THE CLOUDLESS STORM OF JUDGEMENT WILL ARRIVE IN:

    NOW LEFT TO ROT, DO YOU DARE ENTER THE EYE OF THE STORM?

    Where we go when he closes my eyes
    and under what country;
    some blue darkness, farther than hell;
    a landscape of absence and root and stone.
    There are no bodies here,
    we dream shapless dreams—
    a constant, cloudless storm.

    WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN JUDGED BY OUR—

    THE CLOUDLESS STORM

    "Well do you even want to know?"

    ━━━━ [ NAME INFORMATION ] ━━━━

    FULL NAME & TITLE •Frans Rembrant van Langevelde
    LAST NAME •van Langevelde
    FIRST NAME •Frans
    MIDDLE NAME •Rembrant
    PREFERED NAME(S) •Restitutor, Feri, Frans

    ━━━━ [ STUDENT INFORMATION ] ━━━━

    AGE •16
    DATE OF BIRTH •23rd December 2003
    PLACE OF BIRTH •Sweden
    GENDER & PRONOUNS •Cis-Male
    RACE & ETHNICITY •Caucasian; Swede
    SEXUALITY •Queer
    LANGUAGES SPOKEN •English; Swedish; German; & Latin (learning)

    BUT WE ARE ALSO JUDGED BY OUR—

    THE CLOUDLESS STORM

    "Are you watching? Mother— Mother—"

    Popularity • Rank 9

    ━━━━ [ SCHOOL INFORMATION ] ━━━━

    PROGRAM •School of Intelligence
    SCHOLARSHIP? •N/A
    ATTENDING SINCE? •One-year prior
    CURRENT YEAR •Year 12
    PAST GPA •4.2
    CLASSES •AP Statistics; AP Biology; AP Language & Composition; AP Government & Economics; Latin; Critical Thinking & Logic; & Law
    EXTRACIRRICULARS •Debate; Culinary Club; & THE BERKSHIRE LEADERSHIP LEAGUE

    ━━━━ [ CONT. ] ━━━━

    My son, Frans, deserves the best of the best in terms of his education. I was not satisfied with any academic intuition before discovering the Berkshire Institute of Enrichment. I took it upon myself to homeschool him, so he has not attended a school such as this one. Rest assured, Frans has been properly guided in his studies. Do note, Frans is not permitted to take any cold medicine unless strictly supervised. He must be watched if any is supplied to him. And Frans' studies must be adequately difficult so he is challenged in the classroom. Any less would rot his brain.Sincerely yours,
    Kia Lovisa van Langevelde

    BUT WE ARE ALSO JUDGED BY OUR—

    THE CLOUDLESS STORM

    "There is quiet... For just a moment."

    ━━━━ [ APPEARANCE INFORMATION ] ━━━━

    EYE COLOUR •School of Intelligence
    HAIR COLOUR •Red
    FACIAL FEATURES •Freckles
    HEIGHT •5'11" - 6'0" / 180cm - 183cm
    BODY FEATURES•scars between the spine and right shoulderblade

    ━━━━ [ HEALTH INFORMATION ] ━━━━

    MENTAL DISORDERS •Undocumented.
    PHYSICAL DISORDERS •Undocumented.
    I can't see the walls•Oh pity.
    I can't break them.•Oh pity.
    My hand is bleeding.•Oh pity.

    Oh, what a beautiful fallen angel.
    He's floating down.
    Pale fingertips with nails clipped neatly ever-so-gently grace the emerald leaves that are rotting turning brown.
    the eyes the eyes the eyes
    Staring straight, the eyes are sunken unsettlingly deep with a sweet intensity only rivalled by the slow drip of honey on your ungrateful tongue.
    They signify some higher purpose, mockery, or perhaps maybe the language the angel speaks is incomprehensible.
    Oh, all he can do is look.
    He's falling down.
    the face the face the face
    Those drops of honey have dissipated into pale skin, now browned and soft to the touch.
    They dance from his slightly curved jaw, all the way down to his thin nose until they reach his delicately crafted jaw.
    Oh, be careful.
    He's trying to make you forget.    HE IS FALLEN.

    BUT WE ARE ALSO JUDGED BY OUR—

    THE CLOUDLESS STORM

    "It's a requiem for you."

