Yes! The APS is up and running!

We'll begin with it being a normal school day, not long before the bell rings for first hour.

Should I add some pictures of a high school for reference?

Sanders was seated in his first hour class, reading and stroking Pisca's back as he waited for class to begin. This fishing cat was stretched out across his lap, eyes closed. The teacher entered, and Sanders sat up. When all the teacher did was shuffle some papers around, he relaxed and returned to his book.

Connor leaned against the corner of the hallway, listening to music as he watched kids pass. Senra stood between his feet, picking at his shoelaces. His backpack was resting beside him. Connor knew it wasn't long until school started, but he wasn't far from his classroom.

Katarina turned the corner, bumping into Connor and dropping her books. The boy's raven jumped back, cawing, as Connor stumbled and tripped over his backpack. "Watch it!" she snapped, gathering up her scattered books and giving Connor a look of contempt. Akila hissed, swooping down before soaring back up to the roof of the hallway. "Clumsy idiot," Katarina muttered under her breath as she continued on her way to class.

(I'd type more but I have to log off.)

Edison tensely watched as Mrs. Conrad write a complicated math equation on the board, easy... He was about to raise his hand, but then he heard the PA crackle with static. Then, the school secretary's voice spilled into the room. "Mrs. Conrad? Please send Edison Tom Yazra to the office right away. He had an emergency phone call." Edison sat still. No... No... Please, no... He froze for two seconds. He saw Mrs. Conrad nod and he jumped up, and started to run out of class. Even though he knew running wasn't allowed... He ran down the stairs and into the office. The secretary pointed to the nurse's office. "There's no one there, Edison. Push the button for line three. Here, I'll close the door so you can have som privacy." She offered as Edison glumly trudged inside. He knew what the phone call would be. That Isabel...had probably died... His fingers were cold and clammy. He heard the door click shut. He pressed the button. "H-hello?" He stammered. "Is this Edison Tom Yazra? If so, you must come to the hospital right away." A man's voice said through the phone. "This is Edison To Yazra..." He said. His force almost breaking. "Then you must come this instant. Were afraid we have some...unfortunate news for you." The voice said softly. Edison punched the end call button and swung the door open furiously. The secretary looked up at him. "Is everything all right, Mr. Yazra?" Edison didn't answer as he dashed out the front office and down the hallway. He kicked the doors opened and rushed outside to his car. He grabbed his car keys and climbed in. He put the key in ignition and backed out the parking spot and sped to the hospital. He arrived 3 minutes later and neatly crashed into the hospital. "She isn't dead..." He whispered and ran to the receptionist. "Edison Yazra, Isabel Yukio Yazra's brother." He said breathlessly. "Floor 4, room number 375." The man instructed, pointing to a nearby elevator. "Thank you." Edison muttered and charged to the elevator as it opened and he collided inside and pressed the button marked floor 4. It lighted up and he could feel the elevator move up. Stupid elevator music filled the small space. He heard a ding and the doors opened. He ran out, only missing a nurse wheeling a man in a wheelchair and he saw her glare at him unapproved. He skidded into a hallway and looked up. A sign said Rm. 350-375. He trembled as he ran to room 375. He saw the door was open and pushed it wider. There was a monitor...he looked at it. He heard beeping and a flat line. Then, he noticed a man in a white coat sitting on a chair. "Edison Yazra, I'm sorry, your sister is dead." He said, how voice completely calm. "We operated on her, but she didn't survive. I'm very sorry." He said, shaking his head. "Let me see her!" Edison demanded, grabbing the man by the collar. He felt tears spring to his eyes. No...it couldn't be. "Show me! She can't be dead!" He shouted. His vision started to blur as tears took over. The doctor nodded. "If you wish." He said and led him to a curtained bed. He slid the curtain open. There lay a young girl...13 years old. Her skin was death pale. Isabel. It was Isabel. He felt dizzy. "Isabel...no, no... No, you can be dead! Isabel!" He shouted as he reached out for his sister. He touched her skin. Cold. Cold as ice. Cold as death. "NO!!!" He yelled. "Not Isabel!" He started crying and took his hand away from his sister's dead body. He stepped away and fell into a chair, sobbing hysterically. "You call yourself a doctor?!" He shrieked, suddenly standing up and then grabbing the man by a throat. "You could've done more! You hear me?" He squeezed his hand. He felt uncontrollable. His vision was actually tinted red. He had never felt this way. His sadness, now taken over by pure anger, overtook him and he heard the man make a gurgling and choking sound. He had never been violent...but he could be. He felt fiery power race up his arm as he squeezed even harder. The man stopped moving. Edison gasped and released his grip. His vision was normal again. He stared down in horror at the now limp body. He saw the man's face. It held permanent surprise. He saw the tongue lolling out. What had he done? He felt himself get lightheaded and started trembling. "I'm sorry, Izzy, I'm so sorry..." He whispered. "I won't let these people get you.." He said suddenly, a sick smile suddenly leaping to his face. He shivered. "I won't let them hurt you again..." He whispered and then let out an evil laugh. "I will take revenge on them!" He screeched. His vision once again was tinted red. He picked up a knife nearby and raised it above the dead man. "They won't hurt you ever again..." He said and plunged the knife into the man. Bright red blood exploded onto his clothes. He heard footsteps ring in the hallway and stopped. He threw open the foot. "You won't hurt my sister!" He screamed and started thrusting the knife at no particular target. He laughed maniacally and started running down the hall. He could hear footsteps behind. "Get him!" Someone behind him yelled. "He's got a knife!" He was near the elevator and miraculously, it opened up just as he approached it. He jumped inside and pressed floor one. He saw an arm poke through the doorway as the sliding doors closed on it, he heard a scream of pain as the elevator dropped. Sighing, he slumped against the wall and stated sobbing hysterically. "I...won't let...them hurt...you ever again!" He said. He heard a ring and the doors opened. He shot up and ran out. "Are you alright, sir?" A woman asked. He smiled an evil smile. "I'm better!" He said, his voice distant and cold. "I'm a lot better!" He yelled, running outside laughing uncontrollably. "I'm better than ever!" He screeched. But then, he felt something grab his shoulder. "Let go!" He yelled and wrenched himself around. He stared into the eyes of a police officer. "Come with me, boy. Hand over the knife." He said calmly. "Or I'll shoot." He threatened. "Never...you all, you will al did, you al hurt her!" He helped, his hand plunging the knife into the officer's chest. But before he did, he heard a gunshot. He stood still for a few seconds before pain dug into his leg. "You'll all pay! You'll pay! I'll get my revenge!" He yelled, his voice strained from the pain from his leg. He being down and looked at all the blood around him. "Oh man..." He said, clutching his leg as the pain seared. "They will pay...with their life..." He said, his voice cracking. He leg collapsed and he fell to the ground and started breathing hard. "They will all pay!" He said. He sat up and groaned. "My leg...my leg..." He whimpered. All the insanity drained from his body and his body suddenly felt cod and tired. He then unwillingly stood up, leaning against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and then started limping forward.

