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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 13:57:35 GMT -5
hell yeah
u are free
f o r n o w
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 14:05:30 GMT -5
f o r n o w
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 15:09:30 GMT -5
hey guys <3
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Post by Amber on Jan 21, 2017 15:14:54 GMT -5
hello!
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 15:19:47 GMT -5
how are u guys doing?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 15:53:37 GMT -5
i am. exhausted wtf
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Jan 21, 2017 16:00:24 GMT -5
jace blackthorn + raelyn silvers
Jace stood very still, his sharp amethyst eyes were positioned upon the back of Raelyn's head. His lips were in a straight line, frustration clouding his expression. That girl loved to cause problems and he was certainly not in the mood for it. However, she made it even worse by allowing the rest of the house to hear the commotion -- not that it was hard to keep such commotion to a minimum when it came to being around vampyres, who just so happened to have an inhuman ability to hear more than they should. The handsome vampyre was not one to back down from a challenge, his chin head high and his eyebrows were furrowed, causing just the tiniest of V's upon his forehead. His hair was still dripping wet against his forehead, leaving small trails of wetness in their downward path. Running his fingers through his wet hair once again, his eyes moved from Raelyn's silvery hair to where the shadows moved.
They slowly revealed the first vampyre to awaken to the commotion, he frowned even more as he noticed who it was. It was none other than Katarina, who was quite the troublemaker herself, only second to Raelyn who seemed to take the crown for that trait. Her silvery voice floated into the once silent air, breaking the tense airway between Jace and Raelyn. He saw Raelyn's stunning blue eyes turn to watch the movements of Katarina, a sort of curiosity was stirring in the depths. The smug smile that the female vampyre had once wore was now fading to a rueful smile -- now Jace knew that she would never feel bad for what was about to come, but that would certainly mean that hell would be in her future. The golden vampyre's reputation followed him everywhere and when it came to grudges, Jace could get so cold that he could freeze you out, all without you realizing it was happening ... not until he was already finished with you.
Just as Jace was about to respond to Katarina, she had moved towards him. Her movements were cat-like and very deliberate, causing the male vampyre to freeze for only a minute. Her finger came up, swiping against the corner of his mouth and he immediately knew what she was doing. A small chuckle came from her lips as she licked off the blood and as quickly as he could, he grabbed her wrist and slowly squeezed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was dark, his eyes were somber beneath his long golden eyelashes. His fingers dug into the skin around Katarina's wrist, and there was hardly any mercy in his movements. Knowing she was playing a dangerous game, the vampyre prince knew better than to get involved with someone like that - as much as he would enjoy it, he could only break so many rules in one night.
As he was letting go of Katarina's arm, he took a solid step away from her. He was about to leave the foyer, because Raelyn had caused enough drama for him tonight. However, that would not be the case. He let out an embittered sigh as another vampyre walked out of the shadows. It was none other than the true muscle of the group, even though he hardly looked like it. He looked ... unhappy. Just as Jace was going to ignore him and move to his room, Erik opened his mouth. A strong comment, an accusation, came out of his mouth, stopping Jace in his tracks, surprisingly. As Erik continued his flowing speech, the prince arched an eyebrow at his boldness; it wasn't everyday someone talked to a royal like that but here we go, it was happening. Though, luckily for the other vampyre, Jace could care less of what others thought about him. He had survived for so long and you didn't get to live that long without the comments, compliments, and complaints of other halfblood, even some pureblood, vampyres.
Crossing his arms over his broad chest, the vampyre prince gave a sly smile and paired it with a rumbling chuckle. "You think I endangered you or the operation? Hardly." An eye roll. Suddenly the handsome male grew serious. "I have lost more than you, and this killer's head will be in my hands soon enough. I'm not as careless as you may think," he snarled in response to Erik, ever-so-slightly losing his collective nature. Afterall, Jace knew more than any of the vampyres what this killer was capable of. It was his brother's blood written on the wall, the message clear as the moon in the night sky. It was all a constant reminder to the the prince that this was no joke, and very serious. However, Jace was quite impulsive. He gave a somber chuckle at the comment of not questioning his leadership; "You do as you please; I don't need your approval, Erik." Again, Jace was not known to be the nicest royal there was. His brother, Ashton, was known to be the kind one and unluckily for them, it was the good son that was killed. It shook the vampyre kingdom more that the youngest royal son was killed, more than the eldest. Jace used to be a well liked vampyre but over the many decades, he changed ... changed for the worst and no one really has been able to figure out. It certainly made being on a team with him, just a tad bit difficult.
