Thread:Idolatry/@comment-14463510-20131112000457

This was a fanfic requested by the amazing Idoltary (and KazuGami, the less amazing one). It’s a parody of Alice in the Land of [Insert Card Suit here] using my own OCs. Character roles will match, although personalities might (99.5%) not. Plot will also digress as “Alice” will not follow the EXACT same footsteps. To clear confusion that might occur. Clara is the “Alice” equivalent, while Ria is the “Lorina” equivalent. No they are not related. It was a bright and sunny day. A crisp autumn wind blew through the air, rustling branches and sending leaves flying throughout the area. There was not a cloud to be seen, so the sun shown with all its beautiful radiance, illuminating the two girls that were walking on the sidewalk, side by side, to school. The girl on the left has dark brown hair tied in a ponytail and is wearing a beige school uniform. The girl on the right has jet black hair, tied in two ponytails with each ponytail dyed a different color, and is wearing a black leather jacket over her school uniform. “I can’t believe this,” the girl on the left sniffled. Her schoolbag was slung over her right shoulder, the contents perfectly placed. Her coffee brown skirt ruffled slightly as the wind blew around, signaling the coming of fall. “Can’t believe what Clara?” the other girl asked, turning her head to face Clara, showing off her heterochromatic red and orange eyes. She looked a bit bored, as if walking to school was a bit of a nuisance, her schoolbag carelessly slung over her shoulder. “That I have to wear a dress Ria!” Clara sniffed. “I also have no idea why this school only has a uniform of girls, yet only a dress code for guys!” “Well, the school is practically eighty-five percent boys, so don’t expect a prom, ever,” Ria laughed. “So a school uniform is given to any girls that are actually accepted here so guys don’t stare you over. Truth to be told, the principal couldn’t care less what you were wearing as long as it doesn’t look suggestive. I’m just wearing my uniform today to support you.” Ria knew how timid Clara was in real life and would probably have worn a uniform that she didn’t want to everyday. “Oh, that’s a relief,” Clara sighed. “Thanks for walking me here today.” “It’s not a problem!” Ria said smiling. “That’s what friends are for. Although, I won’t be able to help you after today…” “Eh?! Why not!” Clara exclaimed. She was frightened that she would instantly be picked on without Ria to help back her up. Technically due to her ability she could probably whap whoever picked on her without a problem, but Clara wasn’t that kind of person. “I’m leaving for a two month trip to Japan,” Ria said, “I won a competition and am going to be spending two months learning Japanese and living in a Japanese life-style. Since my grades were perfect last year, the principal approves of my two month leave as long as they don’t drop when I come back.” “Wow, you’re so amazing,” Clara admired. “I wish I was just like you.” “You could be if you wanted,” Ria grinned. “Just try a bit and you can be as perfect as me. Oh I think we’re here.” The school loomed in front of Ria and Clara. It looked like an ordinary school from the outside. On a small stone sign inlaid with marble, it stated Syndicate College – Founded in 1961. However, despite being founded in 1961, the school looked like it was made just this year. Being of the most prestigious private colleges in the world, it had been constantly remodeled to look new. The school always had the latest technology. Strangely, no true famous person ever graduated from there and no one ever applied … “Wow, this school looks brand new,” Clara said, eyes wide. “Well, we better get in,” Ria said, bored with the school already. Just like with middle school and high school, Ria never had to try to get perfect grades. Ria had way above average IQ, making even the smartest mathematicians and scientists look like grade-schoolers. She also had another gift as well… “Good point, I don’t want to be late to my first class,” Clara noted, pushing the door open as she and Ria walked into the school. Ria stared at the outside world one last time with a strange expression before following Clara quickly into the school. The first thing that Clara noted in the school was how clean it was. The floor was immaculate polished without a single shred of garbage on the floor. The walls were in good condition and the bulletin boards had perfectly aligned papers. There was also not a single person in the hallways. Clara nervously stared at a clock and noted that first period had already started. “Don’t worry too much Clara,” Ria said, reading her friend’s thoughts exactly. “You’re expected in main office anyway to receive your schedule. I need to leave soon too so let’s go.” “Oh alright,” Clara said, relieved that she wasn’t truly late on her first day of college. The two of them quickly made their way to the main office. It was just as neat as the rest of the main college building. Clara wondered if the main school grounds, dormitories, and other buildings were this neat as well. Thanks to Ria’s navigation, the two of them found the main office quickly. There was only one man in the office and he looked quite distracted when giving Clara her schedule, magnetic pass, and dorm key. He did look quite surprised when Clara politely said thank you though. “Alright, let me see your schedule,” Ria said as she grabbed a map of the college on their way out of the room. She made markings on the map to indicate where Clara should go for her classes and where her dorm room was. “Since it’s your first day here, your teachers wouldn’t mind you not going to class anyway. I’ll show you where your dorm room is, but I need to go after that.” “Thanks Ria,” Clara smiled. “You’re making this so much easier.” “No problem,” Ria muttered, quickly leading Ria to the dorm rooms. They came up to a door numbered 614. Clara used her key to open the door and they went inside. Just like the rest of the campus, which Clara noted as Ria led her across the college grounds, looked perfect like it came out of a storybook. The dorm clearly was meant for two people and one side of the room looked clearly occupied by someone. “Well, I guess you can sit around until someone pops up or you can explore the campus so you don’t get lost,” Ria stated and then noticed the two unopened suitcases on the