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The pool is connected to the Garden and has a hallway that after several steps begins to have steps and water, the small "hallway of water" leads to the pool which lies in the basement that is rather creepy and large. In the basement, there is an open that is the entrance to a tunnel that leads to the main entrance.

Golden eyes skimmed over the top of the resting water- thick black lashes shadowing those vibrant eyes, despite the fact that the males hair was so light in color. His skin seemed to lack almost any hint of color, making the light from under the water cast an eerie but almost enchanting glow to the males pale complexion. Why was he down in the basement, staring at the water? Because there was nowhere else he really wanted to be. He didn't particularly know anyone in this school and he had already figured that being what he was, he wasn't going to get a warm reception. Perhaps he was being pessimistic, but after a life full of rejection it was simply easier to avoid conflict before it could happen.

For a moment he pursed his lips, before smacking them together and walking closer to the waters edge, looking down at his reflection in the water- squinting slightly at his blurred figure. A soft hum like sigh slipped from his lips as he took a step back from the pool again and let his gaze wander the room. It was rather dank and not exactly an inviting place, quite a bit different from the rest of the school- this place just seemed cryptic and he couldn't help but wonder why they would put the pool in the basement... He was sure the aquatic creatures of this academy couldn't be too pleased with the scenery.

Silently the male clad in all white took a seat and slipped his book bag off, opening it up to pull out a book that seemed extremely worn out- even the title was no longer legible on the spine of the book. Nova did not seem to mind however and simply set to letting his eyes skim over the inky letters scribed on the pages.

Nova had been so caught up in the words on the old soft pages of the book that he full on flinched at the sound of another beings voice. He fumbled with the book for a moment, before getting a firm grasp on it once more and letting his gaze drift towards the creature whom had pulled him out of his own little world. The man - obvious from his voice- that walked towards the pools edge looked anything but pleasant, but... Well, Nova had experienced so many nightmares growing up that seeing someone who was supposedly frightening in reality did not really, faze him, anymore. As a child he probably would have been up and run off by now.

"Should I be? Clothes are replaceable.. If they get wet- then they can be dried" He stated carefully, choosing his words in a manner that he hoped would not seem too disrespectful, but he had a habit of being frank. "or do you talk of my choice of color or... rather, lack there of. It's not too hard to keep this clean" He added, looking down at himself now.

The shadows that clustered around the male only reminded him of nightmares, things he had grown so accustomed too... but the man seemed anything but fazed by them- they were a part of his being he supposed, just as dreams were a part of his. "Did I disturb you? If so I...apologize" he added, an unsure note ringing through in his voice. Despite the fact that The pale blonde had such a lithe figure and a more introverted disposition, he did not speak with a soft voice. His tone was almost melodious, with a hint of huskiness and an accent that could almost be placed as Welsh.
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Nova's eyes seemed to dilate as they adjusted to the sudden change in the males appearance- the shadows no longer making the room seem so dim. He did indeed take note of the males appearance, including the many scars which caused the unspoken question as to how those were obtained to burn at the back of his mind. " I see" He commented in response to the other male having tried to wear white at some point in his life, which he presumed was a long life as his had been thus far. He couldn't really help the twitched of his lips as they turned up only slightly when the other spoke of being too tired to tell him to go away- but the smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared.

His golden gaze was met by deep violet orbs which definitely portrayed the male as an old soul- just as he was sure his own golden eyes did. He'd been told before that despite the beautiful color of his eyes, they were sad and riddled with hidden thoughts and emotions simply begging to be let out...and mentally he had agreed to that statement.

It took him a moment to process the question, before he let his eyes slid down to the book in his hand "Antony and Cleopatra- William Shakespeare.... It's one of the first original copies so it's a bit decrepit now." he stated simply, making sure to handle the book with care. He had a certain amount of respect for play writes and authors...they were people who could put their dreams on pieces of paper and share them with the world. Nova however, was unable to think of doing such a thing and in a way he thought himself a coward for that...because he was sure he had so many beautiful and terrible thoughts and ideas he could share with the world.

"If I may be so bold as to ask- why sleep here when there are dorm rooms available to all?" He murmured- though honestly he didn't even know his own dorm yet. He hadn't gone to the front office...which he was sure he was supposed to do but this being the beginning of the school year he figured there would be far too many people around and he wasn't exactly up to being in a small room with a big crowd.
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Abel walked into the dark, his bright blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark, the rest of his body was dark due, well to how dark the room was. The room was nice and quiet with a glowing pool. He didn't intend to go swimming, but was tempted now seeing the pool. He took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter from his pocket, the flame revealed bright orange reddish hair over his narrow blue eyes. The real reason to coming down here was to smoke anyway. He walked closer to the pool as he took a puff from his cigarette, the glow from the pull revealed sharp pointed white ears and a white skin tone, he was white as if a corps had been drained of blood, he wore a lot of clothing, a nice button down shirt that showed a little of his chest, a vest was covering most of the shirt followed by a dark blue jacket. He was used to covering all of his skin, it was strange for people not to second glance him and wander if he was dieing or something. He heard that this was a smoke free place, but he didn't think that the cigarettes suppressed his erges.
He noticed something that he didn't before... Voices. Damn... He expected this place to be deserted, but I guess in a school for creatures of the night, you'd expect people to be in the darkest of places... He heard bits and pieces of there conversation, but wasn't trying to eaves drop or anything, so he didn't really pay any attention. All he heard was something about a book... He walked back closer to the shadows, he was sure one of them would notice him, and he didn't really feel like being seen. His skin always made people wonder, and he was tired of answer questions with lies. He sat down at the corner and closed his eyes as he took another drag from the lit cigarette and exhaled the the smoke. He did his best to imagine what school would be like, a constant drag of trying to control himself from turning into a savage. Maybe school wasn't such a good idea... he spoke softly to himself.