    ━━━━ [ PERSONALITY INFORMATION ] ━━━━

    POSTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS •
    unbiased, accepting, disciplined, patient, humorous, resilient, articulate, approachable, clear-headed, cooperative, decisive, educated, loyal, &fair

    NEUTRAL PERSONALITY TRAITS •
    progressive, formal, intense, competitive, sarcastic, &an idealist

    NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS •
    blunt, steely, self-indulgent, pessimistic, fatalistic, prideful, overly ambitious, critical, impulsive, libidinous, manipulative, single-minded, &excessive hubris

    HOBBIES & SKILLS •
    • LET THE POT BOIL WHILE THE BURNER TURN ON. SOME COOKING WILL FEED YOUR HUNGRY SOUL.
    • MY SILVER TONGUE WILL HIDE SO DON'T LOOK TOO CLOSE. LET'S DEBATE ON YOUR MORTALITY.
    • IT'S SIMPLE. IT'S ALL BLACK AND WHITE WITH NO GREY. I'LL PLAY YOU A SONG ON THE PIANO.

    SOCIAL MEDIA HANDLES •
    @RESTITUTOR on Snapchat, Instagram, & Twitter.

    FACTS & SECRETS •
    • I LOVE THE PLANTS THAT NOBODY NOTICES. LET ME TEACH YOU ABOUT THEM. BOTANY.
    • HIT ME. GO FASTER. ROLL THE DICE. IN THE RING.
    CAN'T STOP. I'M GAMBLING MY LIFE AWAY.
    • IF I CAN'T HAVE THAT, GIVE ME A CIGARETTE. I NEED THE TASTE OF TABACCO BETWEEN MY LIPS.

    LIKES •
    smoking, partying, food,
    &loyalty

    DISLIKES •
    apologies, oppositions, casette tapes
    &dishonesty

    A landscape of absence will need laws when it's populated.Created was a stern-faced statue, details etched from cold pale stone, face unwavering. And as a statue’s expression never changes, the rules and expectations Frans’ places upon people remain unchanged, as he is fair. Balance radiates off of his persona, as the weight of each word he utters perfectly ties to the next, creating sentences of opinions seemingly unswayed by outside biases. Upon closer inspection of the seemingly pristine statue, Frans’ silver tongue is an eyesore if looked at too closely but not many people have analyzed him for too long, making his speech persuasive. Because of his past, being fair is the first thing that crosses his mind, making him a patient person if people follow alongside the line. This has given him the view of being more passive in comparison to the rest of the student body. However, if one crosses it, his passive demeanour shifts into an unruly manifestation of a **kangaroo court**.As one’s eyes travel along the statue’s arms, one is in no doubt holding Lady Justice’s scales, except the only difference is that Frans’ wears no blindfold. With his belief that his sagacity is unparalleled compared to anyone around them, why would evidence be required to place his judgement upon someone who has most definitely gone against his presupposed laws? The other arm is stained red, the statue’s fist holding a rotten pomegranate, juices weakly dripping onto the floor below. A life taken into Frans’ hands, those who wish to stain the statue, will certainly meet their judgement accordingly. Frans’ has ruined past relationships when being unwilling to relinquish his judgement from a world not so black-and-white.Yet consider yourself lucky if your life is not given a squeeze or two—left to rot.There is one imperfection on the statue. There are cracks between the spine and the right shoulder blade, allowing hubris to seep through the seemingly contained force of justice that is Frans. He is steadfast in his decisions, rarely expressing any doubt to others. An idealist willing to go to extreme measures to defend his ideas, and the ideas he is loyal to. Make no mistake, because this does not result in villainy, as it is all in the name of balance.Well, at least on the scale Frans placed himself upon anyway.
    ⠀

    BUT WE ARE ALSO JUDGED BY OUR—

    THE CLOUDLESS STORM

    Sit up, sit up, sit up— It's a kangaroo court."

    ━━━━ [ BACKSTORY ] ━━━━

    BEGINNING AT THE BOTTOM OF THE MOUNTAIN

    Let it become your mantra.
    "I will ascend above the heights of the clouds. I will make myself like the Most High.”

    Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor.