And yet, another one of the team members awoke and was trudging into the foyer. It was just another set of eyes upon the prince. This time, bright forest green eyes were staring at Jace, a bit of sleepiness was worn across the incoming female's face. Sydney, or rather as she liked to be called ... Capri. "Never said the rest of you guys weren't allowed to feed, that was your own choice." The male shrugged his shoulders as if he could care less. He was not here to make them starve and he was certainly not their babysitter. They were all adults, and had been alive long enough to know they can do as they please. Although, Jace supposed that repercussions of the council would make any halfblood or pureblood hesitant.
Rosario made his dramatic entrance as always, causing all eyes to maneuver to his position. His words came out paired with a broadening smile, the vampyre was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He seemed to be the only one, other than Raelyn, who were truly awake and it truly showed in his facial expressions. Jace narrowed his eyes as he peered at the strange acting vampyre, however it really wasn't all that strange. Rosario had been like this the entirety of the trip so this was no different, at least not in Jace's eyes.
Last but not least, the newest addition to their team stumbled into the room -- late to the party, but at least gathering what happened. She decided that she would also voice her opinion, because apparently that was what everyone was doing tonight. Jace moved his eyes very slowly to peer at the new member, her tongue dripping a carefree kind of tone. As if her comments were hardly bothersome, but they did make quite a few jabs at the prince.
The royal stayed silent for a moment, before letting his eyes shift over everyone in the foyer. They were all staring at him, each set of eyes having a different expression crossing over them. He was used to it, the constant staring and the comments that seemed to follow anyone of his bloodline -- it wasn't the strangest thing to happen to the prince. He rolled his amethyst eyes before shrugging his shoulder loose. "I would say I'm sorry for breaking the rules, but I'm not. They are the council's rules, not mine, so i suppose you could say they are optional." A dark smile pulled at his wet lips. "I don't believe the rules mean to starve yourself. Go feed, you won't be useful to the team if you're wasting away." Jace gave a full blown smile, shrugging his shoulders as nonchalantly as he could. With that, he shouldered past Raelyn and Erik, moving up the stairs and away from the judging expressions; his soaked, clothed body was swallowed up by the shadows. He really didnt want to be bothered, and was looking for a hot shower and to just remain by himself. Now would that happen? Guess we would see.
Raelyn arched one of her thin eyebrows before glancing at the grandfather clock that was positioned against the wall of the living room, it was nearly four am in the morning. The sun would be rising soon and the mundane world would start to come alive. She glanced at the rest of the team, propping her hand on her hip. Her eyes quickly drifted to the disappearing figure of Jace. "It's early but we can find plenty of wandering mundanes, it would be a good time to hunt. Anyone interested?" It was a good time, not nearly dawn but late enough into the night sky that there wouldn't be too many threats to the team out there. After smelling the blood upon Jace's lips, she realized that she was starving and it would only continue to get worse the longer she waited to fed.
She slowly bit her lower, plush lip before speaking once again; her velvety voice full of hunger. "I suggest we go in pairs, not to attract too much attention to ourselves but enough protection in case anything goes wrong." With that, she waited to see if anyone else agreed or disagreed -- it was honestly up to them, but she knew that she couldn't be the only one feeling the thirst. It had been a long trip and they were way overdue for a hunting trip. The rain really wouldn't stop any predator from feeding and the vampyres were no different.
Raelyn licked her lips on more time, impatient.
