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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 13, 2017 1:49:51 GMT -5
Skylar Brennan~
Skylar was accustomed to a lot of things in life. Waking up in bed with her head resting on Marshall's shoulder was one of those things. They'd been friends since childhood, and sharing a bed with him wasn't at all strange for her. It wasn't a romantic thing or anything; she'd never had those kinds of feelings for him. It was just something they did, a normal part of their relationship. When they'd come to college, sharing an apartment-- and, yes, a bed-- had been a no brainer for them.
For a little while, she lay awake, listening to the sound of his snores. It was a sound that had always soothed her, even if it was an indicator of his excessive weight and poor health. It was one of the parts of him that she would never change. She could've lain there all day, if she didn't already have a routine. Rolling out of bed, she walked out to the kitchen, careful to close the door so he wasn't disturbed by the light. She fixed herself a slice of toast, eating it plain (butter was rather fattening, and don't even get her started on jelly. Plus, peanut butter was disgusting). Then she showered, dressed in athletic clothing, and was out the door in ten minutes.
The first thing she noticed was that it was cold. That didn't really bother her. She broke into a slow jog, and soon enough the movement was enough to keep her warm, despite the ice and snow. It was a great way to burn off all those carbs. It took her less than fifteen minutes to reach Billings Park, almost completely deserted at this hour. Almost. There were three Dobermans running around; she had nothing against the animals, but their presence could only mean that Mika Revel was nearby.Β
She groaned inwardly. She'd run into Revel before. It hadn't been pleasant. She considered changing her course and taking another route, but what was the point, given that she didn't know where in the park he was anyway?
A moment later she got her answer. Cresting a rise, she found some poor guy trapped in Revel's presence, three dogs staring him down like a particularly juicy steak. In fact, Skylar caught herself staring for a moment. The boy was, in fact, rather good looking.
She shoved that thought away. When had she become straight? She didn't remember. But, sensing that things could get nasty, she started down the hill, well aware that she probably looked crazy in her leggings that ended mid-thigh, sneakers, t-shirt, and simple zip-up hoodie. What could she say? Running in winter attire was dang near impossible.
"Morning," she called, nervously yet somehow managing to look and sound casual. How did she ever manage to pull this off?
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 13, 2017 2:39:58 GMT -5
Cedric Harlot:
A flame danced in his eyes as he stared down at the boy who was to anyone else would seemed utterly unruffled by Cedricβs presence. But Cedric knew better than to think that of this possessed doll of a boy. His own loathing was mirrored in his eyes. And Cedric maintained his magnificent smirk as he interacted with him. Straightening his back and tilting his chin down as if to remind Mika how much taller he was. Not that Mika cared about his height. Cedric wasnβt so foolish as to underestimate him. To think that his short stature would bar him from winning if it came down to fisticuffs.
Somehow theyβd managed to never make physical contact with each other. After all their verbal sparring matches and devious traps theyβd set for each other. Never once had they raised a hand. Oh but they both knew that it would be an even match if it ever occurred. Cedric liked to think he would have the upper hand, but Mika was as slippery as a greased weasel and theyβd be just as evenly matched in dirty tricks.
Then Mika opened that gaping hell hole he called a mouth and every word he spit was leashed venom. The growling hell hound at his side only made his point more clear.
Cedric simply grinned and picked off some invisible particle of dust off his shoulder before looking Mika in the eye and chuckling. βRevel, you wound me. Here I thought we were friends having a pleasant chat and you sling such horrid names in my face.β He brought the back of his wrist to his forehead and feigned hurt. βHonestly I thought that festering pit you crawled out of taught you more manners. Itβs funny how you claim me to be the snack but Iβm surprised he hasnβt mistaken you for a chew toy yet.β
Before Cedric could continue his insults a girl approached. One that was horribly under dressed for the weather and seemed only to acknowledge his lovely companion. He scrunched his nose when the girl interrupted their conversation of sorts. Looking her up and down he tucked his hand under his chin as he took in the sight of her. βMy word aren't you a sight. Girl, what time of year do you think it is? I understand that running builds up body heat but then again why run at all this time of year? Do you fear your body will build up too much body fat by the time spring rolls around? What a vain little thing you are." Apparently, Cedric was also in the mood for starting a fight. He took a step closer as if to get a better look at her.
Looking to Mika once more he let himself smirk again. βRevel, I had no idea you were friends with such a lovely specimen of a girl. She thinks herself lovely as well to be running around in this weather with little more than her bathing suit on.β Yes, Cedric was definitely in the mood for causing discontent and starting bullsh*t for no other reason then to just watch people steam.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Jan 13, 2017 2:57:56 GMT -5
Mika Revel { billing's park ]
Mikaβs mask didnβt crack, even with Cedricβs foul breath wafting directly on his face. What a waste of precious oxygen. If only Cedric were capable of replacing the vital oxygen he sucked from the air with something valuable that a string of syllables that added up to something Mika could hardly call an insult. Honestly, was he even trying. The young man was the cusp of retorting when a cheery βMorningβ greeted them.
He turned, something akin to confusion dancing briefly in the confines of his icy irises. If Mika was capable of expressing the emotion that lurked beneath his skin he didnβt express it. βThe lack of manners on this one. Who are you, exactly?β The young woman was tall, with fiery hair and bright blue eyes. The tone she greeted them with was a friendly one. Had they met before? If so, Mika didnβt remember. Based on his line of questioning, Cedric had no acquaintanceship with her either.
βMind yourself, Harlot, I know you are not the brightest bulb to be found, but I did not take you for a complete dullard. βFriendsβ is a very strong word choice for a girl I am only just now meeting. Likely for the last time by the look of it. Tell me, do you plan on freezing to death out here? Or just losing a few limbs? I assure you that both viable options based on your choice of dress.β Sweetpea had rounded on the newcomer now, the snarl meant for Cedric now turned on her. Another growl like thunder leaked from between his fangs, βCome now, Sweetpea. Letβs not have a repeat of last summer, shall we?β
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Post by koi on Jan 13, 2017 3:28:53 GMT -5
pey'in molly
Peyton has not eaten anything. Well. That is hyperbole. He has eaten something, but he is talking way, way too much to put anything in his mouth (other than words, words, words, and, well, words.)
βOh! Man. Milk snakes are cute. And. Oh god. I donβt think I can even--Iβve always liked mice a lot.β He says it with a shrug. βI think theyβre really sweet. My sister used to call me little mouse. Usually. Usually when she wanted somethingβ¦β Peyton loves his sister more than anything, more than mice or pigeons or jumping spiders on his windowsill but as soon as he verbalizes anything about her he finds himself lacking in words to describe her...eccentric behavior. Peyton gives a big old shrug, before his eyebrows furrow, and he looks between James (who is really, really out of sorts. Peyton thinks he may have not helped any by poking his hair. But. Hey) and Soraya, lips tightly pursing. His hand finds one of the rings in his ear, and he turns it in the piercing.
Some people get standoffish when theyβre nervous. Others worry at their lips or dig their nails into their wrists, or twist strands of their hair like theyβre flirting-but-theyβre-not. Peyton rambles when he is nervous. Peyton also rambles when heβs scared. And happy. And excited and--this entire segment is to stress the singular point of: Peyton talks a lot. He is as loquacious as a little duck and as insecure as a house built upon stilts and even though people love to point out both these things about him he so often forgets that He Literally Cannot Shut Up. Until he doe remembers, and he sends this big-white-teeth-he-hates-the-alignment-of-them-cannot-pay-for-his-own-dental-treatment-brushes-the-hell-out-of-them-instead-so-at-least-theyβre-white-and-uneven smile at Soraya and says βI talk a lot,β he used to get slapped on the mouth for talking too much. Whoops. He rambles when he is nervous, he rambles when he is happy, when he is scared, excited. βSorry. If I, yβknow, talk your ear off.β
Kat draws his attention again, hears the word art and realizes she was talking to him as he blabbered like a certified Foolβ’. He blinks, wide, almost-amber eyes at her. βOh? Well. Kinda the second one. I mean, Iβve always been drawing, like, my entire life? But I wanted to go to college, I knew that, I just wasnβt sure what to go into. But art seemed natural.β Real talk: Esther did not graduate high school. Which Peyton does not feel is a big deal, at all, never felt like a big thing for him, but he did, miraculously, is only here on a scholarship, originally. Peyton is the first in his immediate family to go to university now, too, which is. Kinda spooky. Real spooky, if you ask him. But pre-med. Thatβs intimidating. Kat must be smart (and she looks it, in a subtle, calculating-it-in-the-back-of-her-mind way).
