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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 11:25:56 GMT -5
He's not trying to, but Vison's a little loser so he tends to get himself in situations he could avoid if he thought it through. I don't remember his age but ey, Vison's a petty little jerk and is none too happy that he only just now got his Chosen to snack on. So he's starving and upset and a lil ballsy right now)
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Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 11:32:56 GMT -5
Lol he might have a tough time with Kyah then, she was the only girl of five kids and wont take his crap.)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Apr 5, 2017 11:37:03 GMT -5
{ RIP Vison it was nice knowing, you pal! }
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Post by amberice on Apr 5, 2017 11:43:55 GMT -5
Poor poor vison. He was so young. )
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Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 11:52:02 GMT -5
Lol )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Apr 5, 2017 12:07:46 GMT -5
There was a sudden surge of fear as their hands touched, the young vampire didn’t even have to willingly reach out to feel it. Primal instincts shoving at rational thought, fighting to make its message known.
Run! Danger! Predator!
This time, she did the usual tampering. With all the practiced ease of snuffing out the beginnings of a fire, Nyx dipped into Gabriella’s mind and squashed those survival instincts. We’ll have none of that. It was one thing to allow the girl to feel real emotions around her, it was another thing entirely to allow her to walk away from this encounter with her ancestors long-dead instincts churning in her gut and whispering in her ear. Headmaster Kingston wouldn’t stand for that. Oh, no siree. Neither would Nyx’s own father. Quickly, she replaced the fear with a budding sense of calm. Just a bud for now. The longer they interacted, the more than calm would bloom, until it filled Gabriella’s mind and she’d follow a wicked thing like Nyx anywhere.
Nyx watched Gabriella with something like intense curiosity. It was an act. Around her-- or any vampire for that matter --humans became skittish, stumbling things. They reminded her of frightened rabbits or spindle-legged fawns; so new to the world with only instincts to guide them away from danger. It amazed Nyx when she thought of the age between them. For now, the vampire woman was only a young twenty-two, but she’d easily reach the age of one hundred years while Gabriella struggled to make it even to seventy. Speaking of which, Gabriella seemed young, even for a human.
“Oooh single~” She purred, pleased as a napping cat, “Glad to hear it, wouldn’t want to be treading on someone else’s claim, you know?” Not that Nyx actually cared. Gabriella could have a “mentor”. She could have a boyfriend. She could even have a girlfriend. Nyx would still feed off her as though she didn’t. To be honest, there was actually more thrill in feeding off someone else’s snack.
“But enough of that, what are you studying, little bee?” She indicated the mess that still surrounded her. Strewn papers and open books. Someone was a workaholic. A workaholic that badly wanted answers.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 12:48:17 GMT -5
Vison is a manipulative and petty person woth a strong sense of self preservation. We'll see
My poor precious son)
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Post by amberice on Apr 5, 2017 13:12:47 GMT -5
The tremor seemed to stop and Gabriella let out the breath she hadn't quite realized she'd been holding. It was strange, this sensation that seemed to take root in her mind, taking the edge off her nerves. And yet, her logic was telling her she had no reason to relax. This was disconcerting . Gabriella knew that there was something strange going on, but it was like, at this moment, she saw no reason to worry. Nyx may have initially set her off, but it was clear that had just been a false alarm, probably due to the raging paranoia that had been plaguing her lately.
Yet somehow, Nyx managed to get her hackles up only a moment later. Drawing her hand back sharply, she lifted her chin, "Nobody can claim me, I'm not some dog." The wording just got right under her skin. Gabriella valued her independence above almost all else and the insinuation that anyone could lay claim to her was just insulting. She crossed her arms, leaning away just a bit.
So Gabriella lied. She had no intention of sharing her conspiracy theories with anyone and certainly not someone who was confusing her mind in every regard, "Hypnosis and its use in healing throughout history. Did you know it has been used, under various names and methods, for centuries?" And then she was off, rambling on and on. Most of it was bull, she was making up some things and augmenting those little lies with statements that were based in some fact. It just got her attention away from the whole confusion and settled her nerves somewhat. Anything to keep Nyx from being suspicious about what she was actually researching.
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Apr 5, 2017 13:42:43 GMT -5
Nyx stifled a laugh, keeping a firm hold on her composure as she nodded along, “Yes, of course! Forgive me if I offended you with my earlier comment.” Not some dog. Oh, no dear. You’re not even close to a dog. Dogs were pets, companions. Dogs had a purpose. Hunters, protectors, herders, sometimes simply company. Dogs had been bred and perfected over centuries. Humans, however? To call them dogs was an insult to those perfected canine species everywhere. Oh, there were a few vampires who might sort humans into the “glorified pet” pile. But, in reality, humans were little more than dull-eyed cattle awaiting slaughter. Only as food would they ever serve their purpose.