    IT’S ALL SELF GENERATED PRIDELungs screeching like a jet engine, a little law boy is foaming at the mouth of BLOOD and SALIVA as he keeps climbing the cliff face of the mountain. It’s all for POWER, he convinces himself.BUT MY HANDS KEEP BLEEDING.Simplicity was a blessing— December 23rd, 2003 was the birth of an angel to the gods of the law. Hard-working parents that travelled to deliver their legal practices. The business grew with laws added. More loopholes. More inconsistencies. All to the advantage of the gods. But each under their wings was given the same treatment. THE SAME FAIRNESS. It used to hurt before— watching those indubitably climb to then only fall, their hands bleeding of failure. But the gods learned to listen to the wind in order to drown those screams out, garnering the question of: WAS THIS EVER RIGHT? It’s too late to answer now. Nobody would be able to hear from the mountain’s peak.The first few years were on stone, listening to a gavel BANG BANG BANG against the wood of the courtroom. The little law boy could only sit, listen, then bow when it was over. The gallery was behind and below the gods as he sat down, and time and time again he would find himself in the same place. And eventually, he lost track of the days on his fingers. At this point, he was still the angel, grounded below the mountain of power with glimpses (few and far in between) graced to him by the gods of the law. ON THE SIDELINES. He sat. He listened. He bowed. One might think, oh pity. But who wouldn’t love a well-behaved little law boy? Externally, it seemed all fine, but internally he could see all the lines. All the lines he did not draw. He wanted the pen of the law— HE WANTED TO DRAW THE LINES.

    It might have been easier to let his mind be molded by his mother and father. One might say it would have been much simpler as time moved forward if we were to REWIND. But it was too late to warn him now as he had already begun his climb. The No man’s land between the ground and the peak. No voices could be heard. An extreme case of self-isolation put in place by an angel. The reason at the time wasn’t clear, but when you're with your own thoughts they tend to justify it all neatly. ORDER is what they preached. ORDER is what they promised. ORDER is what he believed knew he brought. He did not hesitate to break footholds and to allow those to fall who were on the opposition of his assumed view of justice. After all, they were in the WRONG.BUT MY HANDS KEEP BLEEDING.The only thing he could never say with confidence is that his parents never noticed the slow construction of his kangaroo court. They must have eventually heard those jet engine breaths as he slowly tried to ascend to a place where he DID NOT BELONG. He never realized there was a fight awaiting him and if lost, there would no longer be a place for him there. The little law boy would be thrown DOWN DOWN DOWN the mountain with his idea of justice tightly held to his chest. Maybe he should have climbed down a little earlier, but it was already too late. The footholds were destroyed and now there was no way DOWN.

    AN INTERLUDE

    Now the climbing angel couldn’t escape the frequent trips and viewings of his parents. Back to another courtroom (and again, and again). But this one case had the little law boy’s best friend sitting in the witness chair.AND AS THE PROSECUTOR SPOKE…❝ Pray tell us, can you prove this is what they have done to you? Look around at what you have been given, yet you still claim life is not as it seems? Where would you even go? Your life until this very moment has been fulfilling. ❞The little law boy wanted to stand and scream that it would be his family him who would take his best friend in. It was so simple, so black-and-white that he couldn’t comprehend why this wasn’t over as soon as it started. Yet his parents' faces showed differently. REMORSE. REGRET. FAILURE. The prosecutor’s face was a broken smile as he looked to the defendant's chair with both parents. APPROVAL. PRIDE. SUCCESS. He was ready, right then, to scream for the jury to REWIND. To set the verdict straight. And he almost did until his father, Gabriel van Langevelde, pulled him aside and said, “The laws set in place were not enough. We simply can’t create a kangaroo court.” That did not satiate the angel. The gods of law forget what it was like to climb the mountain, the peak was too in-tune with the rest of the world.This loss was never thrusted into the public, as it was one near home and only did affect the little law boy’s best friend, as the other parties were happy and the rest didn’t even know.I’LL CREATE IT. I PROMISE. JUST STAY.

    Temporarily, the climb stopped. It wasn’t because the angel fell— Hands were now bleeding of ink as eyes scanned across pages and pages of cases and laws that could somehow garner a retrial, but such a MIRACLE only seemed to exist in HEAVEN. The point of no return was already reached. He could never look his best friend in the eyes again, but still firmly believed a few years wasn't much then it’d all be over…Sickness began to become more frequent for the little law boy’s best friend, and cold medicine was bestowed upon him by the angel. He only wanted to HELP. Multiple medications and multiple visits on repeat until only one month before his 15th birthday. IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT. The parents must have been fed up and gave him more than needed. The parents must have left him alone with a little too much. The parents did this. The empty bed only made him think one thing: Didn’t what little love they had left LEAVE their hearts when he decided to ask his parents to bring them to COURT?The angel must have caused the tail that swept down a third of the stars of heaven and casted his best friend SIX FEET UNDER.No admittance from the little law boy as it is a question that will never be asked, but where did the cold medicine bottles go? Oh pity. I don’t think he could answer anyway… It all seems to have become a BLUR. Those sunken eyes have begun to DILATE and even though his climb is on pause, you can still hear those SHALLOW BREATHS. As he clutches his chest, heartbeat RAPID, one might wonder if the sudden CONFUSION was in love or PAIN— At least he still felt connected…START THE REQUIEM.