But Peytonβs eyes glance over James again, who is starting to get going without even telling Peyton about his dream, and this makes Peyton look more concerned than someone who just broke their leg roller skating and now has a noticeable dent in their shin bone. He pokes at Jamesβ hair again, after he shakes his head, because he shook it into an even floofier looking mess and Peyton has to fix it, yβsee. βHey, I believe that youβre not high, you big baby.β And Soraya looks like sheβs starting to leave too. And Jamesβ eyes are doing that storm-over-the-ocean-not-looking-at-you-that-table-is-pretty-hey thing. And Peyton doesnβt know what to do. He just likes talking, okay, and feels vaguely like he just f*cked up in some big, grandiose way. Soraya looks at Peyton, then, which draws his big eyes to look at her when she speaks.
And he just blinks at her. Looks a little cross-eyed. Plays with an ear piercing.
βUm. What is happening?β Peyton blurts, at no one in particular, feeling rather overwhelmed and, oddly, a little too small for his jacket. "Are we leavin'? Stayin'? Accompanying James to his soccer like walking your drunk friend home after a partyβwait. James. I thought you didn't have pracβnever mind."
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Post by intentional on Jan 14, 2017 2:36:59 GMT -5
Alwyn Conway ;;
Sheβd been watching the dogs when she saw them stop playing and look towards her. Her ocean blue eyes looked at the hound next to the boy, and realized that it was standing and she could see that it was snarling inside its muzzle. But the other two seemed more friendly as they ran over to her on the rock.
The smallest one β but still quite big β approached her first, sniffing at Alwynβs boots. They were covered with bits of snow and droplets, and she let the dog sniff them. The medium-sized dog approached her after, and this one was a girl, Alwyn deduced, and she was friendlier than her brother, as she was sniffing her hands. Alwyn let her fingers run in between their ears, petting both dogs lovingly.
The dogs seemed to like her, which wasnβt strange, and they were very playful for such scary looking ones. She stood up from the rock, playing with them. Alwyn glanced over at the boy and the muzzled dog, who was now sitting down again, but still staring at her when a tall boy and another girl approached them.
βIβll accompany you two while your owner has some company.β Alwyn spoke to the dogs as she pet them. She pet them under the chin, behind the ears and around the shoulders, and the dogs seemed to love them. She could tell these dogs were loved and cared for, and was impressed at the quality of their grooming and behavior. Although these dobermans looked scary, courtesy to their spiked collars, they were relatively well behaved and Alwyn wondered if they were usually this friendly with strangers.
Alwynβs blue eyes glanced back at the dobermansβ owner, and she guessed that he wasnβt on friendly terms with either of the taller boy or the girl. His body language seemed relaxed but subtly hostile. She analyzed the other two strangers and her face frowned as she saw the girl that wasnβt obviously dressed for the weather. What was she thinking? It was like thirty degrees outside!
But she didnβt linger on the strangers for long, for the dogs were demanding her attention. Alwyn cooed at them and threw a stick for them, and they fetched it back eagerly.
βYou two are the sweetest dogs. But Iβm guessing your brotherβs on the more aggressive side, seeing heβs got a muzzle on. I wonder what your names are.β She said, petting both Cinnamon and Lavender.
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Post by shades on Jan 15, 2017 1:15:02 GMT -5
βIβm making progress with her. She actually looked at me today and gave me a dirty look. Things are going real good.β βJames Grayson
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 11:15 AM
James is lost. Not in the physical way, though his sense of direction was the worst. Especially when Timothy would begin rambling off cardinal directions as well, directions. He didnβt know which way north was off the top of his head, that was on the List Of Things He Didnβt Know But Apparently Should. βI should practice for the game next week or track meet next weekend.β James reinforced to Peyton, mumbling slightly. His gaze shifted between Soraya, Peyton, and Kat.
βSβnot your fault.β
He tried to convince himself that, but the storm dancing across his eyes revealed his inner conflict. James bit his lip, βyou can join me if you wish.β He began making his way towards the dish return, placing the bowls and coffee to be cleaned; briefly returning to the table.
There was more to him, James knew. His parents said he was special, him and Timothy both. But James knew that was just what Parents Saidβ’ to their kids. James didnβt feel any more special than anyone just that there was more than the words spilling from him mouth and the athletic scholarship and good grades keeping him in college.
βEr, I think Iβm heading off now. Just need some air and all.β
And away from the odd feeling that had surrounded his lungs, his brain, was suffocating him from the outside and inside. His breathing was hitched and when he did, it came in short, quick breaths in succession of each other. James turned on his heel, beginning to walk out. βYouguyscancomeifyouwant.β He blurted over his shoulder, pausing to hop on his feet a little in a nervous sort of habit.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 15, 2017 14:50:00 GMT -5
Soraya al-Farashatan:
Soraya, in every language, has bad communication skills. She canβt read people or situations. She doesnβt know what to say to people when theyβre upset or angry, especially if theyβre angry at her. At a funeral Soraya has been known to stand in a corner and mope rather than give her condolences to the mourners. If ever there was a time when someone was flirting with her Soraya most likely blew them off because she didnβt know how to read between the lines.
Empathy is not her forte. She doesnβt know how to put herself in other peopleβs shoes and see through their eyes. She sucks at saying sorry. Most of the time itβs because she doesnβt know that what she said or did was wrong to begin with. So whatβs happening right now is starting to get a little beyond her reach but she pushes forward nonetheless.
But when James tries to reinforce her that itβs not her fault she knows thatβs a falsehood. Peyton is confused and babbling again and Soraya is still bad at reading situations.
A voice in her head wants to tell her to just leave. To turn the other way and chalk this up as just a bad meeting with people sheβs never talked to before. But that voice is overridden somehow by a different drive. She doesnβt know why or how but sheβs drawn to these people. Balling up her fists she stares at James. The storm brewing beneath his skin smells like thunder and lighting and even though sheβs been pushing him away since she sat at his table she wants to follow him.
With a curt nod of her head she dumps her plate at the return and hurries toward the door. βIβll come with you.β He did a strange hopping between his feet and as awkward as it looked, somehow Soraya thought of it as him feeling too big for his body.
Pursing her lips together she paused and looked back at Peyton, waiting for him to either join them or stay in the suffocating noise and heat of the cafeteria.
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Post by koi on Jan 15, 2017 21:52:51 GMT -5
peyton mollyPeyton watches James (as he is liable to doing. Peyton likes watching people, studies their features, picks up their little idiosyncrasies, simple things) and James is one of the easiest people to read, especially when he is like this, his eyes are as temperamental as a storm, and Peytonβs not a very poetic person, but he used to know someone who was, and he guarantees heβd be able to write sonnets about them, the way they flicker like they canβt decide what to settle on in his moment of anxiety. Peyton just looks at him, eyes narrowing like heβs trying to figure out what exactly is his friends problem, has no poker face as he does so. Should he feel bad? He should feel bad. He blinks at James, mutters a βoh yeah makes sense,β that does not sound genuine. So he shovels a few mouthfuls of food into his mouth, and is still chewing when James gets up to go to the dish return, eyebrows furrowing, cheeks full like a certified chipmunk child, manages to get a pretty good amount of food down in handful of moments that come between James clearing his plate and coming back.
βIβll tag along,β Peyton blurts to Soraya and James once heβs swallowed his food down, gets to his feet in a rather swift moment, takes his plate along with him. His eyebrows are furrowed. Peyton is sort of glad Soraya is coming with him. Itβs not like she knows James all that well, and Peyton just as little, but itβs comforting having someone else there. Peyton hopes she likes him enough to keep talking to him after today. Is that a juvenile thought? Peyton likes making friends. Itβs one of his favourite things in life. He glances at James after he scrapes his plate and leaves it at the return, and James is still bouncing on his heels like a bolt of lighting forced to inhabit a tupperware container. Itβs an odd sight. Peyton tilts his head at it, almost, and then tries to offer a smile, it comes out a little nervous-looking, or concerned, with his messy eyebrows furrowed and his lips barely quirking up at the corners, the dimple on his cheek indenting his skin like a scar dimpling, and his shoulders raise a little under his too-big jacket. He looks between Soraya and James, lips more pursed than in a smile.