Well, food and reproduction. Pregnancy among vampires was difficult, making purebreds like herself all the more valuable to their society. Even so, it was far easier for a human surrogate to carry vampire offspring to term than for a vampire to try doing the same. Some part of Nyx was revolted by the notion. As if a human could ever produce a suitable child! Sure it was difficult, but breeding should be kept between vampires and vampires only. Humans were good for nothing but food and cheap fun.
Fighting down her sudden sickness at the thought, Nyx realized Gabriella had been talking the whole time. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as her nervous chattering. On and on and on. The torrent of useless information was ceaseless. Half of it was fabricated anyway, the girl was rambling to keep Nyx from catching on to her. It was failing. Miserably. Even if Nyx hadn’t seen the truth in her mind, Gabriella’s endless talking would have sparked suspicion anyway.
This conversation was veering dangerously close to boring territory. And Nyx couldn’t have that. Mentally, the vampire reached outward, delving once again into the girl’s mind. Effortlessly, she sped up the growth of the calm she had planted, spreading it out farther and farther until washed away all of Gabriella’s barriers. Her insecurity, her nerves, her stress, her instincts. All of it was lost in the stretching petals of calm blossoming through her psyche. Finally, at its center, Nyx implanted the teeny tiny suggestion that all Gabriella wanted to do was get to know Nyx.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a mischievous smile, “I wasn’t listening to any of that. How about we talk about me, instead? Wouldn’t you like that? I'm sure you would.”
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Post by BB-8 on Apr 5, 2017 13:46:12 GMT -5
Blair looked like a cat in the moment that Kain pat her. Like a very angry cat, shoulders bunched up and jaw set. If she had fur, it would be standing on end. Even if he was right, she wasn't happy about it. Blair was a perfectionist. She had to be the best! Yet her she was, unable to fire a gun straight. It was very frustrating to say the least.
As Kain took his turn, the vampire moved over to her bow, her quiver already attached to her hip. Neither of the two students had much to do today, so they had decided to make a day out of this. Like they used to do when they were kids. Well, "kids" as in teenagers. Young, stupid, middle school teenagers. Ah, what times those were.
Blair snorted, lifting her bow, an arrow knocked. "Oh you have insulted me too much, Kain. Hope about we place one on your head and then we'll see." Aiming for said head, she let the arrow fly. She wasn't concerned for his safety. He was a vampire, after all. Enhanced speed and reflexes really aided a person in circumstances like these. What Blair had failed to consider was where the arrow would go after Kain had moved.
With a crash that sounded painfully loud, the projectile flew straight through a window behind Kain's previous location, shattering the entire thing.
Blair froze. She slowly turned to Kain, raising her eyebrows. "Whoops...?"
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Post by amberice on Apr 5, 2017 14:41:51 GMT -5
Gabriella's speech slowly began to falter, her ranting slowing to a more sedate pace. Her gaze stopped darting around the room and became fixated on the woman in front of her, taking in every detail of her face and admiring every single one. Everything slowly faded away, the racing thoughts dissolving into calm. And she began to smile. It was at this moment she became keenly aware of the change. Her logical mind was still watching and observing, noting the rapid changes. But she lacked the emotion, the fear, to actually act on any of it. She idly thought that this must be what it was like when a mouse looks a snake in the eyes. Gabriella felt as though she should still be terrified, ready to flee at a moments notice. But Nyx was beautiful and sweet and sure, she'd gotten on Gabriella's nerves just a moment ago, but everyone deserved a second chance.
Gabriella leaned forwards, resting her arms on the table and gently tilting her head as she smiled, "I know that should bother me that you weren't listening. But I'll let you off just this once." She gave her a wink, smile widening. She'd been out of this game for a while, it felt rather nice to flirt just a bit. "Go ahead, tell me all about you. I'm dying to know." She was about to move closer when she heard the sound of glass shattering and spun to see one of the massive windows cracking down the middle, "What the...?"
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Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 15:29:48 GMT -5
Any free character to help Kyah with her tapestry? Im waiting for Vison to get done being beaten by the headmaster.)
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 15:39:26 GMT -5
He's not...he's not being beaten, my poor child. Don't beat him, he doesn't deserve that!
