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Post by The Blue Adept on Mar 30, 2017 22:37:28 GMT -5
[ i poof to nap and i miss a bunch of stuff ahHH but congrats to your bro!! and also THAT PIC OF BLAIR DAMMMMMMMN i love it so much!! also that outfit tho girl... ]
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 22:38:49 GMT -5
Listen okay, Vison is a people person hehe
Hey yo welcome back man!
Welcome back feom your spider dreams bro)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 22:44:39 GMT -5
Jaxxon was bored; considering that she tended to have a short attention span, it was a wonder that she’d sat there, rather still, in that seat for as long as she had. Her mentor was someone named Viau, and she guessed he was stuck up and snooty, based on his name. When the man had walked off the stage, Jaxxon took that as her cue to leave. She stood up, drumming her fingers on her thigh as she waited for the aisle to clear out enough for her to move without bumping elbows with anyone. It took a lot longer than she’d intended, and by the time that she’d made it into the much more comfortably spaced path that led towards the exit, someone had approached her. There was a high-pitched voice coming from behind her, and Jaxxon was startled enough that she jumped a tad and spun around. Part of her had been expecting someone to attack her, as Jaxx was more or less constantly on the defense, but the sight that greeted her almost had her laughing.
What an attacker he was. Jaxxon raised an eyebrow, scanning him for a moment. It was a man, and judging by the way he was dressed, he didn’t swing towards females. He was probably looking for a friend. She eyed the eclectic scarf around his neck, and offered a half-smile. “Oh, hi. I’m Jaxxon. Most people call me Jaxx.” She neglected of offer her last name, considering it wasn’t necessarily important. A last name was just that: something that came last. She shrugged at the mention of her mentor, and despite herself, found a smile creeping across her expression, despite the way her instincts were grinding against her. The hair on the back of her neck was standing on end, but she figured it was just the fact that she wasn’t a fan of being surrounded by so many people. “Dunno where he is.” She blinked at his suggestion. “Uh, sure. Thanks.”
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 22:57:12 GMT -5
Ooh what a jumpy little gal she was. He couldn't help the soft giggle as he watched her,"woah woah, I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to. Besides, you could probably beat me up so it'd be really stupid if I scared you on purpose." That's right, keep her talking, keep her busy. That way he could just easily start finding a back door into her squishy little mind. That was how Vison liked to work, forget barging in or working his way in through the front. He preferred a sneaky back door sort of route. As long as he could keep them occupied, even if it was a simple conversation or constant distractions, something so they didn't realize anything out of the ordinary was going on.
"Jaxx? That's a really cool name, can't say I've ever heard it before," he stepped back and made a scene of looking her over, even going so far as to put a finger on his chin. "Mmhmm, the name suits you though," he teased with a happy grin. Slowly tear apart at the back of her mind, worm his way in like a termite. He had to admit, finding sneaky holes also made it just a little easier in not getting caught by others that he was working on swiping meals out from under their noses. "Well it's his loss of he doesn't want to show up, you seem pretty cool," he seemed to light up when she agreed and he couldn't help his excitement as he snuggled into his scarf a bit. "Come on this way! I'll show you to the dorms, they're pretty cool. Not like your usual boarding school kinda rooms or whatever."