βMaybe you should...stop having so much coffee?β Peyton offers in a slight voice, lips twisting on an angle on his face. (and yeah, he knows it's not as simple as that, but don't get mad at peyton for trying to help in his own, insignificant way.)
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 17, 2017 17:51:24 GMT -5
Soraya al-Farashatan:
As Soraya left the cocoon of warmth that had become the cafeteria and strode out into the winter chill she suddenly realized that she had no idea why she was doing this. She may never speak to these two again, they may never think about her for another moment and yet there she was trying to make up for hurting some boys feelings. No, it wasnβt really that. It was some invisible thread tugging at her. The same one that had pulled her to that table in the first place. Soraya knew little of the Fates and even less of how they wove the thread of her life or when they would choose to sever it. Some deep urge, like an animal instinct told her to go though.
Once the wind was free once more to pull on her hair bite her cheeks and nose she covered her dark hair with her hood once more. Shoving her hands into her pockets she glanced Peyton up and down, that jacket really was too big for him. It dangled on his shoulders like it had been lent to him from a handsome jock boyfriend that was twice his size. Without thinking she reached over and played with a strand of Peytonβs fluffy hair. βThat coat is twice your size. It must not be very warm. We are about the same height, maybe I could loan you a warmer coat or two if it pleases you,β she hoped she wasnβt being too forward had stocked up on warm clothes before coming here. And maybe her closet was filled with one or two extra coats and a particularly warm fur-lined parka that she wouldnβt mind lending to a friend.
A friend. Was that what Peyton had become in such a short amount of time? She hoped so she liked him and would have liked to spend more time with him. Perhaps see some of those moth drawings he talked about.
Studying his face she noticed the one dimple that brightened half his face. It was cute. An asymmetrical boy who loved to smile. Didnβt Sadja know a boy with asymmetrical eyes and dimples? Jessamine or something had been his name, right? Oh well it wasnβt important. Taking her hand from his soft hair she stuffed it back into her pocket and walked down the sidewalk. She didnβt know where they were going but her feet moved without her awareness and brought her to the park.
She paused when she heard barking. That wasnβt so strange, people brought their dogs to the park all the time, and dogs still needed exercise even when it was cold. But as she kept walking it was the scene in the park that stopped her. One girl was playing with two rambunctious dobermans while two boys were talking to a girl dressed in exercise clothes. One of the boys was short and well groomed with a vicious looking doberman obediently sitting at his side.
Soraya looked between all the people in the park and glanced at Peyton as if he would know what to do. Was this apart of that same thread that guided her fate or was this just a product of her wandering feet and spaced out thoughts? Taking a deep breath she watched her breath turn to fog as she exhaled. With a shrug she started walking again "No point in turning back now." Whatever was going on in the park she would just keep walking and hope she could avoid it.
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Post by koi on Jan 18, 2017 11:35:39 GMT -5
peyton molly Peyton, for whatever reason, has always been stupidly warmβin personality as well as physically, radiating warmth that wasnβt overtly feverish, just nice to touch. He remembers Halloween years ago, when he was fifteen, walking down with a handful of friends to the beach, linked elbow-by-elbow and hand-in-hand, fighting over who got to hold Peytonβs hands because he was the only one who was warm and not complaining of the cool night air. But now, he feels chilly, whether it be because his jacket is more like wearing a tarp, and the air is too cold even for someone so warm like Peyton. So, at Sorayaβs comments, he isnβt that surprised, rises up and down on his toes like a bird about to take flight, before walking alongside her. She touches a lock of Peytonβs hair as he goes to answer her, and gets frozen, mid-smile, cheek indented by his dimple, figuring his hair is probably as wild as ruffled feathers (it usually is).
βOh, yeah, itβs my sisterβs jacket,β he says, βI woke up late and really disoriented because I had a real strange dream and I grabbed this because it was just kind of. There.β Esther and Peyton share clothing, which should probably be weird but isnβtβshe has a strange style of dressing, dresses like a man half the time anyhow (βIs that my jacket, Es?β βWhatβs it to ya?β) before she whips out a formal dress and wears it around town like she doesnβt care itβs mid-winter. Anyhow, he brightens up significantly (if it is even possible for Peyton to get brighter) as she suggests that she loan him a coat. Hey, she likes him!! This is so good!! βMan, thatβd be awesome. I promise Iβll give em back to you in good condition if I borrow one,β he says, which essentially means that he wonβt let Esther get within 10 feet of it, lest it start to pick up unsavory scents (as his current jacket has. Seriously, both Soraya and James are going to start thinking he has weed right in his pocket soon).
Soraya pauses, which brings Peyton to stop briefly as well, eyes widened as he hears what Soraya did just a moment later, following alongside her as his eyes narrow at the site just ahead of them. The first thing he notices, bless his little heart, is that one of the young men around the dogs is little. Like, probably smaller than himself. Spooky, man, spooky (like, Peyton is short. So this guy has to be around 5β, unless the dog by his side is making him look smaller than he really is.
βThose are some sweet lookinβ dogs,β Peyton says absentmindedly. βI wanna pat that one.β Heβs referring to the doberman by Short-Dudeβs side, who is sitting like it should be on a throne. Way to go for the most vicious looking dog, Peyton. Typical.
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Post by shades on Jan 18, 2017 12:21:12 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β βIβm saying βI told you soβ now so that I donβt slow down to say it on the way to grab the fire extinguisher.β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βTimothy Grayson
Billingβs ParkΒ Friday, February 24th, 2017Β 11:50 AMΒ
Β Β Β Β James had heard Peytonβs comment, and although he could think of six entire departments of students on campus who lived off of coffee like his own Pre-Law department, the young man bit his tongue and pressed onward. At some point he assumed that James would wander down the Yellow Brick Roadβ’ and part ways with Soraya and Peyton. However, he ended up behind the chattering pair, his brooding eyes pointing downwards as they talked of art and animals and Other-Peyton-And-Soraya-Things. Instead the Usual King Of Slight Madness tucked his coat further around his body and listened intently to the sounds around him, watching and attempting to figure out the brand of shoes both his companions woreβjust for the fun of it. Some might mistaken it for Checking Them Outβ’ if it werenβt for the perpetual and unusual frown precariously on his lips.
Β Β Generally thinking was something the other Grayson would do, all the time. Leaving James to be the Off-The-Top-Thinker and one with Plans-That-Donβt-Make-Sense. His answers and solutions would come in puns, smart *** remarks, and once in a while a gospel or fact of truth. Now it seemed the rusted gears were turning as he pondered the brand of shoe Soraya was wearing and whether or not That Dream from last night was a cause of this overt amount of stress.
Β Β Β Β It really was strange and James hadnβt had the moment to press Peyton for some Not So Divine Revelation on what it meant. While in the presence of Soraya, he didnβt feel a need to tryβinstead he would insist on making a ungodly amount of macaroni & cheese for the boy and ramble about the dream. The more he thought about it, the more he rememberedβand what shocked James the most was how much it talked about Greek Mythology and James hadnβt a class likened to Greek Mythology since senior year of high school and he had taken it because his brother insist they took a class together. He had gotten an A- due to Timothyβs insistence on studying for it together, and James wholly shoved the information on Greece aside once he entered college and knowing it would not be of importance relevance again. Except for maybe when the Grecian-Roman-Festival in the upcoming spring.
Β Β Β But his subconscious was doing a weird thing where it kept telling him he was a God, and James could laugh in their face for that analogy was overtly overused in every form of media.
Β Β Barking distracted James from his thoughts, nearly running into Peyton as they stopped to talk about the three dobermans yapping away, and Peyton wanting to pet them. Which didnβt look like too good of an idea, but nonetheless Peyton would try anyways If He Had His Way. βThat one looks like it would tear your arm off it could get away with it.β James pointed out, steel eyes wandering over the group.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Jan 18, 2017 15:49:22 GMT -5
Mika Revel and his dogs from Hell { billing's park } Cinnamon and Lavenderβs attention split four ways the moment three more people entered Billingβs Park. Suddenly, it was a contest of who would win their undivided attention. The girl they had been playing with still had so many new scents to smell and her voice was so different from Mikaβs. But the newcomers had a pull to them (as most strangers did). But the other girl liked to play fetch, a game Mika hated for some reason. At last, curiosity won over and the two dobermans ran off. They circled the trio, heads held high and tails wagging eagerly, no longer as wary as they had been first meeting Alwyn. So many new people in one day!