I have Emilio if ya wanted to rp with him)
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Post by Misty on Apr 5, 2017 15:52:44 GMT -5
(I have all my characters open.)
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Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 15:56:26 GMT -5
Thanks Ram. I'm sure he'll be perfectly fine I bet he'll only have one bruise.) Kyah side when her neighbor didnt answer He's probably out somewhere, I'll see if someone else can help me. She went back to her room and slid on her black sandels and fixed her purple shirt so it was off one of her shoulders bearing the left side of her neck. Her black calf length yoga pants showed her curves perfectly. She pulled her long braid up and as she walked out of her room she twisted the braid into a large bun. As she walked down the hall she hummed a Greek lullaby giving her a pep in her step, her amethyst necklace shining against her darker purple shirt.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 16:09:25 GMT -5
(I have all my characters open.) Misty, I have Cam's starter up if you would like to RP. I know Elijah is her chosen. )
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Post by Misty on Apr 5, 2017 16:11:31 GMT -5
(I have all my characters open.) Misty, I have Cam's starter up if you would like to RP. I know Elijah is her chosen. ) (Lemme go find that so I can respond ^^)
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 16:36:28 GMT -5
Emilio was headed for what one could only assume was either his dorm or one of the study rooms so he could lock himself away for a few hours so he could game. Blowing a bubble of gum, he let it pop before pulling it back in his mouth with his tongue, stoic expression on his face like always. If the guy had picked up on any suspicious activity going on around campus he never gave any indication that he knew. Not that he would probably care considering that as long as it didn't stop him from gaming he really couldn't have cared. A month in and he still hadn't made a whole lot of friends for the simple fact that he didn't really have any interest in making friends with people right now. Usually he holed himself up somewhere where he could be alone in peace and that was always good enough for him. He preferred it that way honestly. And there were a number of strange people around that was sure, some he really had no intention of befriending even if it meant it'd save his life. Letting out a sigh, he readjusted his bag and continued on his way, shoulders hunched because the guy never could seem to stand up straight for any reason. As he headed into the boy's dorm building, he frowned when he saw some chick in a purple shirt coming down the stairs. "Um," he frowned to himself, watching her carefully. Why was there a girl in the boy's dorm room? And why did she have to be all peppy and happy looking? Backing up as she came down the stairs, he simply went to move around her, unaware that she was on the lookout for someone to help her.
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Post by Misty on Apr 5, 2017 17:10:23 GMT -5
Cam Ricci
Cam hated early morning classes with a passion. The alarm always went off at an ungodly hour so she was forced to sacrifice beauty sleep, and then she had to get around all while still fuzzy from her blissful dreams. After she made sure she looked cute, she had to go grab a bite to eat and head to classbefore the sun rose in the sky. It just wasn't natural to be up so early, to interrupt sleep for such a mundane thing was schooling. Luckily for her, Cam only had one morning class this semester, but that didn't mean she didn't take every opportunity to grumble to herself.
On her way to class, she popped her earbuds in her ears. Careful to not mess up her hair, she adjusted the straps on her simple pink backpack to where they sat even across her shoulders. The music started playing a second later and she smiled as she waltzed down the sidewalk, trying to mask her disdain for early mornings. The campus wasn't horribly big and she arrived in front of gothic style lecture hall promptly. Quickly, she climbed the stairs and entered the building.
Students filled in behind her. Cam slipped the earbuds off and checked the time only realize that she was over ten minutes early. Her eyebrows shot up. She was never early. Quite the opposite actually. She like to think of herself as one of those people that just ran on a different clock then everyone else. It appeared her clock had fixed itself slightly. Shrugging, she sat down on a bench just short of the lecture hall's main doors. Some of the students greeted her as they walked past and she gave a short reply, sometimes a wink if the boy was attractive enough.
As she people gazed, it occurred to her that she hadn't seen her Chosen in days. Just the thought of him and his sweet blood make her mouth water and her teeth ache with longing. Cam bit her lip, one of her canine's puncturing the tender flesh. She tried to shake the feeling of wanting to see him, to be near him, but to no avail. Silently, she watched as vampires and humans alike trotted past her into the lecture hall. Maybe he would come to this class? Truthfully she had only attended the class twice in the month that school had been in session. The first time was because she had to be there for attendance and the second time.... well, there had been a party the night before and she still couldn't remember what had happened that night.
The intercon clicked. The warning sign that class would start promptly in two minutes. Cam groaned and stood from the bench, her shirt fluttering as she did. Stragglers rushed into the hall after her and before she knew it, class had started.
