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Post by Amber on Jan 19, 2017 10:15:01 GMT -5
Ack
I'm so sorry
Will make my form today
Classes have been a beast and I'm sick
And have gotten no sleep for two days
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 10:54:41 GMT -5
MIS <33
stay here
ily
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 11:45:11 GMT -5
i insist
stay here
grace us w ur beautiful presence <3
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 15:10:23 GMT -5
psh
ok appz
well i love u mis
dont listen to her
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Jan 19, 2017 18:34:00 GMT -5
jace blackthorn + raelyn silvers
The thunderstorm seemed to go on for hours; the constant rumbling of the skies with the pairing of the dark purple and electric blue streaks crossing the horizon. Each of the clouds were ringing with different amounts of sounds and electricity — it was a different type of scenery, one that some can find frightful or others could find beautiful. The night sky was heavy with rainclouds, and there seemed to be no sign of release. The raindrops pattering against the pavement, leaving no mercy when for anyone or anything outside.
The sound of the door opening caused a smokey haired girl to swivel on her toes, her hair flying around her like a dark, broken halo. As she came to a halt, her startling blue eyes narrowed with annoyance and accompanied by the furrow of her dark eyebrows. Her hand immediately flew to her hips, cocking to the side with a sense of attitude that only this dark female would process. Her eyes began to focus on the figure at the door.
The male standing in the doorway was drenched, the rainfall merciless upon his body. He was dripping, his golden hair was stuck to his forehead and his eyelashes were collecting the small drops that managed to travel down his tan skin. Reaching up, he ran a wet hand through his even wetter hair, causing it to flick some water upon the surroundings. His eyes went from the doorknob that his hand was still around up to where the girl with smokey hair was standing and suddenly a dark expression crossed over his face. “Can I help you?” The male grumbled, as he pulled the door closed behind and allowed his drenched self to stand in the foyer of the house. His gorgeous amethyst colored eyes, however, never left the girl’s as he waited for a response.
The girl rolled her blue eyes, her hand digging into her own hip — frustration rolling off of her in waves. “Where in the hell did you go?” She snapped back, her voice just as sharp as his was. There was no hesitation and especially there was no backing down from the challenge he retorted at her. “Jace, you know that you're not supposed to go out alone,” the female hissed, her teeth clenched with anger.
“Last time I checked, you weren’t my babysitter.” The male, Jace, rolled his eyes and shrugging his shoulders as if leaving the house was no big deal. He slowly shimmied off his wet leather jacket, revealing a soaked gray tee. It clung to his muscles, coating him as if it was a second skin. The golden haired male removed his shoulders and kicked them to the side of the foyer, where they hit the wall with ease. He had taken the girl out of his sight for two seconds, but it didn’t last any longer as he repositioned his violet eyes upon the smokey haired girl, her expression unchanging.
He gave a slow, dark smile. Blinking slowly, he brought his fingers up to his lips and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth. A dark red liquid transferred to his finger before he deliberately sticking the tip of his finger between his lips, his tongue darting out. His smile only grew darker as he saw the girl’s facial expression change from anger to complete outrage.
“You left, by yourself, so you could get yourself a midnight snack?” She growled, her chest rumbling as she took a step towards Jace. However, as she did so, Jace’s hand shot up in a stop movement, causing the irate female to stop in her tracks, surprisingly. Although — it was no surprise, as Jace was no regular guy. He was a vampyre, and even more so, the prince of the vampyres. He was no young vampyre either and just because he was a royal didnt mean he liked to be treated as a child.
“Raelyn, who do you think you are?” He laughed, the sound was not of cheer or anger but it was somber, at best. He took another step forward, and was suddenly within an inch of the female’s face. “I do as I damn well please. I’ve been walking this earth far longer than you, so please, challenge me one more time.” Jace allowed his full, plush lips to be pulled into a sardonic smirk. He knew, as well as she did, that no vampyre could truly challenge him. However, the vampyre prince did know that technically, as he was the leader of the team, he was also the watchful eye of each and every one of them. No one on the team was supposed to leave the house by themselves, for there was a killer loose and who knows what is to be expected.
If Raelyn was startled by the movement of Jace, she did not show it. Her crystallized blue eyes were hard, and narrowed, as she stared right back at the prince. “Well, I’m Raelyn, obviously you knew that and apparently, you have forgotten that you cannot do whatever you damn well please or otherwise, mommy and daddy will make you come home faster than you can threaten me again.” Her teeth were bared, aggression obvious in her posture. She leaned forward and, shockingly, kissed Jace’s cheek with quite the swiftness. She took a step back and the beautiful vampyre was wearing a striking smile, her lips pulled back over perfect, white teeth — blessings of being a vampyre, you could say.