Vison offered Jaxx his hand, waving it about a little,"come on, let's get out of here yeah? It's still a little too crowded if you ask me," he mused. Move slowly, work at an easy pace. Vison couldn't get sloppy with his little sneaky hole to get into her mind. Being sloppy could get him into a lot of trouble. If he didn't do things right well, most times he didn't like to think about what could happen should he make a mistake and someone catch on.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 23:07:04 GMT -5
{{ sneaky little bugger isn't he? }}
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☀ ♥ on Mar 30, 2017 23:08:00 GMT -5
Emilio was starting to grow tired of looking for his mentor, especially when it appeared everyone else was starting to already find theirs and pair up with them. It would be his luck not to find his, but then again he did kind of lack top social skills when it came to interacting with people in person. He decided to just start asking people if they were the Valarie he was looking for, growing disheartened as he continued coming up empty handed. Spotting a girl who appeared to still be sitting down, he walked over, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "Are you Valarie?" he questioned, his face looking stoic as always but there seemed to be a slight little gleam of hope that maybe he could finally give up the search. Glancing up at her hair and how bright it was, he seemed to study it for a bit before looking back down at her face,"cool hair, I like it," he complimented and while his face gave away no emotion his tone showed he truly meant what he said about her hair. Oh how he hoped that this girl was his mentor that he was paired up with and not some random person again because he really wanted his search to be over and done with. Because hey, the faster he got this out of the way the faster he could go find a quiet space where he could be alone with just his thoughts and his game. Standing there as he waited, his hand slid out from his pocket and seemed to instinctively head for the little Rubix cube charm on his chains, messing with it idly as he often would when confronted with having to interact with someone face to face. It was difficult for him at times because he was much more used to talking with people over a headset who he couldn't see. And he honestly preferred that, because sometimes he could just pretend that they weren't actually other people he was talking to. It seemed kind of awful in the long run, but it was how he dealt with having to talk with them some days. That wasn't to say he didn't like or respect them, no that wasn't the case because he liked most people he gamed with on a regular basis and he always did his best to respect everyone he came across. It was how his parents had raised him and he just figured it was a common courtesy type of thing to give people respect. Unless they didn't deserve it because well, then why would they need respect if they didn't even deserve it in the first place? The more lost in his thoughts he became, the faster his fingers worked on putting the cube's squares where they belonged. He wasn't the type of person who could solve it without looking at it, but the young man had solved it on multiple occasions, only to turn right back around and mix it up again for him to mess with another time. Valarie nearly jumped when, near asleep from the droning of the voice, someone walked up to her and spoke. Sitting for moments, she nearly didn't look up. After a bit of hesitation, she finally looked up, doing her best to keep a placid smile on her face rather than a impolite sneer. Of course she couldn't just pick and choose her prey, no, she had to get to know them or whatever. Standing up, she felt like a midget standing next to him. He was tall but not freakishly tall -- Not that it took a tall person to make her feel short -- and skinny like she was. Unlike her, however, the boy didn't seem to have much substance between the skin and bones. As she looked more, an eyebrow creeped up, as much as she tried not to. He was an interesting sort, adorned head to toe in video game related things, and Valarie surpressed a snort. Great, a geek. The guy really reminded her of her brother Ayden back home. He was a year her senior and was obsessed with video games, though he wasn't visibly geeky like this guy. She remembered fighting with him constantly over the TV, since he'd always been playing his stupid Xbox or some other console. Valarie had never really taken interest in what he was playing, no, her interest was solely in if he was getting off anytime soon. The one thing she could appreciate, though, was his hoodie, and she looked down at her own, nodding for a brief second. Hoodies and sweats were second to none in her opinion, though the one she currently had on was way too big just like everything else. Skinny and short didn't do too well in the hoodie world Valarie thought as she looked at the sleeves, which reached far past the ends of her slender fingertips. Bringing herself back to reality, she tried to look as enthusiastic as possible (though she failed miserably), readying herself for conversation. "What?" She uttered a single word, feeling just a tad of sympathy for the guy since she'd just ignored him for a solid several minutes and actually had no idea what he said. Not that she cared now anyway, but if he was paired with her -- Oh jeez I hope this kid isn't paired with me -- she ought to know.
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☀ ♥ on Mar 30, 2017 23:08:38 GMT -5
( Sorry it's a bit short xP )
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 23:10:13 GMT -5
{{ sneaky little bugger isn't he? }} the sneakiest of sneaks)
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 30, 2017 23:13:39 GMT -5
Ok I'm actually gonna work on my replies now lol
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 23:17:48 GMT -5
Jaxx quirked an eyebrow. While it was true that she could drop Vison on his backside faster than he could blink, he seemed relatively harmless. Still, you never knew; it was the quiet, unassuming ones you had to watch out for. She felt pressure on the back of her head and blinked, raising her right hand to resettle her hair, thinking that maybe her hair had been ruffled; the sensation was gone as quick as it appeared, and Jaxxon found that she was completely at ease around Vison. It was unusual for her, but as soon as the doubt drifted through her mind it drifted away into nothingness. The tension between Jaxxon’s shoulders faded away, and she allowed Vison to lead her out of auditorium. It didn’t even cross her mind that she’d already seen the dorms; Vison wouldn’t lead her astray, nor would he hurt her. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, lifting it away from her throat almost absent-minded. The cool breeze on her neck felt nice, she decided.
