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[takehiroryuga]

This was Takehiro's chance to do some scaring. He knew most of them would be numb to this sort of thing, but he had to at least scare Sora. Coming from behind, he jumped up and yelled, "WELCOME TO YOUR DOOOM!"
Hopefully, that was enough to scare them. He was never good with pranks, but Ryuzaki could have probably done a great one in the amount of time it took him to do this. Then again, Ryuzaki only did pranks when he knew he was not going to be seen or caught. He hated interaction with most people. He then took the knife out of the body and began ranting like a madman, which was his character.
"Who shall be my first victim?! Is it you?!"
He pointed the knife at Sora. Unbeknownst to most, he was actually pretty good with weapons, but he prefered the use of his feet to anything else. He put the knife dangerously close to Sora's kneck then tripped him with his left foot. It was a basic takedown maneuver he had learned when he took capoera classes. It was "supposed" to be a black belt maneuver, but Takehiro knew that was just a way to make people feel good about mastering said "Black Belt Technique."

[Akira Katsu Saito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__N4J7S1MGhA/Scqd4oYu3zI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TfBqpcotpME/s400/Vintage-Pattern_Black.gif); height: 400px; width: 400px; border: 10px #0A0A0A solid; padding: 10 0 12 12] I remember black skies the lightning all around me, I remember each flash as time began to blur. Dressed in his loose black pants with a light green shirt and dark green tie, the five foot eleven twenty-one year old made his way to his first class of the day. Developmental Psychology. It was one of his many classes this term and one of two that he'd be taking today. After this class ended, he'd have a while before his second and final class for the day. He'd probably go to the library to read. Ignoring everything that was currently going on in the class (as far as the other students were concerned) he moved to a desk at the back of the class and dropped his bag and his hoodie on to the floor beside the chair. After that, he took a look around. There were seven other students so far. He didn't see the teacher anywhere. The 'dead body' on the table at the front didn't bother him any. He wasn't the 'weak-stomached' type. If he were, he wouldn't be taking Criminal Justice classes. And he probably wouldn't watch some of the things he watched either. Besides. He was pretty sure the body wasn't real anyway. Was the professor trying to scare them or something? Even the bloody message written on the board screamed 'fake' to him. The 'blood' didn't look all that real. The color seemed fairly accurate but something just seemed off about it to him. Of course, unless it was actually real blood (which he doubted) it must have been food-coloring. The guys should have gone to the blood bank and asked for a packet or two. That would have been much more realistic. Well, if he heated it up a little to make it warmer and all at least. .Wordcount: 300 .Place: Golisano - 2nd Floor - Psychology .Tags: Tenshi, Takehiro, Ryuzaki, Zeran, Sora, Minato, Imari, Erazia. .Notes: I was too lazy to read all of the posts... so yeah. .Lyrics: New Divide by Linkin Park Post Table made by MARIA, from OTE, BS and MONOCHROME.

[alex]

"Who shall be my first victim?! Is it you?!" The first words she heard as she entered the room and she just blinked a few times.

Yeah wonderful, the hell is this an insane asylum for the mentally unstable? People were already there and she caught a glimpse of someone who was in another of her classes. A sigh escaped her as she strolled towards the guy running around with a knife sticking a foot out directly in his path to trip him before a hand lashed out to take the knife from him.

After taking the knife she slammed the thing in to the table beside the manequin and then checked the manequin over.

"Eh." A glance around the room.

"Yeah practical joke is over, come out and teach before I drag you out of wherever you're hiding. No joke on that, we came here to learn not to fuck around." The male-esque tones came from her, a perfect disguise a grumble from her as she glanced around the room for a possible hiding place seeing the cupboard she rolled her eyes.

Strolling towards that she gave the cupboard a good kick.

"Get out of there before I report you to the principal for screwing around and not doing your job."

[Cloud Strife]

Cloud strolled towards his class room, not really caring one way or the other if he got to class late or not. Psych had been a split second decision to take up so he wasn’t too worried about it. He was pretty sure he could ace this class with no real effort. Then again KU always did have a way of surprising him when it came to the people who taught the classes. He wondered what the Psych teacher would be like and if he made the right decision in taking the class. He wondered if it would be fun or even interesting and he certainly hoped he wouldn’t regret making the decision to take it.

The first moment he set foot in the class room he was tempted to turn right around and leave. What was obviously a “bloody” mannequin was set up to be the professor (which Cloud thought was just stupid) and one kid was ordering the…professor? Out of a cupboard. Certainly not what he had expected the class to turn out to be. Running a hand through his spiky hair Cloud rolled his eyes and took a seat by the window. Leaning back on his chair he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and rested his legs on the desk. He wasn’t even going to bother to stress the whole situation. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway.

[aster]

So Aster had been there the entire time, just sat in the classroom when it all began, he just ignored it. Shrugged it off and slipped his headphones on turning the music up to full blast as he put his feet up on a desk. Though he did keep opening his eyes every now and then. Slipping out an eraser from his bag he aimed carefully. No one would've been paying attention to him in all the fray, and then? As Takehiro brought the nife to another student? Aster launched the eraser across the room with a precise aim, he wasn't the president of the Archery and Martial arts club for nothing. Then he shook his head at the rest of the class before he slipped his headphones off and got to his feet.

"Guys. Chill out, the body is fake, the teacher is hiding, this is all some game he's thought up in his head to test our nerves, so stop acting like a bunch of three year olds and just sit down and wait for the God damned teacher!" With that said he sat himself down again and put his headphones back on, may as well laze around if people weren't going to listen.

[tenshisekiyo]

Great, someone was kicking the cabinet. Ah well, he was prepared. He had dug an extra door covered by some supplies that led to the entrance of the Golisano building. He had originally was going to use it as a fire escape, but this seemed to work for escapes of other natures. He opened the door as quietly as possible and began walking through the dirt tunnel. It was wide enough to fit three average size students walking side by side and was eight feet in height. It puzzled him as to why there was this tunnel already here, but he guessed it could be an old fire escape route. Maybe after school, he could ask the History or Sociology teachers? He made it to the door and walked outside with suitcase in hand. He began leisurely strolling to his class with a bottle of water in hand. He sipped it casually then stopped at the entrance of his dorm. He saw a couple of people just standing there. Unfortunately, he was not small enough to fit. Heck, he need to duck as it was. He tapped a brunette boy on the shoulder.
"Um, excuse me. I need to get through if you don't mind.", he asked politely. He saw the mannequin and the crazy kid with food coloring on his face and nearly laughed. He removed the knife from the person who had taken it from who looked to be Takehiro Ryuga. At least the hair and epileptic eyes fit his picture.
"Thank you very much for the new knife for the collection. Mr. Ryuga, go to the bathroom and wash that off and grab your brother from that corner while you are at it please. Oh dear, someone messed with the mannequin again." He sighed, trying to be the best actor he could be.