Jace growled but made no attempt to go after Raelyn, who was pivoting on her toes — knowing that she was untouched. He stood there, his eyes darkening with hatred. Raelyn truly got on his nerves, but she always made good points which were even more frustrating. He has known the beautiful girl since she was turned, so their arguments were no more than common fighting that would happen between siblings. Jace was not very charitable though, and often came across as very harsh — his reputation precedes him. The smoked haired girl could care less though, as her bark was only a warning for the bite that would come.
An innocent smile pulled over Raelyn’s full lips as she turned on her heels, “oh Jace, you woke up the team; what a shame.” Looking over her shoulder, her hair accented the dark glint in her blue eyes.
The team had just arrived in London, England; they had flown in from hong kong, china, so the flight was terribly long. Even vampyres have to sleep, it is just a rumor that they do not sleep. They do not sleep like mundanes but they certainly need rest, otherwise, they become pretty useless.
Anyways, they got wording that the killer was roaming around, as more vampyres were showing up dead in Europe. It was only a matter of time before the killer or killers slipped up but however, this was not one of those times. When the team had touched down, it was late and raining horribly so they all decided it would be a good idea to turn in, after eating, and start in the morning. As you can see, that did not go according to plan.
Jace stood there, gorgeous in soaked clothing and Raelyn with a victorious smile upon her face. It was only a matter of time for the team to have heard the argument and to come see what was up. It was nice of Jace to finish cleaning up his meal but they would know what he did — not that they could do much, but still … rules are rules and this handsome prince tended to break the majority of them.
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Post by floruit on Jan 19, 2017 19:15:48 GMT -5
thanks! i finally finished with his bio and will probably get a reply up fairly soon? tonight or tomorrow most likely. it depends on how quickly i can finish up others things i need to do, as my past few days have been busy.
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Post by Amber on Jan 19, 2017 22:32:48 GMT -5
I'll finish my form tomorrow Appz
Sorry for the delay
my abscessed tooth is hurting pretty bad
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 23:17:26 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- this is so bad i'm literally going to cry. i'm so tired. this is so short. oops. (plus i totally didn't proof this don't judge me)
---- A soft rumbling of thunder awakened Katarina from her slumber. Stifling a groan, she blinked her honey-brown eyes open, lips curled downward in a scowl of agitation. It was either really late, or really early. And either option was unacceptable. Why was it that thunder (and this wasn’t, like, a ground-shaking storm. So. How lame was it that Kat couldn’t manage to sleep through it? Pretty freakin’ lame) could wake her, but a super-obnoxious party couldn’t? She didn’t understand her sleep. It was a fickle thing, really. Unpredictable. She wished that she could simply sleep through the night without waking. Was that too much to ask? Apparently. But. Without her sleep, Katarina became rather..irritable. (As in, more than normal. Her personality made her reasonably on-edge, normally, so just imagine how bad it could get when she lacked her beauty rest. It wasn’t pretty, that was for sure.)
She allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness of her bedroom, and they did so rather quickly. Her gaze darted to the window as a crack of thunder was immediately followed by a bright, almost blinding streak of lightning. And that was enough to get her out of bed, if only for a moment, simply so she could draw the drapes. She didn’t need any more light than necessary in the room, thanks.
And just as she was about to crawl back into bed, she heard yet another noise which, initially, surprised her: the sound of the front door shutting. Gentle as the sound was, Katarina’s adept hearing still managed to pick up on the rather distinct noise, and her eyebrows puckered ever-so-slightly — in confusion, more than anything. She knew the rules of the group well: not a single member of the team was to leave the house alone, due to a killer on the loose. (And, granted, at this point, she was only assuming that the vampyre had left without accompaniment. But considering the lack of more than one set of feet shuffling across the ground, she was decently certain that her assumption was, indeed, correct.)
At this point, Katarina’s curiosity overruled her need for sleep, so clad in only a pair of silky shorts and a tank top, she crept out of her room and into the hallway. And it was then that she began to hear two familiar voices conversing, and she couldn’t stop the almost-mischievous smirk from spreading across her features. Running a hand through her, long, dark hair, she stepped out into the light, leaning against the back wall of the house’s foyer and crossing her arms loosely over her chest. She found herself amused, more than anything, at the interaction that took place before her.
Jace Blackthorn: the certified alpha male and leader of the group, and perhaps the only individual for whom Katarina held an ounce of respect. He was one who could truly stand on his own two feet. Someone who didn’t need to be babied. He was strong — almost to the point of being slightly intimidating (and that was saying something, as Katarina did not often find herself intimidated by many) — and, wow, he was hot. Like, even standing there, in the middle of the night, body dripping with rainwater, he was attractive. Seriously attractive. Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if there was not a single being — human or vampyre — in the world whom Jace Blackthorn could not seduce if he so pleased.