“Mhm,” she agreed. It was too crowded, and when it was brought to her attention she tightened up against, tensing instinctively. She didn’t really enjoy being surrounded by a ton of people, but Vison was okay. He was safe; it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to follow after him. He’d be a good friend, a good tour guide. “So, where to first? The dorms, right?” She brushed her dark brown waves out of her face, and settled her feral-colored, green-yellow gaze on Vison.
{ sorry it's short }
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 23:18:55 GMT -5
You're fine man! I'm on mobile anyways right now so you are a-okay)
Emilio had given up on what he cared about what others thought a long time ago, and so there he was in all his geeky glory for all the world to see. He watched her silently for a bit, face remaining stoic as it started to dawn on him that maybe she hadn't heard him. His suspicions were proven correct when he was questioned what. Oh boy. He inhaled deeply before shrugging, letting the air out slolwy,"I just said I thought your hair was cool. And asked if you were Valarie," he explained. Was he upset that she hadn't heard him? Eh, not really. It seemed like there wasn't a whole lot that could upset Emilio, not with how laid back he was. "I dunno, I just figured I should find my mentor or whatever and say hey before I found my room so I could unpack and stuff," he muttered. Shifting his messenger bag and then his weight, he studied her quietly and carefully. Something told him to run, just turn and run while he still had a chance. Did he know what? Of course not! But he couldn't find a reasonable explanation as to why it felt like every hair on his body was standing on edge. It was uneasy and freakishly weird if you asked him, or maybe it was just extra chilly in the auditorium and it had soaked through his clothing. Whatever it was, he was trying his best to ignore it and focus on the girl before him.
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 30, 2017 23:21:33 GMT -5
Thirty-four. Somehow the number didn’t feel right. It fit him poorly, but in a way that Sid couldn’t understand. It was an ill-fitting shirt on him. Too loose or too tight, Sid couldn’t decide one way or the other. She tucked the thought away in the back of her mind, saving it for another time, another place. Reluctance dragged at her heels as Artistide insisted on showing her his office. She didn’t want to leave the sanctuary of the greenhouse, but, not wanting to look like a frightened child, Sid followed him. The homesickness eased its stranglehold on her the moment she stepped out onto the dewy, manicured lawn of Caligo.
A few students mingled in pairs outside, presumably as newcomer and mentors. They all seemed… Happy. Eerily so, Sid thought. A chill skittered up her spine on spider legs. Her own nerves were making her jumpy. Seeing things that weren’t there. Drawing conclusions out of first-day jitters and aching homesickness. She risked a glance at Artistide. Maybe I should talk to him about it? Was that what mentors were for? The description had been pretty vague. Ambassador, she got. It was Artistide’s job as both a mentor and professor to guide her, show her the ropes, help where he could. Was counselor included in the job description? Therapist, maybe?
Probably not.
Heck, if she was being honest with herself, he likely wasn’t qualified to perform those tasks either.
The walk to his office was long, one that took them from one end of campus to the other. She knew the student body was purposefully small, but even with this in mind it felt wrong that so few students were out and about. It was just one more thing she’d have to get used to, Sid decided.
Let’s be clear, Sid wasn’t sure what she expected to find upon first seeing Artistide’s office, but it certainly wasn’t this. The space was modest, neither here nor there in terms of fanciness. It wasn’t disastrously cluttered or meticulously clean. A window overlooked a sprawling forest and gray canvas sky, the kind that threatened rain. What struck Sid was the… She didn’t know how to put it. The study was meshed seamlessly with the atmosphere that all of Caligo exuded, but it didn’t belong in the modern world. Like it had been plucked straight out of a different era, a different time and place.
Leatherbound books towered on his desk, some held together by sheer luck and a good amount of prayer, she assumed. Sid turned to Artistide, quirking a daring eyebrow, “I thought you said you were thirty-four? Not thirty-four hundred.” She felt stupid the moment the words left her mouth. Stupid, dumb jokes. An antique lamp burned on the desk as well, radiating soft golden light. It reminded her of the oil lamps her father used to break out whenever the power cut in a particularly bad storm.
Time to distract him from her really bad, really dumb joke. “We used to have something like this back home,” Sid explained, pointing to the lamp with a goofy grin, “Dad used to light it when the power went out. Seeing it, I have the sudden urge to sit on the floor and play go-fish. Or maybe Mexican train dominoes.” Her attempt to cover up a bad joke wasn’t going as well as she hoped.
Time for another subject change.
Sid wandered around the study━ partly to hide her poorly-conceived attempts at conversation, partly to look around, partly in search of new poorly-conceived attempts at conversation. Nothing came to her. Nothing that sounded smart and elegant, at least. Finally, Sid conceded defeat.