Rhett was very much a morning person, provided he had about five minutes to fully wake up, clear his head, and make his morning coffee. He stumbled over to the coffee pot, his head not quite clear yet. After measuring out the water and grounds, he turned the machine on and began brewing it. He then went to get ready for the day. At some point in the middle of getting ready, the coffee finished and he poured some into a mug. He took his time drinking it, finding it relaxing before what he assumed would be a hectic day of classes. Rhett set the now empty mug on a table as he pushed a hand through his blonde hair. He had a say in his major, unlike his name. He rather disliked his first name – Elijah. There was something about it that he just didn’t like, so he much preferred to go by his last name. The boy let out a sigh and continued to get ready for the day. It didn’t take long, and he soon grabbed his backpack and was on his way to class. At some point he had slipped his earbuds into his ears, not wanting to talk with anyone on the way to class. If they wanted to talk after class – cool – but before class was a no. He always had to be early, and if he wasn’t as early as he normally way, he considered himself late. Rhett soon found himself approaching the lecture hall (he was still taking some of his gen eds and he absolutely hated the large lecture halls) and he took a seat toward the middle of the room at the end of one of the rows. Part of him hoped no one would sit beside him, as he didn’t want anyone to talk to him during class. He preferred to give his full attention to the professor, and it was difficult for him to do that if someone beside him wasn’t paying attention. When the intercom clicked, he put his phone and earbuds into his backpack and took out a notebook and pen, ready for class.
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Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 18:09:08 GMT -5
"Ακούσατε! My name is Kyah I just got here, Could you possible give me a quick hand? Im just too short to hang up my one tapastry I promise I will... Leave? Ναί Leave you alone. Ναί I swear. Forgive me, my english isnt perfect." She smiled her greek accent filled with a melodic tone. "Oh my name is Kyah Sovie." She gave another bright smile and offered her hand to him.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 5, 2017 18:15:26 GMT -5
{{ I live }}
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Post by The Blue Adept on Apr 5, 2017 20:40:53 GMT -5
Kain dodged out of the way pretty easily, but he stumbled forward at the sound of a window absolutely shattering, and craned his neck over his shoulder to look at the remains of the library window, jaw dropped open in surprise. He swallowed hard and spun around, shooting a frantic, wide-eyed look at Blair. "Aw sh*t...B..." he gasped before breaking down into a bit of a breathy laugh as he walked over towards the aftermath of their shenanigans. "I think ya get all 10 points for this."
He felt sheepish, and internally horrible about it, considering someone could really have gotten hurt, but holy cow was that a satisfying sound! He kind of wanted to see the look on the headmaster's face at the sight of this disaster, but he also would prefer to keep all of his limbs securely attached to his body. Stepping over the broken glass, he squinted inside the now open window, waving to the poor library-goers as if this was a totally normal occurrence.
"Er...how y'all doin?"
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 5, 2017 20:42:46 GMT -5
Pierre Kingston was sifting through paperwork at the ornate mahogany desk before him when there was a sharp knock on the doors that served as an entrance to his office. Almost immediately after, the doors swung inward, and Pierre glanced up briefly to see who it was that had the audacity to disturb him. His dark emerald eyes, eerily identical to those of his son, settled on Vison for half a moment, before they shifted back downward to his paperwork. The hefty ink pen in his hand made a soft scraping sound as it swept across the paper, bringing life to Pierre’s signature. When Vison pushed himself onto his desk, Pierre did not look up from his work, continuing to write and sign where necessary. He did, however, speak. “You have ten seconds to remove yourself from my desk or I will stake you, gut you, and leave you for the crows.” Though he spoke with little emotion, and sounded almost bored, there was a tension in the air that spoke of Pierre’s shortening temper with each moment that Vison was there. With the words spoke, he went back to ignoring the younger vampire’s presence, silently counting down from ten to one in his head. Vison wisely moved, although it took him eight seconds to heed Pierre’s advice. Wise boy, he mused as he continued to disregard Vison’s presence. He tolerated the boy, and would’ve simply waved a hand to soothe Vison’s worries, but the younger vampire made the mistake of threatening Pierre.