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 16:34:17 GMT -5
i am in love w jace. in. love.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 16:36:55 GMT -5
u know that picture of the cat that has a knife to it . thats my vision of jace lmao
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 16:38:40 GMT -5
bro appz u know how much i love jace.
like he is my one true love(tm)
literally i cant wait to get home just so i can write lol
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 16:43:14 GMT -5
 actual image of jace |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 16:47:00 GMT -5
knife cat meme intensifies
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 17:17:05 GMT -5
omg i love the multiple knives one bc multiple people in rp
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 17:18:04 GMT -5
jace & raelyn together make me miss the old rp
summer was fun bc of that
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 17:27:32 GMT -5
nooooo its okay
bc jace & rae are still around lol
i love them so much omg
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 21:18:42 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- sorry for the short reply, guys. i need a nap.
---- As Jace wrapped his hand around her wrist, Katarina did not flinch. Though she understood the possible consequences of…fraternizing with Jace Blackthorn, prince of vampyres and self-proclaimed prodigy-child (god, even thinking about his arrogance made her want to gag), that did not deter her. And why would it? Was she not entitled to a little fun? Was he the only one allowed to play? If that were the case (in his mind, at least)…well. He would have another thing coming. That was for certain.
Her dark, copper gaze slowly fell upon Jace’s hand that was now wrapped quite tightly around her arm, head tilting slightly downward as her eyes narrowed. Where did he get the nerve to treat her this way? (She had to admit that part of her was impressed with the fact that he didn’t fall for her trivial teasing. Most would. In many cases, all she needed to do was pay a guy a little attention and then, just like that, they were hers. But alas, Jace was not that kind of guy. Part of her was relieved.) Her honey-brown eyes flicked up to meet his again, and a dark chuckle escaped her lips. It was quickly followed by a vaguely-impish smirk as he spoke. Again, she did not react to him. His words didn’t scare her, nor did his actions. If anything, they provoked her to test her boundaries with him a bit further.
With an eyebrow slightly-raised, she stepped forward, yet again, this time lifting her other hand, and allowing her fingertips to brush against his chin, tilting his head upward ever-so-slightly in an attempt to get him to look her square in the eye.
“I do what I please,” she replied, her tone smooth as silk, itself, though the volume of her voice never really raised much higher than a whisper (after all, with how close she was standing to him at this point, there really was no need), “and don’t think you can stop me.”
As soon as he showed the slightest sign of letting go of her hand, she yanked her wrist away, though before she could get another word in, Erik had begun speaking. Well. Speaking was probably a mild term for what was happening here. Berating, perhaps, would be a more accurate description. Katarina simply observed, arms crossed loosely over her chest, brown eyes still narrowed, head tilted slightly to one side and weight shifting from the right to the left. Her gaze flicked from Jace, to Erik, to — oh, another newcomer? Honestly, with Erik’s tirade, Katarina had barely even noticed Sydney (or Capri, she supposed. She thought it a bit strange that the female preferred to go by her last name, but whatever. She was boring, anyway. Mousey. A girl with one of those “adorable” personalities. Wasn’t even worth her time. Eye-roll). And hearing her voice simply elicited a scoff from the young spitfire of a vampyre.
“God, Capri. Can you just, not try to play peacemaker for once?”
She couldn’t help herself as she spoke. Katarina could be impulsive with her words. But, man, if she had to hear one more freakin’ thing about “letting things go” or “moving on” or “accepting the fact that everyone was hungry”, she thought she would quite literally wring that girl’s neck. She was gonna lose it. Hold it together, Kat. A deep inhale, eyes closing, then a soft exhale, eyes reopening. Okay. That was just as good as it was gonna get. She was fine for now. But if Capri were smart, she would just. Stay out of her way. Please and thank you.