(And, of course, the story was the same for Katarina. But men were a source of entertainment for her, and nothing more. She would flirt a little and draw them into her clutches, use them for what she wanted, and then toss them away as if it were nothing at all. It was all a game to her, really. A fun game, a game she would not even dream of giving up, but a game all the same.)
And then there was Raelyn Silvers: she was a bit of a spunky individual, and was perhaps one of the only ones who was not afraid of standing up to Jace. (What was happening currently was surely proof of that.) Now she was a gorgeous girl, with bright, blue eyes and silvery hair. (Frankly, if she were truly honest, here, Katarina was envious of Raelyn, in a way. She just seemed to have everything together, and everyone precisely where she wanted them. There was a confidence about her that seemed to make everyone gravitate toward her. Even Katarina found herself wanting to gain Raelyn’s approval — and normally, she would die before giving someone that much power. But, I digress.)
Clearing her throat, Katarina uncrossed her arms and stepped forward — full lips slightly-parted in a sly smirk, copper eyes glinting with mirth — joining the two vampyres and tilting her head slightly to one side as she stopped before them.
“Well, well, well,” she began, head shaking lightly from side to side, tongue clicking in feigned disapproval, “what have we here?”
The tone of her voice was dark, slightly-sardonic and satirical in nature, and the sound, itself, was a bit rough with sleep. (After all, it was the middle of the night. And even though she was a vampyre, she still relied on her rest, you know.) An eyebrow slightly raised as her gaze flicked between Raelyn and Jace. Was someone being naughty and breaking his own rules? She chuckled lightly to herself at the thought. Jace always seemed to think of himself as above the law — and one could see why he would think that, as he was the prince, after all — but, in Katarina’s opinion, it was a bit ironic, considering the fact that he was the one to make the rules, and also the one to break them.
She noticed a bit of dark, crimson residue at the corner of his lips, and she raised a hand, taking her forefinger and wiping it away slowly. A dark chuckle escaped her lips as she raised the finger to her own lips, the mere taste of the drop or two of blood enough to elicit a sigh from Katarina. Only then did she realize just how hungry she truly was. And if Jace could go out by himself, then why couldn’t she? What made him so special? As soon as the questions crossed her mind, she knew the answer:
He was Jace Blackthorn.
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Post by floruit on Jan 20, 2017 2:27:17 GMT -5
[ here we go kids! i wrote most of this while quite tired, so apologies for any weird phrasing. ]
Erik couldn’t sleep. This was not a new problem for him. Some nights exhaustion came quickly, and he managed to sleep until dawn without waking up every few hours. Other times, he lay in bed for what seemed like hours, listening to the world go by around him. Heightened senses came with a heavy price. When he was a human, he could have just pulled a pillow over his head and blocked out the noise that was keeping him up. Not anymore. Now he couldn’t seem to ignore anything, no matter how desperately he wanted to. Hong Kong had been painfully loud, and London wasn’t much better. At least there were fewer people. He could usually tune out ambient noise, but voices were harder to ignore. Tonight, it wasn’t voices but the storm was what had first disturbed him—the thunder rumbled, and he was awake, sitting up in bed with all of his muscles tense. He sat still for a good ten minutes, until the twisted feeling at the pit of his stomach abated. After that, he wasn’t quite sure whether he was awake or dozing. It could be difficult to tell with no clock to watch. His phone was still in some bag or another—he hadn’t bothered unpacking after they had landed. It would have only taken him a few minutes, as he liked to travel light, but he wanted to keep it as a viable excuse to escape the rest of the group if they got into a conversation he didn’t want to be involved in.
He had agreed to this because he had no other choice. Ultimately, what he said didn’t matter if the council disagreed. Certain aspects of vampyre culture were still confusing to him, but only a newly turned vampire wouldn’t realize the vast amount of influence the council had. And although he assumed his teammates were more willing than him to join the group meant to find and destroy the current largest threat to vampyre society, sometimes he felt like he was the only one who took any of it seriously. Most of the team was older than him, but they acted like kids—like they didn’t know their actions had consequences. Erik had taken a strong stance against messing around in the beginning—he made some speech about owing it to the council to treat this job with the utmost seriousness in response to someone laughing at the list of orders they were supposed to follow—but no one seemed to share his values. They were constantly trying to one-up each other with scathing comments, never satisfied until they could claim to be the wittiest person in the room. He longed to have a meaningful conversation that didn’t feel like some verbal competition.
Vampyres were always trying to be better than the people around them. Erik had figured this out within a year or two of being turned. It was easier to appeal to their strength or status or intelligence than to argue with them. If you learned how to grovel, you could get just about anything you wanted. Unfortunately, he still had a little bit of pride that wouldn’t allow him to stoop that low. Mostly he argued when it was feasible and did everything himself once he was tired of talking. It was a good system. Taking on extra responsibilities left him tired, but that meant he could get time alone whenever he needed it by saying he was going to take a nap. No one bothered him while he was resting unless the group had encountered a serious problem.
