|
Post by amberice on Apr 5, 2017 22:15:12 GMT -5
Gabriella watched in slight confusion as Nyx stormed away to go snap at the pair who were eying the window and looking incredibly proud of said destruction. The calm that had washed over her moments ago had disappeared for now and she found her nerves returning. It was both a relief and irritating to feel once more. She quickly shoved her papers into a bag and stood, glancing back toward the standoff happening through the window.
Gabriella recognized them somewhat. They had been friendly to her in the past, though she did have some trouble reciprocating when they had made her just a touch uncomfortable to be around. Still, they seemed nice enough. And she wasn't going to lie, if Blair's presence didn't make her want to flee for the hills, she totally would have been flirting her heart out. So Gabriella gave Blair a wave, then tilted her head towards Nyx, whose tone was far from friendly, in a gesture that was meant to ask what her deal was.
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 22:38:27 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. Emilio furrowed his brow at the greeting and he couldn't help the faint little frown that curled on his lips, shifting a bit and looking around to see if there was anyone else around who could possibly handle this. And of course, there wasn't a single soul in the area. "Uh, yeah sure," he mumbled, messing with the strap of his bag,"er, it's cool, I guess," he responded when she apologized for her english. He was used to people speaking in broken english, or in their native language when he gamed, it was just something he got used to and overtime began wondering why people apologized for not speaking english perfectly. "Yeah, uh, you said that already. Name's Emilio," he answered, rubbing the back of his calf with his other leg and holding his balance quiet easily. Glancing at her hand, he seemed to hesitate a bit before taking it and shaking it, pulling his hand back and putting them in the pocket of his hoodie. "Right, so which dorm is yours?" he questioned, glancing past her and up the stairs, before frowning. Why was he looking up there? She obviously had a room in the girl's dorm, not the boy's. What an idiot he was.
|
|
|
Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 22:39:02 GMT -5
Holy crap... how did he live?)
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 22:55:50 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.” Pierre intimidated the ever loving daylights out of Vison, and why wouldn't he? Dude was scary as all gets out! So why he suddenly found the guts to threaten him was a mystery, though probably had to do with him being a little bit on the hungry side and without a meal for months. The younger vampire of course obeyed when he was told he had a limited amount of time to remove his lean body from the desk otherwise unsavory things would happen. "You know, I get all tingly when people talk to me like that," he stated idly, as if it were no big deal. It wasn't a lie really, Vison had strange tastes and people like Pierre tended to fall into said strange tastes. The boy had no clue what was about to happen to him because he was under the impression that he had a chance to get away, what with being younger and all. Because he really wasn't sure if it worked that way, with younger vampires being faster than older ones, similar to younger humans being faster than older ones. But he would find out soon enough just how wrong he was in assuming he had an upper hand simply because he happened to be decades younger than the man before him. Vison had no time to even blink before he was looking down in shock when the letter opener barely missed him, but he didn't have long to linger on that fact because suddenly his shirt was being grabbed and his space was being invaded and oh gosh he was scared. Swallowing hard, he stared at the man who was grabbing hold of him so tightly and he held back a whimper of fear because yeah he was pretty sure he was going to die now. His hands shot out, gripping at Pierre's that had a hold on his clothes, nails digging in as he clawed at the hand holding him, frantically trying to get free with no success. "Okay, alright, I won't do it again, I swear," he insisted, survival instincts kicking in and practically screaming at him to appease the older vampire before things got ugly. "It was an awful joke, I'm sorry, I won't threaten you I promise," he continued, voice frail and seeming to lack the confidence it normally held. "Right, right, you're king," he agreed hurriedly, letting out a fearful noise when Pierre retrieved the weapon and pressed it to his chest, sucking in a breath softly. This was it, this was where he died. His eyes snapped shut as he heard the faint noise of it poking through the fabric and then suddenly there was a sharp pain in his chest and he sucked in another breath through his teeth, tensing up as he waited for a death that never came. "Don't talk to me like that, it'll have the opposite effect," he muttered and it was a mystery as to if he was being serious or trying to restore some sort of confidence he'd lost, but his tone wasn't helping give anything away. A soft grunt escaped when he hit the floor and he pushed himself up, looking up at Pierre with a fearful, intimidated gaze, murky eyes glancing at the other's fangs and he eyed him carefully before dusting himself off. "Whatever you say, you're highness," he muttered before slinking out of the office with a scowl on his face that only seemed to grow the further away he got from the room. "Tch," he rubbed his chest carefully and gingerly,"ruined a perfectly good shirt," he murmured,"he'd be a hunk if he weren't so rude," he decided, rolling his eyes a bit as he started making his way back to his dorm room so he could change out of the shirt Pierre had ruined and see if he couldn't stop the bleeding from his new little puncture wound. That better not scar his otherwise flawless skin, he'd be so livid if it did.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 5, 2017 22:58:22 GMT -5
{{ lol }}
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 5, 2017 23:24:48 GMT -5
{{ always thinking about the clothes hm Vison? }}
|
|
|
Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 23:28:33 GMT -5
"Emilio? Are you italian?" She asked leading him to her room, "I seemed to get the last available dormroom I could get near the music room and before you say anything I know its a boys dorm, but the Headmaster allowed me to take a room here. I was raised with four brothers so its not that different." She said motioning for the tapestry and the stool for him. She took her sandals off when she entered the room, hopping on one foot she grabbed the book she was reading on the ride here and slipped it onto the bookshelf.