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as yet another vampyre joined the early-morning powwow. Good job, Jace. Now pretty much everyone’s here. Way to go, bud. Her head turned as she briefly looked Rosario up and down, huffing a chuckle of amusement at his choice of words, but not really reacting otherwise. She remained, pretty much, uninterested in what these other vampires had to say. Their whole routine was pretty monotonous, by this point in time. They would get out of bed. Then come out into the foyer. Then say something about how Jace “was bad and went out on his own.” Blah, blah, blah. She didn’t care. Like, at all. None, whatsoever. From what she knew of these vampyres, she didn’t even like, really. (Well. Aside from Raelyn. She actually liked Raelyn. And Jace. The two of them were interesting. Perhaps Erik as well, since he didn’t seem to have a problem with completely going off on someone for, in Katarina’s not-so-humble opinion, not that big of a thing. He was interesting. Unpredictable. And she liked that, found it entertaining.) But, whatever. She was stuck with these morons for the time being. At least until they figured out what the hell was going on, and why someone wanted to kill them all.
And, right on freaking cue, the final member of the team joined the group. A sarcastic, clearly-annoyed smirk crossed over Katarina’s sharp features as Marley strode into the room and announced that she had wanted..a fight? God, that had not been what the female had been expecting from her. (But maybe, she should have expected something like that. Especially from someone as apathetic.)
But then, thank the lord, Raelyn began to speak again. And Katarina’s rather fickle attention was, again, drawn back to the stunning, silver-haired vampyre. A sigh of relief was then followed by a murmured, “thank god,” one that would likely not be loud enough for one to hear. (But then again, these were vampyres. And with their superhuman hearing, she supposed that nothing she said would be able to pass them. But again, that was beside the point.)
So. Hunting. In pairs? That seemed reasonable. Flipping a lock of hair over her shoulder, she leaned back onto her heels.
“I would be up for that,” she stated simply.
After all, the pang of hunger was getting to be more and more difficult to ignore. She needed to feed, and she assumed the others (aside from Jace, of course) would be in agreement. Or, at least, so she hoped.
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Post by floruit on Jan 22, 2017 4:50:38 GMT -5
[ sorry this post took a while. i had an unusually busy day, but now i'm here and erik, a hot mess, is still So Angry at everyone for being so incredibly apathetic about the rules. ]
The halfblood struggled to keep his composure as the entire team entered the foyer, each offering their own opinion of the situation in turn like someone had asked for their input. No one had asked for his thoughts, either, but if he kept silent no one was going to reprimand Jace in a way that really affected him. Their opinion meant nothing to him—less than nothing, even. He simply didn’t care what the group thought of him and his actions, even though he was supposed to be setting an example. He was the one they were supposed to look to in dire situations, but he couldn’t be bothered to follow the painfully simple rules the council had set out for them. Erik couldn’t understand why no one else thought this was important. Was he the only one who wanted to stop the deaths? Was he the only one angry about this? The pureblood thought he could do whatever he wanted without fear of consequences. It might just be sneaking out alone now, but what was stopping him from continuing with his impulsive behavior? He didn’t trust someone with so little self-control to take his wellbeing into account when making decisions.
“This being a difficult situation for all of us doesn’t matter. It doesn’t excuse careless decisions.” He understood Capri’s desire to calm everyone down and avoid conflict. Personally, he didn’t like drawing the focus to himself in this way much either. Still, it needed to be done, and it seemed like no one else was going to do it. “Now is the time we need to be at the top of our game, but I can’t focus on fixing the important problems when no one in this house seems to care about anyone else. I don’t care whether or not people in this group like each other or not. We should respect each other regardless of our personal opinions and regardless of how difficult it is, but I’m not trying to start a fight. It’s just—does anyone else think that this is totally ridiculous? Putting your own desires above your team’s safety shows how little you value them. And if you expect you can do that and still have your team listen to you, well…” He shrugged and glanced around at the group that had gathered. “I don’t get to dictate how you react. Speaking for myself, this is something I feel I deserve an explanation for. Because, honestly, I don’t get it.”