“If you’re wondering,” she began, “I will come visit you if I need anything, but for now, how about we just… Get to know each other.” The awkwardness seemed to slacken, bit by bit. She wandered to the window, letting her gaze trail over and through the trees. “I got to ask you a question, now you can ask me one again. But first, let’s just get the basics out of the way,” that goofy grin made a reappearance when Sid glanced back at Artistide. “My name’s Sidney Eureka Springer. I’m nineteen years old. I want to major in medicine. My blood type is O positive. And sometimes I sing in the shower.”
If Sid had felt the awkwardness slackening earlier, she truly believed it was all but dissipated by now. She was starting to feel something akin to comfortable. Not quite soothed or relaxed and no longer on edge, but somewhere in the vast bleakness stretching between the two.
To be honest, there was something about Artistide that reminded her of Celesse. Just a little bit. Both seemed intimidating at first, thanks in part to their beauty. But, now that she thought about it, Celesse captured the same sort of strange timelessness as Artistide. Though, her sister was twice as captivating as him. At least, Sid liked to think so.
Gripping fistfuls of skirt in her balled fists, Sid met his gaze again. Murky dark eyes on inky dark eyes. “Okay, go ahead, ask me anything. I swear I’ll answer anything and everything honestly.” That was a promise. There was nothing Sid was ashamed admit, though she could deny the grand majority of things meant to be ashamed of.
Illegal substances? No, thank you.
Binge drinking? Nope.
Stolen something? Not that I can recall.
Vandalism? No.
As far as Sid was concerned, she had a clean slate and was a partially open book. To be fair, some things were too personal to discuss. But maybe someday… She hoped there might be a day when Sid could freely discuss those things with Artistide, or anyone who would listen really. She was sure he understood that though, that, despite promising to answer honestly, she still had boundaries. Lines she wouldn’t cross. Secrets that were hers and hers alone. He’d understand. He’d respect that. And she’d do the same for him. Either way, they’d get to know each other eventually. Someday soon, she'd be able to talk to him about her homesickness, but how it seemed nothing at Caligo felt right or felt off. Sid would make sure of it.
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☀ ♥ on Mar 30, 2017 23:42:09 GMT -5
Valarie tugged on her sleeves a bit, biting her lip. Oh That's what he wanted. "Yeah I'm Valarie." She shrugged, sticking out a hand. "Thanks. About the hair and whatnot" Great. This one would be way too easy. Her hair had always been a talking point, from random strangers to her family who seemed to compliment and talk about it far too much. So what it was red? So what she had weird green eyes? That said, she liked her hair far more than she'd admit to anyone, including herself. Most days standing in the mirror she felt like she should take more care to let her long curly locks stand out. But she'd never been one for looking glamorous or even ready. Valarie constantly looked like she just rolled out of bed, which, the majority of the time she had. After pausing for another brief moment Valarie continued. "I suppose you asking means they've paired us. And that I'm your..." She paused briefly trying to remember the word. "...Mentor." An awkward silence hung in the air, and Valarie wasn't quite sure how to fill it. She supposed she should have paid more attention to the letter and the boring voice (the one she still had no idea who it belonged to). Valarie shoved her hands in her pockets awkwardly, looking down. "Well I'll be honest here." Valarie said, looking back up. "I wasn't listening at all to whoever was speaking, so I have no idea what your name is. And I'm not totally sure what my job is as your mentor." I know what your job to me is though. Valarie smiled involuntarily at the thought. This was so new to her. Family had been easy to manipulate she knew them inside and out, but had only had few experiences with strangers. And she'd never met another vampire in her life. She'd always been a little self conscious of her fangs but looking at the guy she realized here she might feel at home. Not because of him of course, but because she'd be well fed and finally around her own kind.
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 31, 2017 0:34:52 GMT -5
Alfie had been a little late to orientation. He had been astonished by this entire campus since the moment he had stepped foot on it. He'd exploring since his arrival, actually. Not that that was very impressive since he had only arrived yesterday. Actually, it probably wasn't impressive to anyone. But when one was such a fan of classic vampire novels, only to find themselves attending a school that looked like it was ripped straight off those pages, he couldn't help himself. With his phone out and held up to take a picture of one of the buildings, he made a quiet squeaking noise and nearly dropped it. 'ORIENTATION!!!!' the alarm silently buzzed at him. Ah! How could he forget?