Mika, on the other hand, was not nearly as thrilled at the presence of yet three more people. βLovely, it seems everyone with a pair of working legs has decided to go for a morning stroll. Exciting.β Enough was enough. Time to put an end to this. "You will have to excuse me, Harlot. As enthusing as our little chat has been, I have a pair of toddlers I must deal with before they take someone's hand off at the wrist." He motioned for Sweetpea to stay (the dog gladly obliged) as he swept off to retrieve his siblings. The young man passed briefly by the girl who had been playing with the earlier. In return for distracting them, Mika gave her a nod and the least-scathing stare he could manageβ neither of which conveyed his gratitude as they felt more like an acknowledgement than a thank you.
βCinnamon. Lavenderββ The dogs halted in their play; Lavender froze mid-sniff, her muzzle pressed to the shoe of the trioβs only female, while Cinnamon stopped his vulture-like circling of all three. ββThatβs enough running around for today.β Icy eyes slithered over the three newcomers, immediately detesting each of them. He recognized the dark-haired young man (not the one with the curly hair) as the notorious James Grayson. βOh, today must be my lucky day. It seems three wild animals have left the herd to die alone. You will have to forgive my dogs, they are drawn to the scent of the dead and dying, you see.β
It was at this moment that Sweetpea had chosen to wander away from Cedric, choosing instead to investigate the girl who had been playing with Cinnamon and Lavender earlier. He approached her as he did all strangers: head low, ears straight, the beginnings of a snarl creasing his muzzle. He kept his distance, circling her as a shark circles a shipwreck. For now, his manner was calm, but on edge. However, one wrong step and poor Alwyn would end up facing Sweetpeaβs teeth trapped in their muzzle.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 18, 2017 16:55:11 GMT -5
Soraya al-Farashatan:
βI know you will only return it in the best of conditions, Peyton Molly,β she suddenly turned her eyes on him, the once warm as hot-coffee-in-the-morning pools not looked hard as stone, βbecause if you donβt you will pay.β The serious look vanished like like and she started laughing like she had just told a joke.
But that lightness seemed to drain away in the presence of the short boy with the ravenous looking dog. She stared at the hound, she liked dogs but that one wasnβt a dog. It was more like demon wearing fur. And if that dog -who looked like he could snap her neck with one bite- obeyed his master with like, well a trained dog, than the one to truly fear was the one who held the leash. Certainly the dogsβ master was a force to be reckoned with despite his short stature.
While her attention had been trained on the boy and his dog the other two dobermans left the company of the pretty girl who looked like she smelled of salt water and sea breeze and trotted up to the trio. Soraya stared down at them, not sure what to do. They looked friendly enough and were as playfully as a pair of puppies. Soraya found how she desperately wanted to pet them, but she couldnβt it would have been rude to pet someoneβs dog without permission. So she just watched them and let a smile light up her face. Maybe she could ask their owner if she could pet them. As she looked up to ask such a thing she found the boy making his way to them.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. The owner of the dogs now stood in front of her and somehow he looked shorter up close than he had farther away. The only word to describe him that came to mind was doll-like. Was he even a boy? Once he spoke his voice answered her question. And then he kept talking and the more he spoke the angrier Soraya became. βExcuse me? What gives you the right to speak to us like that? You donβt even know us.β She snarled, curling her hands into fists at her side. βIf your dogs are so attracted to the scent of decay then I see why they like you so much. Good thing they donβt want to tear at your rotten soul.β She looked at the dogs, they looked like they could do it too. βTheyβre just skin on top of muscles.β Soraya accidently thought aloud.
βAnd bones,β A new male voice sounded as the tall man that had been chatting with Mika and the other girl approached. βThe expression is βjust skin and bonesβ. My word, Revel, I see youβve already made new friends.β His gaze held onto Sorayaβs. βI donβt think there is room for bones with all the muscles,β she met his stare. His golden eyes like living embers, those eyes looked as if they could drain any secrets from her by just looking and for all the world his pupils might as well have been keyholes for every bit of information that those eyes kept shut away.
Cedric Harlot:
As Cedric turned to behold the trio that now entered the park his gaze narrowed a touch. βThe park is as much for the beasts as it is for man,β he looked back to Mika, βYou as much as anyone should know that, Revel.β And he wasnβt just referring to Mikaβs dogs when he said that. He offered up a wave as Mika left his company to release his pets from the grip of their curiosity.
Surveying the group from a distance he couldnβt help his own curiosity as he strode up to them, wearing a lazy grin. Only to hear that Mika was already causing trouble and was facing wrath for it. He stared at the golden skinned girl with locks of black curls that escaped from her hood, sloe-shaped eyes glared a Mika beneath a pair of thick angry looking brows, like she wanted to cut him in half. Cedric almost laughed at the thought. Though the girl was taller than Mika by a few inches it wouldnβt be hard for Mika to separate her head from her neck. So he spoke and now those daggers were pointed at him. But he turned his attention on the whole group now. He arched his brow at the boy wearing the oversized jacket covered in splotches of paint with a number of piercings adorning him. With a curl of his lip he said, βAre you trying to make a statement boy? How terribly you must crave individuality to dress yourself like a wannabe street artist. Or is it simply because no one pays enough attention to you?β
Then those snake eyes found James. βYou look like youβve had a rough morning,β glancing between Soraya and Peyton he smirked noticing that James was stuck behind the two of them, βSick of being the third wheel?β
The golden skinned girl tore down her hood and freed the plume of black hair that had been barely contained. She glared at Cedric trying to tame a temper that clawed just beneath her surface. βOh please, donβt look at me like you want to rip me apart like a hunk of meat I find it unsettling.β He snapped a snakeβs smile at her. A growl rose from the girl's throat. "Come to defend your lover?" She nodded to Mika. Cedric only looked bored as he twined his hands behind his back and shrugged, "Clever retort but I'm afraid if I had any romantic interest in Revel he couldn't afford me. I'm not too keen on inviting possessed dolls into my bed either. No i'm here because the girl in her bathing suit over there has become boring."
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Post by koi on Jan 18, 2017 17:25:29 GMT -5
peyton mollyβI love getting my arm torn off, James,β Peyton mutters to his friend, distractedly. His eyes narrow for a short moment. Are the dogs approaching them? Yeah, they are--just in a moment, two of the dogs have bolted off and have decided to pay the unconventional trio a visit. He wants to pat them. He wants to pat them!!!--but their owner swiftly decides to visit them too. And Peyton freezes, suddenly, eyes wide, like he was just caught stealing, or touching a sculpture at a museum that specifically has a sign not to touch them. And he was correct--this young man is...little. But he doesnβt seem little--even at his small stature he is absolutely brimming with something, like entitlement and self-importance blended together like a smoothie. Peyton just stares, lips tight, and he wants to pat the dogs so badly. Cinnamon and Lavender are such sweet names for them. Should he pat them? Should he not? Oh good god, heβs going to panic over this.
βYouβre not incorrect,β Peyton blurts. Eyes still wide like two saucers of carrot soup. βI died last Wednesday.β
But even as Peyton nonchalantly replies, almost goes to lean down to pet one of the dogs because this is torture, it really is, oh good god, Soraya takes things a whole different path--jumps, immediately, into action, defensive and swift to talk, barbed wires for words, and he snorts out a short laugh. She is good. She is talented with her words and that is a solid burn, and Peyton gives her a sly, twisted-on-his-face smile, dimpled cheek, runs a hand through his hair. But then, like, Tall-Golden-Eyes-Dude happens, walks over to them belatedly. And Peyton is so not into this. Peyton is nineteen years old and heβs learnt to nail the unaffected smile in nineteen years--blase, donβt-give-a-flying-fadoodles, like a field of daisies uncaring that it was just mowed over, flowerheads chopped off, and who cares if it prickles up his spine because it affects him, in some way, slight, because it does not show on his face. If anything, his smile gets bigger. No one in Peytonβs family ever taught him to see the best in others, it was something Peyton figured out for himself, and anyhow, the taller of the two boys has beautiful eyes and itβs what Peyton focuses on because he canβt let it get to him. He wants to say it. How annoying would that be if you were trying to roast someone and they cut you off to compliment the colour of your eyes? They look like Estherβs--hers are much more golden and hazel than Peytonβs (whose eye colour is more of a light brown), like this boy. Itβs a very startling, very beautiful colour. And Peyton, who tries to see the best in others, really does, just smiles, but it feels more like a shield, white and shiny.