((Anyone wanna help him?))

Isac jumped up as something burned his leg. He looked down at his legs. Nothing. He flapped his wings and rose up. Edison! Where was he? He started for the open window.

((Oh, good lord that was a long post. OoO I think that's the first time I typed that much...))

Kurosu walked down the hallway, left hand in his jacket's front pockets while he played with the sole ear plug he had been using absentmindedly. with his right.. The song he played was soft and melodic, and he appreciated the singer's voice, despite knowing it to be a virtual singer. Orochi lay coiled around his neck like a scarf, not to tight, but not too loose to the point he could touch the floor. His head was rested upon Kurosu's, who paid no heed to the serpent who had the other ear plug near his own ears, listening in on the music his partner was hearing.
Suddenly, Orochi's head was erect, turning slowly around to look at his surroundings. I smell blood... The snake hissed at Kurosu. The male sighed, about to retort when Orochi told he the smell was getting stronger, and it didn't smell like just the scent of one person's blood, but that of many. Kurosu paused slightly in his steps, before walking forward gingerly. Soon, he saw a limping figure outside the hospital. Where was he going? Giving a sigh - the male didn't like to converse - he walked up to the man. "You should get the limp checked." He said curtly, as Orochi reared his head and hissed.

((He's outside! XD))

((ooooooh kk, redoing... or actually, editing... And.... Done!))

"No...they killed her...they killed my sister...but she's alive, she's alive...they'll pay..." He said as he leaned against the wall. His leg was throbbing with agony. "They can't hurt her again...I won't let them..." He said and sighed. "They'll pay...pay with their life..." He said as he looked at the new person in the eye.

((How did he miss the dead policeman and the knife? XD))

((I'm assuming the hospital has different wings, and the wing Kurosu came from was different from that of Edison's and that the policeman was further up ahead the wing Edison came from >< Of course, he didn't notice the knife, but Orochi did, hence why the snake hissed... BAD SNAKE! That's not how you greet people D:))

.. Please tell me you see the knife, Kurosu-kun... Orochi said wearily. It was bloodstained, as were the stranger's clothes. Kurosu now took this moment to get a better look at the stranger's attire, and noticed the blood and true enough, knife that he held in his hands. But.. what the male was saying confused Kurosu, though he did not show it. Tugging off his earplugs - earning another hiss from Orochi - Kurosu took a step forward, calling out to the man. "Hey, you alright over there?" Orochi prepared to fight, and he slowly uncoiled himself, settling atop Kurosu's head.

*sigh*
Again, I'd post but I don't have the time. I'll log on tonight.