Being one of the star athletes of his high school certainly had its benefits. He hardly broke a sweat sprinting towards Noctem Hall- which he knew the location of very well, after circling past many times on his "adventures." His eyes lingered on the ornate facade of the building as he entered, mystified by the overwhelming, almost otherworldly beauty of the place. One thing he had noticed in his short time here was a curious sense of uneasiness. Now, Alfie wasn't an uneasy sort of individual. He was rarely overwhelmed, and not so easily frightened. So he was sure that this feeling wasn't something his own, but perhaps feelings of past students and staff, sunk deep into the stone of the buildings. That was possible, right? Logically, no, but it made sense to him. After all, even if the campus was beautiful, it wasn't particularly inviting. Who knew what secrets the darkened corners of Caligo held. Nothing old was free of stories.
Orientation was uneventful. The only interesting thing was obviously this buddy system. He had read about it on the school website of course, but it still felt silly in person. It reminded him of a teacher he had once had in high school. They would harp on and on about how they were "adults" and should act like such, only to treat them like five year olds. Was he expected to walk in single-file lines as well? Heh. The young man internally laughed at his own idiotic joke, desperately trying to distract himself until this was over. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long.
Alfie was quick to hop out of his seat, a big, dopey grin on his face as he began to search for his mentor. Sure, he thought it was stupid, but that didn't mean he had to make a bad impression. Besides, he had to make friends somehow! "Rebecca, Rebecca..." He mumbled under his breath as he began to move between the swarm of people searching, same as him.
Blair's expression slowly morphed into what looked to be mild pain and confusion. In reply to his question about her year, she merely answered, "No," with absolutely no elaboration. Taking a deep breath and shaking her head, her previous, easy smile returned. This switch made it clear that all this was simply a polite act. Because let her tell you, one look at Hugo and Blair had immediately decided she disliked him. Perhaps she had no right, from a wealthy family herself, but Hugo was- heh. Something else. She had the urge to snatch that visor right off his head. Did he realize how foolish it made him look? She doubted it.
Right, conversation. They were supposed to be talking. "Hangouts? Oh, you mean, parties and such? Where the drinking happens?" She sneered, which might have brought a little more attention to her fangs than she would have preferred. "Are you even old enough to drink?" He didn't look it.
Hopefully whilst he was distracted with that minor insult, Blair took her time sifting through his mind. She had to especially delicate and careful not to break this one. No one needed a repeat of that. The only thing she did was make sure be his flight or fight instincts were dulled. Honestly, Blair didn't care if her chosen liked her or not. He was only a food source. Even the ones who looked friendly- which Hugo absolutely did not -she had to convince herself to see only food. They would be dead soon anyways, so what was the point of getting attached. And she would get attached. No matter what a frat boy asshat he was, Blair was simply too sentimental. Vampires weren't supposed to be sentimental, and she really did not need the headmaster on her tail for "caring too much."
"There's small places around campus, but not much. We live in the middle of the woods in case you hadn't noticed. As for parties? I don't attend many, so you'd have to ask around." Blair reached out, giving Hugo's shoulder a friendly squeeze. She'd rather be talking to friends than him. "So, unless you need help with your dorm, can I trust to leave you alone?" She didn't even know him, but that never stopped a Dubois from being as condescending as possible.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 31, 2017 0:51:13 GMT -5
Bed time for me loves good night
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 31, 2017 6:44:27 GMT -5
Valarie tugged on her sleeves a bit, biting her lip. Oh That's what he wanted. "Yeah I'm Valarie." She shrugged, sticking out a hand. "Thanks. About the hair and whatnot" Great. This one would be way too easy. Her hair had always been a talking point, from random strangers to her family who seemed to compliment and talk about it far too much. So what it was red? So what she had weird green eyes? That said, she liked her hair far more than she'd admit to anyone, including herself. Most days standing in the mirror she felt like she should take more care to let her long curly locks stand out. But she'd never been one for looking glamorous or even ready. Valarie constantly looked like she just rolled out of bed, which, the majority of the time she had. After pausing for another brief moment Valarie continued. "I suppose you asking means they've paired us. And that I'm your..." She paused briefly trying to remember the word. "...Mentor." An awkward silence hung in the air, and Valarie wasn't quite sure how to fill it. She supposed she should have paid more attention to the letter and the boring voice (the one she still had no idea who it belonged to). Valarie shoved her hands in her pockets awkwardly, looking down. "Well I'll be honest here." Valarie said, looking back up. "I wasn't listening