Erik was expecting someone to agree with him, but no one else wanted to oppose Jace. Capri wanted things to be sorted out as nicely as possible. Fine. He got why she wanted that, but he didn’t think it was possible for the time being. Rosario, despite being one of the more reliable group members when the situation called for it, was clearly not in the mood for serious arguments. Part of him was disappointed, but another part of him noted that having the energetic vampyre side with him might not have helped his case. He appreciated the dedication Rosario had to doing his job well, although the intensity of his emotions could be off-putting. Erik liked to be subdued—it was better to repress his feelings and deal with the consequences of that as they came than to let his emotions control him. If he gave in to every little urge—like Jace—he would be a nightmare to work with and would have snapped at someone far earlier. And when Marley appeared he had a brief moment of hope that someone else might finally see reason—then she opened her mouth to speak.
A fight? His hands clenched at the word, knuckles turning white as his fingernails dug into his palms. It hurt, but the pain helped with the fog in his brain brought on by hunger and frustration. Fighting would be a nice way to make himself feel better, if only for a moment, but it would be detrimental in the long run. It would only put more stress on the group—although he couldn’t help but wonder if it would really make a difference. Too many of the vampyres here were apathetic about anyone other than themselves and whoever happened to fascinate them. You couldn’t talk to them. Unless you had something to offer them, they didn’t care about what you had to say. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised that everyone either defended Jace or were bored with the whole argument. Apparently, how people felt was a boring subject if it didn’t directly pertain to you. Especially when keeping quiet kept you in the pretty prince’s good graces.
Why people were so eager to throw themselves at his feet was a mystery to Erik. Sure, he was attractive and powerful—both were part of the deal when you were a pureblood. It wasn’t all that impressive. Like, yeah, he was nice looking. So what? You wouldn’t catch him fawning over the man just because he took his shirt off, or because he had significant influence in the vampyre world. Honestly, it was tiring to watch people fight for his attention. Plus, he doubted subservience was something that would pique Jace’s interest. When all people did was worship the ground you walked on, wouldn’t that get a little boring after the first hundred years or so? Or maybe he was giving the prince too much credit, and he really was only interested in people who believed that he was far greater than him and were willing to let go of their pride for the honor of being in his presence.
Probably the latter. Erik could feel the respect he had for Jace lessening when his first response was to laugh. His composure hadn’t slipped yet, but digging his nails into his hands couldn’t keep all of his anger in check. “This isn’t a contest to see how much either of us has lost. I’m not trying to say you haven’t suffered—I’m saying you’re acting like what you do now has no bearing on future losses, and I don’t understand why. Is keeping cool and detached worth losing more family members over?” His strategy in arguments were similar to his strategy in fights: hit where it hurts and hope everything comes crumbling down. It was rarely what people deserved, but in this instance he felt justified. Nothing bothered him quite as much as apathetic responses to important issues—and, to him, the safety of the group fell into this category. How could he trust that Jace didn’t lead enemies back to their headquarters when the prince was perhaps one of the people Erik trusted least? “If you’re not careless, why don’t you act like it? I really would like to know,” he added, his voice soft and less aggressive than it had been a moment before.
Jace’s final response was by far the worst. Erik was fuming. He may not have looked like it, but all his muscles were tensed and it was difficult to loosen his jaw enough to speak without sounding choked. This man who was more than three times his age was giving him the sort of apology you might get from a child: sorry if you got upset, but, really, I did nothing wrong. He forced a smile. The pureblood had already brushed past him and started up the stairs, but there was no way he wouldn’t catch his final comment. “In that case, I guess you could also say that my continued cooperation is optional.”
Erik wanted to follow Jace up the stairs. He was in no state to have a nice, reasonable conversation, though, especially not until he had gotten some blood. Getting into a legitimate fight would be bad for everyone, and hunting down a meal would give him a chance to let go and get rid of his pent up frustrations. He took a deep breath and stayed where he was. He needed to get away from all of this for a moment before his self-discipline failed him. “I’ll go out hunting. And if we’re going to pair up, I’ll go with Rosario.” An odd choice, perhaps, but he needed someone who could be serious and could handle themselves. Plus, he doubted the man would try to interrogate him about his reasons for going off on Jace. “As long as he doesn’t mind, I mean. Groups of three work as well, though,” he said, back to his normal self. Inside he was still seething, but no one needed to see that. No one would see that if he managed to get away from the constant bickering of the group quickly.
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