So of course he was startled when he heard voices in the house over the sound of rain hitting his windows and the occasional growl of thunder. His mind went immediately to the worst possibility. Someone had been killed. It was only a matter of time until it happened—the group hadn’t done well keeping its activities under wraps, and not everyone could fight like he could. He was off of his mattress (not the bed; he preferred sleeping on the floor, so he simply pushed the bed frame into a corner and pulled the mattress off of it every time they moved to a new place) and fumbling with the lock when he noted that the voices weren’t raised, and both of them were familiar. But why were Jace and Raelyn having a conversation now? Weren’t they tired and jetlagged like everyone else? Why the hell were they trying to wake up the whole house? Erik wanted to explain away the strange situation and go back to sleep, but he was on edge now. Besides, he wouldn’t be able to rest easily until he knew what was going on. This was part of his job. Protect the group, no matter how difficult they tried to make it for you.
Now that he was somewhat calmer, he unlocked the door and opened it quietly, scanning the hallway for the other vampyres. None yet, as far as he could tell. His room wasn’t the closest to the foyer, which was where the voices were coming from, but he rarely slept well. It wasn’t surprising that he was one of the first to go investigate. He hadn’t bothered to get properly dressed or neaten himself up like he usually did before leaving his room, and he was sure he looked far more tired and unkempt than he liked to appear, with messy hair, a dark undershirt, and sweatpants that were definitely a size too large. When he stepped into the foyer, however, he took some comfort in noting that at least he was not the person half-clothed and dripping with water. Small victories mattered. Jace did look angry, but his glare seemed to be directed at Raelyn, not at the situation in general. Meanwhile, the silver-haired vampire was grinning smugly. Katarina was there as well, but he hadn’t heard her voice before now. Probably she had woken up just before he did.
“Am I missing something?” he murmured, looking around the room with a frown. Katarina was teasing Jace about something—or maybe that was supposed to be flirting. Honestly, he had gotten used to ignoring things like that. If someone in the house wanted to deal with the trouble of sleeping with someone they lived with, he wasn’t going to stop them. As long as he wasn’t expected to be part of the relationship, Erik didn’t really care. And as long as nothing was keeping him up at night. Which this was doing. He took a step closer, trying to figure out where to start with the questions for Jace—why he was stripping in the middle of the house might be a good place to start—then he noticed it. Blood. The smell of it was thick around the pureblood, but not Raelyn or Katarina. “You left the house alone.” It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation. “Do you have any idea how utterly stupid that is?”
You weren’t supposed to talk like that to a member of one of the most prestigious vampyre families, but proper decorum tended to slip away when you lived with someone. Especially when they woke you up in the middle of the night when you were trying to recover from flying to a different continent to do a job you never wanted to do in the first place and the scent of blood reminded you of how hungry you were and your judgement started to get clouded as the bloodlust hit. “You could have woken up any of us to go with you. You’re not the only one with an appetite, and we’re basically required to bend to your every whim. You’re the leader, after all. So how could your judgement be so poor? You have more of a stake in this than the rest of us combined. This is your world falling down around you. And you risk the safety of the group and the success of this operation to go out and get a meal?” The speech came out far more eloquently than he thought it would, but he had been thinking about this for quite some time. Why was it always the one who was supposed to set an example breaking the rules to make his life easier? Why did the rest of the group let him get away with it? Respect, respect, respect—whatever. Did Jace respect the group? He must have thought they were idiots to not realize what he had done. That or he knew they wouldn’t be able to do much of anything if they found out.
Erik knew damn well this was not the appropriate response to the situation, but he couldn’t keep overlooking dangerous behavior as the vampyre body count grew higher and higher. It had to be addressed eventually, and, as far as he knew, the rest of the group either feared, respected, or adored the pureblood. Perhaps all of the three in some cases. “Listen, I’m not trying to question your leadership,” he added, softening his voice, biting back phrases he desperately wanted to say. Diplomacy did more good than demanding when you were talking to a vampyre of higher status. “I just want to know if you understand what your actions could mean for finding whoever has gotten confident enough to start offing royal vampyres. These deaths can be stopped if we set aside what we individually want and get serious.” He was taking a risk in showing more spine than he had displayed for the past few weeks. Hopefully it would pay off.
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Post by Amber on Jan 20, 2017 11:55:40 GMT -5
Don't wait for me!
I'll reply later
but I don't know how long I will be
(it will be done tonight)
going to the em room then the dentist, and then shopping
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DM me if u want
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