As soon as the words had left Vison’s mouth, Pierre went utterly still – as still as a statue. He even stopped breathing for half a second, before, in a blur of motion, he struck. His left hand curled around the letter opening next to him and he lunged forward, slamming the metal blade into the desk between Vison’s right pointer and middle finger, just barely missing the boy’s hand itself. The strike had been so fierce, so powerful, that the handle of the letter opener bent to the side in protest, and finally completely snapped free, clanging across the wooden surface until he dropped with an ominous bang to the floor below. In the same motion, his right hand had dropped the pen and shot out to reach forward and close around the material of Vison’s shirt. “Listen, and listen well, boy,” Pierre hissed, leaning forward to invade Vison’s personal space. “You’re either stupid, brave, or stupidly brave to invade my space and have the damned audacity to threaten me. There are very few things I will tolerate from those of your caliber and class, but threats and attempts to blackmail me are not among that list. I walked this earth before you were even a thought in your mother’s mind – before you mother was even a thought in her mother’s mind. If you think that the title pure-blood gives you the right to threaten me, you’re sorely mistaken. I make the decisions here, I am king here, and if I decide you need to struggle or starve for a time then you damn well will!” He shook Vison rather violently, left hand curling around the broken letter opener once again. With a sharp jerk, he retrieved the weapon from where it had been embedded in the mahogany and pressed the blade against Vison’s chest, tauntingly. “If I decide I want you to clean the floors with nothing but a toothbrush and your tongue, then you damn well will, boy. Remember that. I am your king here. I decide whether you have the right to draw your next breath.” He pressed the makeshift weapon against Vison’s chest once more, hard enough to poke a hole through the material and draw blood.
“Next time you have the audacity to march into my office, and think to threaten me, I’ll rip out your heart and make you eat it. I’ll have you skinned, gutted, and staked out in the open for the crows to devour. If you think such a death will be quick, or painless, you’re wrong.” Pierre’s emerald eyes were ablaze, smoldering like wildfire. “Remember your place, boy, and remember who is king here.” With a flick of his wrist, Pierre dropped Vison to the floor, a small way away from him, and curled his lip at the younger vampire. His teeth had lengthened in his rage, pearly white, and the power radiating off of Pierre made it clear that he was less than thrilled at Vison’s attempt to blackmail him. He flung the letter opener to the ground, and it pinged on the wooden floors next to Vison. “Get the hell out of my sight.”
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Apr 5, 2017 20:54:44 GMT -5
At the sound of splintering glass, Nyx’s hold on Gabriella’s perceptions slipped. The calm she’d spread through her senses ebbed and dimmed. But Nyx didn’t care. The moment Gabriella turned away from her, Nyx’s lips peeled into a snarl fierce enough to rival a savage wolf. She bolted to her feet, “Sorry. I should probably go see what’s happening out there,” she apologized halfheartedly. Someone was going to pay for ruining Nyx’s fun.
Fuming and hungry, Nyx’s anger found a suitable target as a young man peered through the window. Good god, he was gorgeous. Sun-kissed skin dappled with sparse freckle. High cheekbones and dusky brown hair. It's too bad he wasn't human, otherwise she might have considered him as a replacement snack for Gabriella. Pity. But beautiful or not, it was his fault that Nyx’s focus had slipped. Already out of her seat, the gorgeous vampire stormed over to the window. Blue eyes glinted with vicious, hard light at she stared at the vampire. He was familiar-- Caligo’s small student population made sure of that --but she couldn’t put a name to his face.
“Me? How am I doing?” Her anger was beginning to wane, but she held tight to it out of pure spite. “It’s funny you should ask. How about you tell me why this window spontaneously shattered and I’ll tell you just how I’m doing.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, glancing back at Gabriella. To be honest, she wasn’t even interested in feeding anymore. Still, Gabriella was cute and it’d be a shame to waste a good meal because somebody had decided to break a window.
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Apr 5, 2017 20:55:23 GMT -5
{ Vison's lucky to be alive honestly }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 5, 2017 20:57:33 GMT -5
{{ ikr }}
{{ gathering sources for a paper on multiple hereditary exstoses (which I have lol) so I might poof }}
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 21:08:35 GMT -5
My precious son....is so emotionally confused rightnow dammit)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 5, 2017 21:12:53 GMT -5
{{ xD hm, this is kind of interesting to read, considering that it has to do with me }}
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Post by BB-8 on Apr 5, 2017 21:32:04 GMT -5
God, if staff found out about their part in this, they were really dead. Well, Blair was really dead. She wasn't going to make her friend a part of the story. Common courtesy, after all. But it was kind of exhilerating. Kain and her had often discussed their disdain for the way Caligo was run. Like some kind of seriously messed up, private zoo of vampires. Vampires who, despite much of their very existence revolving around humans, treated them like they were even less than animals. Even if this was an accident, it was a tiny act of defiance. And that felt nice.