He ends up just shutting his mouth, not wanting to grace him with a reply, and leans down, looks the smaller, blue-eyed one right in the eyes, and pets Lavenderβs head.
(and then removes his hand immediately. because heβs kinda scared itβs going to get bitten off, if not from Lavender, then from Mika.)
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Post by intentional on Jan 18, 2017 22:53:44 GMT -5
Alwyn Conway ;;
As she played with the two dobermans, she didnβt realize that more people had joined them at the snow-dusted park. The dogsβ attention was torn from the stick as they smelled the newcomers, and the dogs left her for the new trio. Alwyn took the time to pick up the stick from the snow and study the three new students that had entered the park. Two of them boys, one girl, the taller boy had dark hair and was lean. The other boy was a contrast to the taller one, and he had light brown skin and dark hair. The girl was only two inches or so taller than the shorter boy, and she looked like she could run a marathon. Her hair was really pretty, reminding Alwyn of seaweed β in a good way.
Alwyn was almost sad when the two dogs β Cinnamon and Lavender HOW ADORABLE were their names?? β but her mood shifted as she saw how their owner commanded them so effortlessly. To obey the smallest boyβs commands with ease and precision β my, were they trained! Alwyn was amazed at how obedient the dogs were to the boy when her attention was torn from the group of six up ahead to the muzzled dog that was headed in her direction.
The dog had its head low, ears straight, and a relatively tense tail. Alwyn was sure that this dog was the most aggressive of the three, and she proceeded to let the stick down onto the floor softly. The dog, this one a male, continued to circle her like she were prey. Alwyn calmly sat herself down onto the snow, making herself appear smaller as to not appear a threat to the dog. She also placed her hands closer to her own body and looked at the dogβs chest, not meeting its eyes. As her hands showed, sheβd dealt with a lot of angry dogs back at the shelter, and she knew not to meet an angry dogβs stare. Since this dog was new to her, she wasnβt sure of his temperament β better safe than sorry, although he has a muzzle on. She didnβt try to reach out to it, but instead she began to talk in a lower voice to the dog.
βHello. Iβm Alwyn. Iβve played with your siblings, as you just saw. I believe youβre a very well trained, but aggressive dog β seeing you have a muzzle on. It seems like your owner and your siblings are pre-occupied with the new people that just came into the park. They all seem to not be friends, since I can hear them arguing from here.β Alwyn turned her blue eyes from the dogβs chest to the huddle of people up ahead.
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Post by shades on Jan 19, 2017 1:08:31 GMT -5
βTo quote Hamlet act iii, scene iii: line 92, βNoβ.β βJames Grayson
Billingβs Park Friday, February 24th, 2017 11:55 AM
βI have Band-Aids for the dying part.β James blurted at the same time as Peyton.
He looked at Mika Revel, they had some sort of class together and a natural aversion for each other, however, James never really got a good look at him. Besides the side glares and quip at the end of class or meeting each other on campusβMika didnβt do the whole βcollege experienceβ and stick around Corinth University any longer than he needed to as James had observed. Apparently he had his own house. James really looked at Mika, noting how muchβ¦underwhelming he is compared to everyone. He is short, James would say and what he doesnβt have is compensated with aggressive-looking dogs and a rather rude stare if he says so himself.
βArenβt you a little short for the monkey bars?β James stared at the piece of equipment in the distance, comparing the rude armrest to the monkey bars in size, his hands shoved in his jacket and a storm brewing within his eyesβa dark eyebrow quirked upwards. βI can lift you up if you need a hand.β He mentally scolded himself for pushing it. James wasnβt so much afraid of Mika Revel.
It was more of the Spice Pupsβ’ and their new hit single Wannabe Mauling James & co. To a Bloody Puddle.
A cool gaze turned to Cedric, mentally he was kinda thankful for Sorayaβs Way-With-Words and Eloquence-Aside as she shot down both Mika and Whatβs-His-Face. βIβm the third wheel of a tricycle then. Canβt go on without me.β Or at least that was something someone had said (maybe Timbo, he was way wise) once when third-wheeling was still a thing to be worried about.
A hand ruffled through his hair, making it seem more unruly than it usually is. It all started by walking Billingβs Park and now they happened upon the Spice Pupsβ’, Vampire-Oompa-Loompa, Mr. Needs-To-Learn-Manners, and Eliza βWho-Wants-To-Get-Mauledβ Thornberry. He figured Soraya could handle herself, but Peyton was well-Peyton Molly and the kid could take what is dished out to him but that didnβt mean James wouldnβt have to pull out the Superman Band-Aids for their bruised egos in the end.
He wouldnβt share the Superhero Band-Aids with Soraya though. Not that he didnβt not like her, she just didnβt seem the type to appreciate them.
And James was Petty Wapβ’ when it came to his band-aids.
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 22:22:30 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- When everyone left the cafeteria, Katarina left as well. However, she did not choose to accompany Peyton, Soraya, and James. Nah. She was better off by herself, anyway. Especially since she had a class. One for which she was going to be late if she did not hurry. Because, man, she had lost track of time. (coffee had a way of doing that sometimes, whoops. especially a good cup of coffee. and she had been a bit surprised by how..nice? the coffee had been? it had been good. great, even. for a college cafeteria, that was some dang good coffee. and she had needed a) the warmth and the caffeine. so. it was a win-win situation for katarina.)
(except for the fact that she had gotten so freakinβ distracted by both the good coffee and the entertaining conversation between soraya, peyton, and james that she was Almost Certainly Going To Be Late. and that was. not good.)
So, she was going to need to hustle. All the way across campus for the second time that morning. In the crazy-freaking-cold weather. (why had she left california? why? oh, yeah. because she was dumb.) So once she exited the cafeteria (bracing herself for the inevitable blast of frigidity not-so-subtly by both clenching her jaw and squeezing her eyes shut) β woo! Dang. That. Was. Cold. It probably didnβt help that she had just spent her last few minutes cooped up in a Super Warmβ’ room. But, whatever. She was stuck now. In the cold. With no choice but to move forward toward her new destination.
Groaning inwardly, she began to trudge forward, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as she shook like a leaf. Her nose was beginning to turn a light pink (as it often did in cold weather) as she walked, feet barely leaving the ground with each step but rather sliding. (she was trudging. skating, even. not so graceful for miss katarina accardi. not graceful, in the least.)
But then, her pocket vibrated. And reluctantly, she pulled her phone from the warmth of her parka to see what was happening. An email had just come in, an email from the professor of her next class. Class was cancelled. Great. Absolutely great. So what, she had just walked halfway across the entire freakinβ campus for nothing? In this weather? When she could have been sipping her coffee somewhere warm. Well. Now where was she gonna go? What was she gonna do? Now, suddenly, she had some time to kill. And heading back to her home was not really an option. (her roommate was freaking annoying. like. she didnβt have the energy to deal with gio right now, okay? just. no, thank you.) So. What were her other options? She could go for a walk? Maybe that was what she should do. Take a walk to Billingβs Park. Even though she felt like a Literal Ice Cubeβ’, that could be fun for her to do, right? Right. Okay.
It didnβt take her that long to get over there; just a few, short minutes of aimless shuffling across campus as she tried to conserve what little warmth she had left. Why had she decided to do this again? She didnβt know. She was feelinβ kinda dumb, right about now.
But then..something interesting caught her eye. What was this, a pow-wow in the park? A couple of faces looked vaguely familiar from this distance (she recognized mika revel almost immediately, simply because of his three dogs from hell; god, she hated those vile creatures) and was that..was that Cedric Harlot? She had heard something about him. And something told her that there was about to be a showdown between these two Big Personalities. And that was something that Katarina would certainly be interested in observing.
(as she neared the group, she noticed that soraya, peyton, and james had all arrived, as well. how funny. they all ended up in the same place, after all.)
Once she got within a few yards of the group, she took a deep breath, momentarily forgetting about the cold that gripped her entire being, and she flashed Mika, in particular, a bit of a sarcastic smirk. (she didnβt like this guy. no, no, no. something about him just..rubbed her the wrong way.)