When he first felt someone breech the shadows he had laid out within the entire room, the smoke returned to covering him completely as an annoyed growl ripped through him. It only increased further when he saw yet another person come in and help himself to the pool. Suddenly his place of peace seemed to only be a place for a couple of fools. As he clenched his fists in frustration, the room grew darker and the water began to grow murky again as his shadowy smoke plagued it. "I have forgotten that Evangeline was sending out more acceptance letters this week. She could have warned me!" Closing his eyes, the demon tried to calm himself, but it did nothing to lesson the darkness of the room, hushed whispers and hellish screams filling it.

Taking a deep breath, the demon opened his eyes and looked at the other demon in the water. His voice only sounded more old and tired as he spoke than anything else. To think that a demon like the one before him could have such mundane traits was a little annoying. "It would be wise to have a little more self-control and awareness of what is around you. If you don't pay better attention, you will get yourself hurt. You may be a demon, but we are not invincible my friend, that I have learned for myself."

Slowly, his eyes turned to the elf that was mostly blanketed by his growing darkness. "And you, the rules of no smoking are there for a reason. Some beings can be killed by just a mere puff of it. Doing it in an enclosed space is just mad. If you aren't going to listen to her rules, do that in the town or outside where it doesn't endanger anyone else."

His eyes returned to the man he had once been speaking to, his throat clearing and softening only a little. "I don't seem to have much of an issue with you. There is age within your eyes and you seem like you can carry yourself well enough." That was probably as close to a compliment as the demon was going to get to, but it he was rusty since it had been ages since he last had been kind. When you are over 5000 years old, everything can sometimes blur together.

He heard the other struggle in the water, his shadows picking up his fear. Laughter could now be heard with the screams. Even so, Caesar's eyes seemed to show no amusement in the other struggling. It only reminded him of when he himself had been so afraid. He never thought he would be at the mercy of a human like he was when he met that man. Sighing, the demon cleared the shadows from the water but left the rest of the room dark. "You have no need to apologize brother. I was simply giving you words of wisdom so you do not suffer the same fate as I had." Even though the darkness stayed, after hearing his voice, the shadows reduced to hushed whispers and soft sighs. "I do not mind you swimming here, but I do need the darkness around us to stay in order to remain calm, so if you fear it, stay in the light of the water."

It still puzzled him that a demon disliked the darkness. Each demon had its own element that it was made to bond with. Shadow demons were rare and so few in numbers that Caesar may have very well been the last. There were demon's that could use some shadow magic, but only true shadow demons were created from the darkest pits of hell as Caesar had been. Even so, most demons found solace in the darkness and it was a little surprising that this one didn't. "How is it that you fear darkness? Are you not a true demon?"

Abel saw the demon get angered when the other demon stumbled in the place, he found it amusing as he took another drag of the smoke from the cigarette. When he heard the voices and screams, it did not seem to affect him at all, he just blocked it out, besides, others suffering and pain was none of his concern, he did not care, the people in hell problem deserved it. However, this little demon didn't deserve it, he was a little shocked that someone so innocent, could be a demon, a rare case, one that he had never tasted before... This thought made him take a even bigger drag of the cigarette, he held it in and breathed out a thick white cloud of smoke.

It only was until the same harsh voice spoke in his direction, he didn't really pay attention, something about smoking outside, the inpatient demon may have had a point, he could walk all the way outside several yards, but he himself was also impatient at the time, thus was easier and took less time. He was glad when the impatient demon calmed down and spoke in soft words to the little demon.

Abel got up and walked toward them, all that could be seen of him was his glowing blue eyes, but as he slowly moved closer, his orange red hair shined bright in the pool light, followed by his death white skin tone, the guy was white all over. His expression seemed unemotional, or maybe bored, or lazy, it was hard to tell since he kept the same expression everywhere he went. He smoked the last of his cigarette and threw it to the ground before stepping on it to put it out. Though he was closer to the others, he still kept his distance... He was kind of tall, but it was popular for elfs to be taller than most, he stood about 6'4, it was actually short compared to other elfs, or so he heard. He turned his attention to the little demon. It isn't good to tell strangers to much about yourself, they could end up being your for, and using the information you give them to their own advantages... Another word from the wise, you don't want to trust so easily... His voice was low and smooth like velvet, very appealing to the ear, it wasn't hard to imagine that he was a great manipulator, although his intentions were nothing of the sort