Blair followed Kain over towards the window, reaching out a hand to lightly press a finger on to a pointed shard of glass that still clung to the frame. Ouch. Yeah, that was definitely super broken. Her gaze shifted to the interior of the building as Kain addressed those in the library. She brightened up when she spotted Gabriella, repeatedly slapping Kain's arm and pointing. With a wide grin, she waved to the girl, and mouthed something that looked like "sorry for the window" followed by an exaggerated shrug. Blair, Kain and Vison- when he wasn't busy stalking other's Chosen -had been attempting to befriend the human for awhile now. It was early to find one who still had their brain about them, so of course they were interested. Unfortunately, that also meant things weren't going too well because the human was always, rightfully, frightened in their presence.
With a light laugh that echoed Kain's unsureness, Blair reached up a hand to brush the hair out of her face. It was then that a voice approached them. The girl's face fell. Blair wasn't exactly a fan of many vampires, but Nyx really, really did not pique her fancy. Gorgeous or not, Blair preferred her women without psychopathic tendencies.
"Hah, that would be yours truly," Blair smirked, giving the other vampire a little bow. "Did you need something from us? Because I don't imagine someone like yourself would he concerned about vandalism of school property."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 21:48:14 GMT -5
Rhett was very much a morning person, provided he had about five minutes to fully wake up, clear his head, and make his morning coffee. He stumbled over to the coffee pot, his head not quite clear yet. After measuring out the water and grounds, he turned the machine on and began brewing it. He then went to get ready for the day. At some point in the middle of getting ready, the coffee finished and he poured some into a mug. He took his time drinking it, finding it relaxing before what he assumed would be a hectic day of classes. Rhett set the now empty mug on a table as he pushed a hand through his blonde hair. He had a say in his major, unlike his name. He rather disliked his first name – Elijah. There was something about it that he just didn’t like, so he much preferred to go by his last name. The boy let out a sigh and continued to get ready for the day. It didn’t take long, and he soon grabbed his backpack and was on his way to class. At some point he had slipped his earbuds into his ears, not wanting to talk with anyone on the way to class. If they wanted to talk after class – cool – but before class was a no. He always had to be early, and if he wasn’t as early as he normally way, he considered himself late. Rhett soon found himself approaching the lecture hall (he was still taking some of his gen eds and he absolutely hated the large lecture halls) and he took a seat toward the middle of the room at the end of one of the rows. Part of him hoped no one would sit beside him, as he didn’t want anyone to talk to him during class. He preferred to give his full attention to the professor, and it was difficult for him to do that if someone beside him wasn’t paying attention. When the intercom clicked, he put his phone and earbuds into his backpack and took out a notebook and pen, ready for class. Cam Ricci
Cam bounced into the hall, eyelids heavy from lack of beauty sleep. She wasn't much of a coffee person; she found it made her too jittery. She descended the stairs, looking for a seat lazily in the full lecture hall. The hall had filled quickly and so there was a limited number of seats, but one seat in particular caught her eye. Blood welled on her bottom lip when she bit it eagerly. It was him! Fate had smiled down upon her. A women made a move to go down the row to obtain the seat, but one look from the hungry and possessive vampire made her run for the hills. Her wish to see him again had come true. No one was going to get in her way of at least being near her Chosen.
The vampire shimmied down the row until she got to the seat, yellow eyes glittering with excitement. When she came upon the seat, she delicately smoothed her shirt under her to sit properly. Cam pulled her backpack off her back and placed it at her feet, purposely brushing one finger across the arm that Rhett had on the desk. She glanced to the side, smile on her face and mischief in her eyes, "Sorry about that." Then, as she heard the first greetings from the teacher, she directed her attention back to the front. She grabbed her laptop out her backpack and puled up her notes from the last class. For all her faults (and the fact that she had failed this class once before), she knew how to take detailed notes.
The teacher's voice droned on and she tried to distract herself from the man sitting beside her by listening as attentively as possible. About half way through however, her fingers slowed on the keyboard and her head started to droop forward. A large yawn opened her mouth wide. Cam leaned forward on the desk, makeuped eyelids heavy from lack of sleep and left fist supporting her head. She really shouldn't have gone to that party last night. She was running on three hours of sleep, "So tired..." Her black, curly hair cascaded to the side as her head slipped off her hand that had been holding it up. I don't even care about this class anymore. I just want to sleep. Her eyes closed and her body slumped up against Rhett's. A small smile pulled her lips upward and she said hazily, "So cozy..." Then, she slipped fully into sleep.
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