    Oh pity.

    Life sometimes bears rotten pomegranates.

    RETURNING TO IT… WITH HIS GIFTS?

    Your pen is gone.

    How art thou fallen from heaven, O Frans, son of the morning!

    Now with the blueprint of the kangaroo court firmly planted in his head, the angel continued his climb up the mountain of power. Externally, he still stayed perfectly compliant but internally he was ready to defame the two gods of law he was born UNDER. It seems the trips outside his home still stayed frequent, and aside from going back to that house of DEATH, the route stayed the same. One may wonder if another friend of the little law boy was sick, but that sounded all too convenient. Eventually, his mind was drawn into the fascination of cigarettes he stole off of his father’s desk before finding ways to buy his own.Taking his chances climbing the ever-dangerous mountain mirrored into taking bets with his LIFE, any way he was able to GAMBLE was a new opportunity he had to take as he wanted MORE. Watching the speedometer skyrocket to numbers that could only rival the speed he was climbing the mountain of power. Closer and closer, he heard more conversation between the two gods of the law. Outside, he would be known as the RESTITUTOR of justice. Constantly being referred to as that name with that high only gave the angel HUBRIS.Restitutor… You didn’t realize? If you are high enough to hear them, the reverse must also be true. They can hear you.BUT MY HANDS HAVE STOPPED BLEEDING.He became too careless too close, and the gods of law finally had to look down upon him. The little law boy didn’t realize that with no bodies surrounding him in the landscape of the abyss on the mountain, he was the only constant. A CLOUDLESS STORM. Bottles were found. His body was examined. He could no longer dream those shapeless dreams. Unthinkable for any angel that could come from these two gods, his grip slipped, hands no longer bleeding.

    HE FELL.HE FELL FARTHER THAN HELL.HE FELL DOWN TO BERKSHIRE.By his parents' wishes, the little law boy has been CONDEMNED. Now with no mountain in sight, his mother, Kia Lovisa van Langevelde has required him to keep up his high academic performance while staying at Berkshire. It is required that he keeps up good behaviour in the public, or who knows where he’ll be SENT NEXT. This doesn’t mean the sweet honey taste of the highs of life has stopped as he’s careful as can be. But his heart keeps BEATING given his new position in the pantheon. The FALLEN ANGEL is now able to forge his own mountain from the terrain of power given to him.And he’s climbing again.MY HANDS HAVE BEGUN BLEEDING.

    BUT WE ARE ALSO JUDGED BY OUR—

    THE CLOUDLESS STORM

    "You put on quite a show."

    ━━━━ [ CONNECTIONS ] ━━━━

    ━━━━ [ CHARON ] ━━━━

    Mister Adonis Oliver Astor; Apollo

    "I know him as much as he knows me."

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    Oh how far are we willing to go?

    I WISH TO CROSS THE RIVER OF STYX.

    Your goals more or less align with each other so he’s allowed you to CARVE your own place upon his mountain of POWER. He comes to you to speak about activities that might not seem so RIGHT, because he knows you have no reason to undermine him, as he has no reason to do so to you. He will not ask any question that he is not willing to answer himself. The respectful SILENCE between you two brings comfort. Do be careful, as if you ever cross the line, you’ll be left to DROWN in the River of Styx.

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    BUT WE ARE ALSO JUDGED BY OUR—

    THE CLOUDLESS STORM

    "If you want to get to know someone, find out what makes them angry."

    ━━━━ [ DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS ] ━━━━

    _

    A tragedy could have been averted if all I did was stand up, speak, and shake my head

    THREE REGRETS •

    I grew too careless and allowed myself to slip down the mountain of power.

    _

    I should have made my intentions clear from the start. My morals will be in the limelight.

    FIRST IMPRESSION OF THE SCHOOL'S BERKSHIRE LEADERSHIP LEAGUE •

    Even though I sense an old wish of equality, the scales seem to always tip a little in their favour. It's somewhere I can commit all seven sins.

    MOTIVATION •

    Let's set the world straight and bring about fair judgement among all. My declaration of justice will emanate through the school. Bear witness to it.

    BUT WE ARE ALSO JUDGED BY OUR—