βAh, Mika,β she began, tone almost sickeningly-sweet, βwhat a pleasant surprise.β (of course, there was a bit of a sardonic undertone to the cadence of her voice, but, whatever, that was just kat.)
Her gaze flicked around the remaining group of people, landing for a moment upon James, to whom she flashed a bit of a flirtatious wink. (of course she remembered how he had kind of stumbled over his own words when in her presence before, and that had been awfully entertaining, to say the least. maybe she could catch his attention again? she hoped so, if only for the amusement.)
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Jan 20, 2017 1:14:17 GMT -5
Mika Revel { billing's park } Mika zoned out for a solid five seconds the moment Soraya started talking to him. It didnβt take a whole lot of effort to tune her out, heβd liken it to the droning of a fly trapped behind glass. On and on. What brought him back to reality was the all-too familiar sound of Cedricβs spitting through his teeth. βHarlot, honestly, I already have three dogs, I donβt need a fourth. That said, Iβd appreciate it if you stopped following me around like a lost toddler.β To be fair though, unbearable as Cedric was, he was one of the only people clever enough to think of jabs involving traits other than Mikaβs height. A fact that James kindly reminded him of the moment he opened his hideous mouth.
Mika, of course, being the young gentleman he was, ignored him. To give James an ounce of attention was to invite him to continue. What was the saying? Donβt feed stray cats? James was considerably lower than a stray cat on Mikaβs scale. More like a rat, to be perfectly honest.
Heβd nearly forgotten the reason he came over in the first place until Peyton reached out his filthy hand and touched Lavender. If heβd been capable of showing a range of emotion other than disinterest and disgust, Mika would have jumped straight to furious. His eyes glinted with a hard light, βLavender. Cinnamon. Sit.β The dogs obediently plopped down in the snow, still buzzing with excitement. βListen, Iβm sure youβre not aware of how to behave yourself when meeting new people, so let me make this as simple as possible: do not touch my dogs unless you plan on dropping dead twice. Understood?β Clearly not. The boy seemed dense in the head considering the company he kept.
βNow, if youβll excuse meββ The moment Mika turned, hoping at last to leave the park and everyone in it, he was met byβ¦ An unfortunate appearance. Kat Accardi. He had encountered her enough to place her within the same category as Cedric Harlot. Whereas James and his pals were minor nuisances, Cedric and Kat were something close to rivals. Or, as close as Mika figured he would get to having a real rival. βI wish I could say the same for you, dollymop. Katherine, was it? Unfortunately, your presence isβ¦ How should I put this? Appalling.β
He was done here. Mika had hoped for a pleasants stroll through the park, what he had gotten instead were sore eyes and a headache. He whistled for Lavender and Cinnamon. Sweetpea, on the other hand, was preoccupied at the moment. His attention had turned away from Alwyn and onto something not ten feet from his master. A large, dark shape moved swiftly across the park, it's movements disturbingly fluid despite the snow. Sweetpea took a defensive stance; head low, hackles raised, the beginnings of a snarl now took shape, curling back over his gums to reveal saliva-dripping fangs. A growl rattled like thunder in the dog's chest. The shape drew to a halt, close enough for Sweetpea to see what it was. Another dog. Larger than himself and twice as black with eyes like glittering rubies.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 20, 2017 16:03:03 GMT -5
Soraya al-Farashatan:
Soraya was digging her nails into the palms of her hands to keep herself from swinging at these two boys. The possessed doll had at least come over to retrieve his dogs from their curious playtime but the golden-eyed boy was just here to cause trouble. And it was working. Soraya could feel his every syllable digging down and writhing under her skin like a hideous parasite. Words rose to her throat like bile but she couldnβt cough them out. So instead she glared daggers at the two boys, hoping they would leave soon.
When Mika snapped at Peyton over petting his dogs she glowered at him. βTheyβre just dogs, clearly theyβre not getting enough affection from you so they have to find it in other people.β But before she could keep ranting about how his dogs should be on leashes if he didnβt want other people near them. And then scolding herself for such a comment because of course they were big dogs and needed exercise. Then Kat walked over. Soraya just stared at her for a moment, she didnβt remember Kat coming here with them but clearly she had stopped by the park just to say hello to Mika and to flirt with James some more. By the looks of it, Mika did not appreciate her company.
She was about to step around them, finally flee from the situation and carry on with her walk when the third dog began to growl at something. Sweetpeaβs aggressive stance wasnβt quite enough to know that the newcomer was a threat. For all she knew Sweetpea always treated other dogs as though they were a threat. But as her gaze drifted past the doberman to the approaching creature beyond all she could see was a massive dog. A dog that was more like a shadow incarnate with eyes that glistened like fresh blood. From where Soraya stood she could feel that the creature wasnβt natural. But she didnβt listen to that part of her. Already she had chalked the thing up to being just a rabid dog.
βWhat in the worldβ¦β Was all she could manage as she took a step forward to try and get a better look at the beast.
Cedric Harlot:
βOh but, Revel, I do so enjoy your company itβd be a shame if we had to end our meeting so soon,β he said with a sly smirk dancing on his lips. The trio before him were already starting to bore him, they didnβt know how to have any fun. Heβd have to move on to find a new target soon. Meeting Sorayaβs steel gaze he chuckled, βMy dear girl, I would hold my tongue if I were you. Where you come from itβd be difficult indeed to find a suitable husband if you jabber on like a crazed mockingbird.β At that Soraya stiffened and Cedric could have sworn she recoiled to strike like a snake. βWhat do you know of my country? You just spit stereotypical nonsense to get a rise out of me!β Cedricβs eyes gleamed with amusement. βSo then it seems iβve gotten what I wanted.β
At that Cedric turned his attention on Peyton and James with his lips uptilted. βA tricycle? How cute of you, did you pick that up from a comeback forum? Tuck that into the back of your mind for such a time as now did you?β Tapping his forefinger against his chin his eyes flicked over Soraya once more before adding, βPerhaps Iβm wrong about who the real third wheel is here. Finally get between the lovers did you, girl?β Soraya snarled, βMy name is Soraya al-Farashatan. Not girl.β
Cedric simply nodded in bare acknowledgement as he waved his hand dismissively. Then a new menace entered the play. Kat. He returned to his natural state of looking somewhere between bored and amused as she addressed Mika and only Mika. Heβd consider it an insult if he didnβt seem her as the incarnation of a sewer rat.
He hardly noticed the snarling dog behind them and the monster that he was trying to protect his beloved master from.
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Post by koi on Jan 21, 2017 0:09:09 GMT -5
peyton mollz
Peyton thinks one of his more admirable qualities is his ability to let things slide, carries the regret for less time he carries a breath of air in his lungs, exhales, repeats. He is proud of the feathers on his back that shed criticism so thoroughly. Esther, once, called him out on itββIt doesnβt make you strong, Peyβin. Youβre controlled, yeah, but youβve never been strong. I donβt really think youβll ever be, kid.β Peyton is, essentially, the human embodiment of the word anyhow followed by a complete subject change. You canβt keep that breath in forever. To quote Marya Hornbacher because I have an unhealthy obsession: βThere is, in the end, the letting go.β
(At least James has bandaids for after the fact. Peyton hopes theyβre Spiderman ones.)
So Peyton comfortably states βAlright,β as he takes his hand off of Lavenderβs head (and if he really still wants to pat the deserving-of-tummy-rubs dog, then thatβs just his own problem, and he needs to get over it). Really, thatβs all it takes. Mika couldβve just said βnahβ and Peyton wouldβve replied the same. Whereas Peytonβs sister is a Big, Goddamn Dinkus and would probably have stuck her tongue out and given Lavender the pattinβ of its life while staring Mika in the eyes, Peyton is more of a lenient character, and no, it donβt make him strong, but it makes him agreeable, and thatβs all Peyton really wants. He just stands back up, brushing his cold hands on the front of his pants, wondering if he really smells that strongly of good olβ Mary Joanna.
