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A light blue chandelier hung from the ceiling, rocking slightly inside a bizarre-looking room. The walls were covered in blue and black bending diagonal lines. Inside the black line was a row of white dots, always staying dead centre. The blue line, similar to the black one had a row of black dots, also staying in the centre, even the bends.
The ceiling was domed-shaped and covered in the same lines as the ones on the walls, as the lines on the wall continued onto the ceiling. The lines themselves seemed to move slowly as they spiralled upwards to the chandelier.
A large circular table with a blue and black covering sat under the chandelier. Placed around the table were ten chairs, all except one were filled in by someone.
People, of all different ages, were seated. Waiting for the final seat to be filled in. One of them was a young girl around 8. She had porcelain white skin, long blue and black hair and wore a long white dress with black dots scattered all over it.
She was drawing in a large thick book and occasionally showing her incredibly detailed drawings to a twenty-year-old, young woman that sat next to next to her.
The young woman had light chocolate skin, and long orange and black hair. She wore a yellow top, a black studded leather jacket with a flame motif, black jeans and shiny pointed black shoes. She seemed to enjoy watching as the girl quickly drew up all sorts of detailed and sometimes creepy creatures and places.
On the other side of the young girl was a teen; around 16 or 17 sleeping. She had light-olive skin and long dark purple hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a loose white and black striped shirt, a large white lab coat and grey jogging bottoms that barely hid her curvaceous figure.
On the other side of the table, next to the empty seat, was a smartly dressed yet slightly agitated young boy who was furiously tapping his right foot.
He had slicked back long white hair with a few sporadic black strands. He wore a two-piece vertical striped black and grey suit with a tie fixated perfectly on his neck. Small black-tinted glasses rested on his face, as to did a black watch on his left wrist. Both his hand were covered by gloves and on his feet, he wore shiny black shoes.
If you were to see him on the street, from just his appearance alone, you would never guess how aggressive and dangerous he really was.
On the other side of the empty chair was an older yet still young dark-skinned boy. He had black hair and wore a black and orange striped high-collar trench coat. Underneath the trench coat, he wore a white shirt and black trousers. On his head, he wore a black conductor's hat with an orange stripe going around its base. He wore similar black gloves to the boy next to him. Though his had white lines going from the wrist up to the tips of the fingers.
"Jacana calm down why don't you, it's not worth getting upset about." Jackdaw, the boy in the trench coat said.
Jacana, whose body was starting to crackle with electricity, angrily spoke back to Jackdaw. "Not getting upset about? I was never told of this information!"
"Yeah well, we didn't know until recently so it's not really our fault." Jackdaw countered back.
Before they could get into their little argument a white door opened up behind them. And not too long later a young man walked out the door; with it closing behind him and disappearing.
He had snow-white skin, combed long black hair with five thin lines of red hair going from his hairline to his ends. His iris was a dark red with a large white ring inside it.
He wore a sleeveless black shirt, a grey and pink cropped thin jacket, blue jeans and white trainers.
"Hey there. Sorry I'm a bit late. My Stands needed to tell me something." He said nonchalantly. His entire demeanour was very relaxed. It almost sounded like he didn't care at all.
"Tell you what? Huh?" Jacana yelled. "That you were bloody late! Sit down before I make you!"
Simply smiling as he was being yelled at. Chandra took his seat without any fuss. After all, The Killing Moon said that he wouldn't come to harm within the next three days.
"Now then, since we're all here. We can get started." A man, who sat at one of the ends of the table said. His figure was obscured by the abnormal darkness that surrounded him.
"Does anyone have any idea of what we saw last night?" The man asked.
No one said anything as they all looked towards the currently sleeping teen. The young 8-year-old who was sitting next to her gently shook her awake.
With a yawn she woke up. "Unless this is important I'm going back to sleep." She said slightly annoyed.