at all to whoever was speaking, so I have no idea what your name is. And I'm not totally sure what my job is as your mentor." I know what your job to me is though. Valarie smiled involuntarily at the thought. This was so new to her. Family had been easy to manipulate she knew them inside and out, but had only had few experiences with strangers. And she'd never met another vampire in her life. She'd always been a little self conscious of her fangs but looking at the guy she realized here she might feel at home. Not because of him of course, but because she'd be well fed and finally around her own kind. Emilio glanced down at her hand, seeming to watch it for a bit before finally taking it,"Emilio, yeah, no problem," he answered. If Valarie thought Emilio would be too easy, she would probably be in for a surprise. Despite looking like he might not care about much of anything, or know much of anything, Emilio's mind was constantly busy and he just naturally had a wall up around his thoughts. Unless of course he opened up to someone and then all those walls he put up would just come crashing down and he would be a vulnerable little mess. After being bullied in middle school because of his love for video games and tendency to avoid people Emilio stopped opening up to people right off the bat and simply locked himself up in his own mind. He liked it there really, it was the one place he could always go to be alone where nobody could ever bother him. Nobody could invade his thoughts, or at least that was what he thought. He had another thing coming that was for sure. "Yes, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what that means," he responded, eyes narrowing ever so slightly because well, he was starting to think this girl either hadn't been paying attention or didn't care. Though he couldn't quite figure out which one it was. Shifting his weight around again as the awkward silence seemed to drag on, he let out a sigh until she spoke up again. As she explained that she actually didn't know what her job was, his mouth slowly began to frown. Well this was just great. And now she was smiling, and since he had no idea why he was assuming that it was because maybe she thought it was funny she hadn't paid attention. Right okay then. With a roll of his eyes he turned to leave,"I've told you my name, I won't tell you again. And that's fine that you didn't pay attention, I'm not so dumb I can't figure things out on my own. I have things to do so I'll see you around I guess, Valarie," he raised a hand as he left, the only gesture she'd get that was close to someone waving good bye. Well this blows, of course my mentor or whatever wouldn't be paying attention. No biggie though, I'm sure I can figure things out just fine on my own. He was planning on just grabbing his things and heading up to his room where he could unpack and then hunker down to play some games where he could blissfully unaware of what really went on behind the walls of the school.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 31, 2017 7:08:15 GMT -5
So sorry for falling asleep on ya and giving a really awful reply)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 31, 2017 9:22:27 GMT -5
(( gonna be driving home today so I won't be on until later ))
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 31, 2017 13:10:11 GMT -5
{ good afternoon everyone! }
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Post by The Blue Adept on Mar 31, 2017 13:31:10 GMT -5
[ helllooooo ]
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 31, 2017 13:43:03 GMT -5
Hello hello)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 31, 2017 13:56:28 GMT -5
{ how are you guys today?
also, I think I'm gonna get a starter up for Viau so if anyone's got a free character I could send him their way~ }
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 31, 2017 13:58:36 GMT -5
Stressed but good. And you?
I...have no idea if Emilio is technically open?)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 31, 2017 14:08:34 GMT -5
{ same thankfully it's Friday though! so, at least we have the weekend to not worry about much?
well, if he's not open then don't worry about it~ }
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 31, 2017 14:25:04 GMT -5
Yeah! Eh...noo? I still get to stress over the weekend so no rest for me sadly
Okey dokey man)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 31, 2017 19:02:35 GMT -5
Out to dinner then I'll be back
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 31, 2017 20:14:17 GMT -5
{ so, do we have any plot ideas for what comes after everyone's gotten acquainted with their vampire/chosen? maybe something to do with the rebellion or otherwise? there could be, like, a secret meeting or something... }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 31, 2017 20:27:38 GMT -5
{[ I was thinking that maybe a really old vampire showed up - like someone who scared Pierre
but it's unclear where her loyalties lie
like she encourages Thane to do what he thinks is best, but she doesn't seem to actively engage?
like a ghost or something }}
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 31, 2017 20:38:30 GMT -5
{ hmm interesting so she wouldn't really help the rebels? but she wouldn't stop them either? }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 31, 2017 20:39:25 GMT -5
{{ yea. she'd spend most of the time just observing before she decides on what side to take }}
{{ what do y'all think? }}
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