Peytonβs expression quite quickly shifts into something rather victimized. Come onnn! You declare your love for a guy once over a few boxes of mac and cheese and now youβre getting mistaken as being lovers with the dude? Seriously. For someone who is so dear to Peytonβs heart, James sure ends up giving Peyton a daily sum of 99 problems. Maybe less. But 99 sounds good. Peyton scrunches his nose at Cedric at his words, like the 19 year old equivalent of a little boy declaring girls have cooties. Except, yβknow, James is the hypothetical girl with cooties here. Which is sort of accurate. Anyhow. Kat makes a grandiose reappearance again, has Peyton turning his head in surprise at the sound of her now-familiar-but-slightly-off voice. The sort of voice that tastes like cherry-flavoured medicine, sweet in a godawful way, and Peytonβs eyebrows just furrow, as they already were, hands find the piercing in his ear, twirls it between his fingers, a nervous habit, eyes ghosting over Soraya standing next to him, still. He feels bad for herβshe is rising to the challenge of Cedricβs words and then some, chews them up and spits them right out like a Danish candy that tastes weird as hell (I have a terrible experience with Danish candy. Anyways). She is fighting a terrific fight, however, a battle that should seem equal, but there is something about Cedric that is justβunnerving. Speaking of which.
Peyton, quietly, follows the line of Sorayaβs vision as she takes a step forward with a question on her lips, and his eyebrows furrow Immediately. What the everloving sh*t is that? The obvious answer is: itβs a dog. But it doesnβt look like a dog. It looks more like something that was dragged out from the Time Out corner at your local animal shelter, pelt made of shadowy ink, and he swears to heck that its eyes are red? Dread sifts through Peyton's thoughts immediately, making them muddy, but he manages to elbow James mildly in the side, points at Hell Beast Part 2 (cedric is part 1) and says, quietly, "Hey, it's you after tequila."
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Post by intentional on Jan 21, 2017 0:15:17 GMT -5
Alwyn Conway ;;
Alwyn was trying her very darn hardest to keep calm against the threatening looking dog. If the owner looked nice (in this case, he was probably the furthest from daisies and rabbits β cutesy, nice things), she wouldβve asked the owner to help. But the boy seemed very preoccupied with the other strangers that had showed up. And from where she was standing, Alwyn guessed that he was insulting the others and things were starting to heat up between all of them.
Alwyn had her hands next to her, palms open, just in case the dog took her fisted hands as a threat. In her line of experience with aggressive animals, treats were a must to earning their trust, but considering sheβd been out at this park since five am, dog treats had been the last thing on her mind. How had her solitary stroll turned into a dog-petting time? She hadnβt even greeted the owner yet, and their owner didnβt seem the friendliest of people, and Alwyn was intimidated by him (a first).
Alwyn was about to talk to the dog again when he suddenly looked away from her. His brown eyes seemed to be focused on something behind her, and Alwyn turned to follow the dogβs gaze. What she saw shocked her, and she immediately got up from the snow, dusting herself off, but her ocean blue eyes never leaving the shape. She could hear the doberman snarling towards the shape, and the creature stopped, allowing Alwyn to try to decipher what it was. It seemed to be a very large dog with very, very black eyes. She didnβt even know creatures could have black eyes as dark as its was.
She proceeded to walk closer to the beast, but in the direction where the people were, as to warn them. Maybe they saw it too? If the dog could see it, then Alwyn clearly wasnβt crazy. But it didnβt hurt to make sure. So she slowly made her way towards the group of people, as to not agitate the unknown creature. Once Alwyn saw that she was within an audible distance between them, she began to talk in a voice that was lower than her usual voice.
βHey, guys, not to interrupt or anything, but do you guys see that massive dog-like creature over there?β Alwyn asked, discreetly pointing ahead of them.
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Post by shades on Jan 21, 2017 16:45:41 GMT -5
βYou can trust a dog to guard your house, but never trust a dog to guard your sandwich.β βJames Grayson
Billingβs Park Friday, February 24th, 2017 12:05 PM
While everyone was bickering back and forth, James was focused on the far off undergrowth at the emerging dog before anyone noticed it truly was there. Normally, James would slap Peyton and point excitingly at any form of animal while proceeding to ask if they could pet it, or attempt to take any stray animals home. This time, James paused as he stared at the feral animalβa term he would not use lightly. For one, the dog had strong jaws that looked it could bite clean through bone. Red eyes gleaming like a poorly taken Polaroid picture, bloodshot, making James wondered if it had been fed or feeding itself on drug-infused-scraps. James was hesitant when he began slapping the nearest person frantically, but it fell on too-focused-on-bickering ears.
Insults thrown his way fell on deaf ears as the creature let out a low, guttural growl that alerted its presence. James gulped loudlyβalmost comically.
No one has a high regard for how perceptive James is, however, normally it would fall on bragging and I-Told-You-So, but now was not the time. βEnlightening Peyton. The difference though is this dog seems to actually capable of ripping out our throats.β James stared at it, taking an unconscious step back as it let out another deafening noise likened to any clichΓ© monster. βI donβt think a band-aid will be enough for what it can do to us.β James whispered, wide blue eyes keeping watch on the dogβhe thinks it is a dog, it looks more like a bearβkeeping it closely in his vision.
βAs much as I loathe to admit to having a soul,β James shuddered. βBut I really donβt wish your dogs to get hurt, Revel. Nor anyone, so can weβmake like thieves and skedaddle?β His lithe fingers fiddled with each other in the bitter cold.
The bear-dog took a step forward, haunches raised as though it was about to lung; itβs growling becoming more insistent. Large head moved from one person to another, James would have been petrified with fear if it werenβt for the strange sense of familiarity that should not be there. βDude, I think I saw a dog-bear like this in a dream once.β James whispered urgently to Peyton, insistent. βIt was electrocuted or something.β His mind flashed to the dream last night; a loud ringing erupting in his brain. He stood his ground until he knew everyone was going to runβno matter how much his fight-or-flight stimulus was racking his brain. Telling him he had to get out of here, the growling rumbling through his whole body.
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Post by shades on Jan 21, 2017 17:49:25 GMT -5
βWrite βnothing is set in stoneβ on my grave as both a witty joke and subtle warning that I will evade death.β βFletcher Matei-Moser
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 11:55 AM
It wasnβt unusual to see a lone figure sitting on the benches of campus, sifting through thoughts, ignoring the steady and pervasive chill rolling through the air. The figure was clad in darkness, a large coat hanging loosely around its frame: hiding all defining features, hood drawn up. Students would pass, thinking nothing of it: theyβve seen stranger when the students cracked and had to let out the pent up stress.
However, it was most unusual to spend the morning on a bench.
Tanned skin, dark hair falling in light waves, and unusually bright green eyes staredβwhite teeth chewing on his lip thoughtfully. βYouβre going to catch your death, Morpheus.β He stated, huddling closer to his thin jacket to shield himself from the cold. The wind blew his locks over his fair face, drawing a youthful laugh from him. βI would know, I knew many who died in this weather.β
A statement that hung in the air and clung to them like the dead. Death had a tendency of following Fletcher Matei-Moser around the world. The figure remained ominous, but Fletcher did not mind. The seat was cold next to the figureβbut Morpheus remained silentβsomething Fletcher did not know was an invitation to keep speaking, or not. They lulled, the wind whistling. It brought a hush to the campus.
βThe stench of death follows the wind.β His button-nose twitched, hands rubbing together. Green eyes stared in the distanceβlost in thought, eyes trained on a faraway scene. βTheyβre escaping, the hounds, possibly more. Cronus racks against the cage holding him, his shouts louder, and his commands falling on the ears of the lost. Even my influence on the Underworld will not bring them to command without their Lord. Even his command is unfamiliar after thousands of years.β Briefly, he stared at his handsβnoting the tanned flesh of his skin, wincing as he curled his fingers against his cold palms.
There was silence. Fletcher was used to it, Morpheus was never lively in the mortal world. βTalking will get us nothing, it seems. I will leave you, doing what it isββ He stopped, to find the empty space beside him, the figure of Morpheus having disappeared. Too green eyes, like emeralds gleaming in the yellow of the sun, blinked. But it did not appear again, nor did Fletcher recall the flutter of his coat as he left; a mystery. His legs drew to crisscross, fingers fiddling with each other.
His thoughts raced to the distance, a sense of omniscience as he felt each link to mortality torn. Death never left the worldβimpossible for him to leave. He was bound by the divine laws of mortality. Each decade he would pull the souls of his siblings, friends, comradesβwatching them float away towards a new host, a new cycle. Death couldnβt run from order of the world, and humanity couldnβt escape Death. It was an endless loop.