floor. “Want me to help you unpack?” “Oh no, it’s fine,” Clara said, walking over to the two suitcases. “I can manage this much on my own. I took up enough of your time Ria. You probably should head to your flight.” “Alright then Clara,” Ria said, heading out the door. “I’ll text you once something interesting happens in Japan, like puffer fish poisoning or something.” “Please don’t kill yourself,” Clara sweat-dropped as she took out a shirt to hang into the closet. “Bye.” Ria nodded and quickly left, leaving Clara to unpack her things. Clara busied herself for the next hour, unpacking everything. Technically it only should have taken about twenty minutes, except the cleanliness and her own desire to emulate Ria’s perfect made her make sure each shirt was hung up probably, each set of jeans and pants was folded identically, each of her books were placed parallel to the sides of the desk, and that not a single thing was out of place. “Well, it slightly feels like home now,” Clara smiled, staring at how neat her side of the room was, despite unpacking two suitcases, which were now tucked under her bed. She sat on her bed, bouncing up slightly, looking at her half of the room. Her closet was made out of mahogany and her shirts were all lined up inside. Three different sets of heels also rested inside with her shirts. Her jeans were folded neatly in the small cubby on the bottom of the cabinet. She had a poster taped up to her wall right next to the window. Her desk had several papers and some books on it. Pictures of her and her friends dominated most of the shelves. Once she was done, Clara pulled out the pamphlet about Syndicate College. As she was reading through it, the sound of her phone vibrating shocked her and caused her to drop her pamphlet. Getting over her initial shock, she picked up the phone. “Hey Clara, everything fine for now?” Ria asked over the phone, putting a smile to Clara’s face. Even when busy, Ria always tried to help Clara out, especially since Ria knew how scared Clara was of her first day in such a … prestigious college. “Everything is just fine,” Clara replied, picking the pamphlet off the floor. She noted that the dining hall was open from seven in the morning to ten at night. “I just finished unpacking my stuff. Where are you?” “I’m on the plane,” Ria said. “I thought that you couldn’t get service while on a plane…” Clara thought and said aloud. “I’m using a satellite phone darling…” Ria reminded Clara. “Didn’t I tell you I have a satellite phone that my friend made for me?” “I have no recollection of that,” Clara sighed. “You’re not reverting back to your old ways are you?” “Where’s the trust,” Ria laughed. “Don’t worry, I promise you this satellite phone is legitimate. Well, I don’t think I can stay on much longer. I’m sure the flight attendants would find someone chatting on a phone suspicious, even in first class.” “Alright, and please don’t eat puffer fish,” Clara sighed, hanging up. Clara then turned her focus back onto the pamphlet. After digesting the pamphlet information, Clara looked at the map that Ria had picked up and marked for her. Deciding that she probably should get an early lunch to avoid the masses of students, Clara folded the map up and headed toward the dining hall. Clara tried to stay as small as possible while she walked toward the dining hall. Several classes had already ended so multiple students were already walking around. Clara tried not to seem lonely since every student seemed to be with friends. They all seemed to have some distant gaze though, as if they weren’t really focused on what they were doing. Either way, Clara quickly went toward the dining hall. She swiped her new pass over the scanner and entered the dining hall. Inside was much different than outside. Clara had assumed that not many people would be inside the dining hall since she was still an hour early for lunch. She was dead wrong with her assumption. The place was packed. There were zero unoccupied tables. Cursing at her fate, Clara was stuck between getting food and trying to find an unoccupied table and ditching the place altogether and just stay in her room and occupy herself with her laptop. Her growling stomach made up her mind for her. The dining hall had a buffet like course with a small counter where you paid for a tray. To the side of the counter, there were several trays with a sign saying V.I.P. only. Strangely, her card, which she knew had money on it, kept on getting invalid on the swipe screen. “Um excuse me,” Clara asked one of the people behind the counters. “But is this machine broken?” “Oh, you’re not supposed to use your card for trays!” the woman behind the counter said. Like the previous people Clara met, this woman seemed to be distracted by something as well; her eyes were focused on Clara, but not really noticing her. “You are one of the people who take from the V.I.P. trays!” “Eh? But… Oh…” Clara was about to protest, but thought better of it. She assumed that Ria had something to do behind this. “Thank you and sorry for bothering you…” The woman looked surprised to see Clara apologized but said no more. Clara quickly grabbed a tray form the ones labeled V.I.P. and quickly grabbed food off the variety that was presented. She didn’t take much since she wasn’t that hungry and she wanted to get out of the dining hall as soon as she could. She felt slightly bad when she saw another student use their card to buy a tray to get food. First things first, I’ve got to tell Ria that she can’t keep doing these favors for me, Clara thought as she looked around for a place to sit. She spotted a table where it seemed some guy was sleeping. She zoomed toward the table and plopped her tray down. She busied herself with eating so that she could zip out of the dining hall when she felt something staring at her. She looked up from her bowl of soup to see that the person wasn’t sleeping at all. Red-molten eyes stared at her from across the table. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. The boy was about to open his mouth to speak when Clara sat up and dashed out of the room, causing several people to stare at the commotion. The molten-eyed boy just stared at Clara’s running form and after she left, at her unfinished lunch. He took a bit out of her uneaten sandwich and smiled. “Welcome to the game,” he said, taking another bite out of the sandwich. “You make quite nice sandwiches.” 