Fletcher Matei-Moser was a young man who came from Austria, after he parents passed away in a fatal car accident. With no known living relatives in Austria, he was moved to the United States (one of the few kids adopted overseas). From there death followed him from family member to family member, foster family to the streets. It was something Thanatos found fitting, his bright green eyes flickering over the groundsβsettling once again on the scene in the far off. He could sense the growing distress; part of him wished to become involved, but he knew that the figure (Morpheus) through silence had told Death no. For he could not be involved as a deityβalthough Fletcher could easily find himself lost in the crowds and the classes he was not enrolled in.
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robin
Enfj--Gryffindor--Pukwudgie--Dog Obsessed--History Lover--Total Work in Progress
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Post by robin on Jan 21, 2017 18:29:32 GMT -5
There was something almost comforting about the chill in the air. The crispness of the wind and the tiny goosebumps it made materialize on the back of her neck reminded Hannah of home. In Connecticut this weather would mean it was time for an array of winter festivals and local craft fairs. She could almost smell the polish of the little wooden trinkets and decorations she and her father would make in the garage to sell at the festivals and fairs. It had been there way of making a home, knowing the other was there even when he was half a world away fighting someone elseβs war in the desert. Yes, there was comfort in the cold.
The chime of an alarm on her phone startled the young blonde back to the present moment. Right. She wasnβt at home in Connecticut with her father, she was in Corinth, Virginia on her lunch break. A hint of pitch black caught Hannahβs eye and she turned abruptly, just in time to catch a glance of a cloaked figure disappearing. Wait, disappearing? No that couldnβt be right. People didnβt just vanish into thin air. This was the real world not Harry Potter, although that would be kind of fun, being able to apparate and all andβ¦.NO! Dammit Hannah! Focus!
A person had just blinked out of existence, at least she thought it was a person. But how could such a thing possibly happen? Without realizing it the golden haired girl was treading closer and closer to the scene of the crime (okay, itβs a bench but I wanted to feel dramatic). Something magnetic seemed to have appeared in the winter wind, luring her closer and closer. She kept staring at the spot where the cloak had been until her eyes began to water and she was forced to wipe the inconvenient tears from her eyes. Hannah stared until everything went a bit blurry, but this wasnβt Whereβs Waldo or some Magic Eye picture, there was no secret message hiding. It was just a spot, in a park, on a bench. Probably. And thatβs when the world turned upside down, well, technically sideways, as she collided hard with a solid object she would later know as Fletcherβs foot and took a nose dive onto the grass. Immediately the red-pink flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks and Hannah pushed herself up off the ground, quickly turning to meet her victimβs gaze.
βOh god I-Iβm so sorry I just wasnβt looking where I was going and I guess the ground is a bit more slippery than I guessed and these are new shoes which I should probably return because their traction clearly sucks and-oh dear, Iβm rambling. What I meant to say is sorry for bothering you.β Hannah blurted out. Her bright emerald gaze was full of concern and anxiety and her hair was...well, it was full of dirt clumps and grass that she had yet to notice.
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Post by mags on Jan 22, 2017 20:03:48 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- A bit of a grin crossed Katarina's full lips as Mika's response reached her ears. Her presence was appalling. And he couldn't remember her name. But was that the best he could do? Okaaay, Mika. Whatever, dude. Honestly, biting something back wouldn't even be worth her time. Not right now, anyway. Not when she was feeling this lazy. Something about Mika Revel was just overwhelmingly draining. Like. He sucked the fun out of everything. It was like he was the one-and-only Happy Spongeβ’ or something. Like that one person who just went around absorbing everyone's good moods. (not that kat was even in the best mood. but. whatever. you get the point.)
Her attention was drawn away from Evil Spawn Mika as a low, guttural growl pierced the air around them. (and she had to admit, originally, she thought that this particular noise had just come from one of mika's three dogs from hell. she would soon learn that she was poorly mistaken.) Her head turned slowly, breath catching in her throat as she spotted the true beast, one much bigger and stronger-looking than any of Mika's pets. Good god, what was that thing? Not a dog. Couldn't be a dog, though it seemed to share some features of one. But this...this thing was much, much more feral-looking. Wild. Untamed. Almost like a small bear? (but, like. bears didn't have freaking red eyes, did they?)
And, for a moment, she forgot about the rivalry between herself and Mika. Or about the fact that she had only met the majority of these people today. She didn't really want to see any of them get hurt. (god, kat, do you actually have a heart in there? really? who knew.)
As the beast stepped forward, Kat instinctively stepped backward, almost ramming into Peyton (whoops). She glanced over her shoulder briefly, offering a murmured apology, before, again, fixing her copper gaze back upon the bear-dog-whatever-thing-it-was. It was creeping closer. And something told her that it would be able to move waaaay faster than any of them. Maybe even all of them put together. Anyway. She didn't really wanna have to find out how fast this thing was? Like. Getting chased down by some weird-as-hell-creepy-monster-thing was not on her bucket list, thank you very much. None of them would be able to outrun this thing, though. That she could say with (almost) certainty. But..fighting it didn't really seem like it would be all that great of an option either? So, like. What were they supposed to do?
She cast an almost-fearful look in James' direction. Out of everyone, he seemed to be that one guy who had it together. (maybe. probably not, but oh well.) She didn't know what they were supposed to do. How were they gonna get out of this one?
Good lord. This was not what she signed up for today.
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Post by shades on Jan 23, 2017 19:25:54 GMT -5
βYou know. Death does enjoy pizza.β βFletcher Matei-Moser
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 11:58 AM
βHesββ Fletcher almost blurted, before he quickly composed himself. He chuckled slighted, remembering a far off memory of a virgin goddess of the hearth and home. βItβs no problem, really.β A tanned hand offered out to the girl, Fletcherβs dark brow raised slightly. A charming smile plastered in place as he helped the girl up; his fingers curled in the fabric of his jeans.
βYou have some dirt, and uh grass.β He scratched at his hair and cheek, a sly smile on his upturned lips. However, the smile didnβt stay for long as his green eye glossed overβhead snapped towards the faraway sound carried in the wind, unheard to the mortal ears of the girl before him.
βBut seriously,β his attention snapped back to the girl, forcing himself to be placid and kept in-place. βAre you okay, tatlΔ±m? That was quite the re-acquaintance with the ground.β He appeared amused, though Fletcherβs small smile didnβt quite give off a glow that it normally did.
What did she see that made her so, frantic? Perhaps Morpheus was not as elusive as he had thought. No. The old god was aware, possibly fooling around (a cruel joke, nonetheless) or possibly attempting to bring about a memory jolt (Mnemosyne was hard to find, eluding the gods for thousands of years. Whatever it may be, Fletcher didnβt find himself as amused as he normally would. It could compromise the whole mission! And he couldnβt believe βsaving the world and returning his family to normalβ is even considered to be likened to something of a James Bond film!
βYou okay? You seem, frantic?β
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Post by intentional on Jan 26, 2017 17:44:03 GMT -5
Alwyn Conway ;;
She felt weirdly safe with these batch of people, although she was pretty sure sheβd never met them before in her life. Seriously, she didnβt recognize a single person in this group. Her thoughts were growing off-tangent at the prospect ofβ¦ death by this really big monstrous dog. But the dog seemed oddly familiar, in a weird way β she couldnβt place where sheβd seen this type of creature before. Certainly thisβ¦ thing wasnβt one of Mother Natureβs natural creations?
The boy in front of her, who seemed to talk in a very sarcastic tone, began to retreat away from the dog, as any sane person would do. This guy wouldnβt stop talking to someone named Peyton (she seriously didnβt know anyone here).
His suggestion to run seemed ideal, but the dog looked like it could run as fast as a horse, if not faster. And they were all certainly not faster than horses, nor was Alwyn certain that all of them would survive playing tag with this gigantic beast-dog. Speaking of the dog, it wouldnβt stop growling, and it looked very angry, a different sort from the angry dogs sheβd seen during her time in the shelter.
Although the dog looked very frightening, much like James, she seemed to have a sense of familiarity and awareness of this creature. The boy started talking about this dog being in his dream and it being electrocuted. That threw Alwyn off, for she finally remembered where sheβd seen this dog before. Much like the boy, sheβd dreamt of this dog as well. Except in her dream, the dog had drowned.
Was she going crazy? How could something that sheβd dreamt of be here, in front of her, in real life?
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