|
|
|
Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 23:36:42 GMT -5
I should have asked if it was ok... I realize that now sorry Thad. Is it okay if she is in the boys dorm? I figured since they were paired they should live nearby.)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 5, 2017 23:38:31 GMT -5
{{ It's unusual but it's okay lol }}
{{ wouldn't fly irl but what the hell have fun }}
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 23:38:40 GMT -5
(Of course he is man, gotta look good for all them hunks walking around campus ya know)
|
|
|
Post by вєвє on Apr 5, 2017 23:39:55 GMT -5
Oh yay! Thanks Thad! and Heck ya Kyah gets a hunk!)
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 23:41:21 GMT -5
"As far as I know, no," he answered, looking confused at the idea that a girl was in the boy's dorm and he honestly didn't really know what to think of it. How odd, shouldn't she have been placed in the girl's dorm? Surely there was room there right? Because now he was feeling rather uncomfortable at the idea that there was a girl wandering around in the boy's dorm. "Right...whatever," he muttered, shaking his head before following after her. The rather tall male raised a brow at the tapestry, but nevertheless walked over and pinned it up, stepping back to put his hands into his pocket once more. "Is that good enough for you?" he questioned, looking at the tapestry before turning his attention towards her.
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 5, 2017 23:46:54 GMT -5
Are you referring to Vison as a hunk...?)
|
|
|
Post by вєвє on Apr 6, 2017 0:19:59 GMT -5
She turned and smiled, "Téleios!" She clapped her hands, "Thank you Emilio! I really do appreciate it! My room is almost complete! She unwrapped a bubble wrapped square; carefully she unwrapped a picture of her and her four older brothers smiling infront of the temple of Appolo in Delphi, they all had tan skin and bright green eyes all four boys were over six foot in height. They surrounded the small smiling girl wearing shorts and a teal crop top showing her flat belly. "Adelfoí mou..." She smiled remebering the day of the vacation like it was yesterday, though it had been four years ago and was the last time they all spent time with one another. "I'll see you around Emilio thanks again for helping me." She said wiping away a stray tear.
|
|
|
Post by вєвє on Apr 6, 2017 0:20:45 GMT -5
Maybe...)
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 6, 2017 0:29:26 GMT -5
Um...well....Vison is a lean bean, he ain't got any beef to be a hunk)
"Yeah, uh, you're welcome," he answered, rubbing the back of his neck because this was no awkward for him and he wasn't really all that sure about what he was supposed to be doing at the moment as he watched her unwrap what appeared to be a picture frame. He could never understand the whole sibling thing, he was an only child and never had to deal with a brother or sister. Shifting his weight a few times, he frowned, glancing about uncomfortably. Wow this was awkward. Until she spoke up again and he looked over, shrugging,"yeah, sure, don't mention it. See you around I guess," he responded before backing out of the room and as soon as he was in the hall he was making his way towards the study room where he could lock himself away and just focus on his games. That was enough face to face interaction for a couple hours.
|
|
|
Post by The Blue Adept on Apr 6, 2017 0:33:04 GMT -5
[ lol Kain is a confirmed pretty boy now thank u Nyx ]
[ Maybe Vison is a hunk in his dreams ]
"Well, the arrow oughta be around here somewhere!" Kain grinned, shooting Blair a knowing look as he tried to contain his amusement. No one appeared damaged, other than the window, so there was a bit of a burden off his shoulders now that made him a bit more carefree about the fact they just sort of vandalized a part of the school. Now this pretty vampire in front of him looked awfully familiar to him, but a lot of the faces of the folks here sort of blended together into mush in his brain, he had trouble memorizing them all. Blair seemed to recognize her though, and didn't seem too happy that she was here. Kain didn't quite know how to present himself along with that, so he didn't, and wore a friendly expression.
At Blair's elbowing at him, he turned his head and spotted Gab, of who he did actually remember! The humans were easier for him, since they sort of smelled different, but Gab in particular was easy because they'd talked to her a few times, tried to get her to be friends with em. He waved happily at her too, glad to see that she hadn't been impaled by glass. "Y'all studying in here? Sorry for the interruption."
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 6, 2017 0:39:25 GMT -5
He was already confirmed before man, Kain's always been a pretty boy
Pfft, just dreams of being 100% lean beef)
|
|
|
Post by вєвє on Apr 6, 2017 0:55:29 GMT -5
So should Vison come by and visit his new neighbor?)
Kyah left her door open as she began to make her bed, to go with the rest of the room she had rich purple sheets with a darker comforter and pillows. After making the bed she turned to plugging in her computer and her book lamp, then she lined up her books and left out her music sheets. Then finally she pulled out her keyboard and set it up in the corner of her room making sure to keep her noise canceling headphones next to it. She then noticed something on the floor that caught her attention. Kneeling down she touched the dark stain, wondering what could leave a stain like this. Was someone hurt here?
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 6, 2017 1:28:08 GMT -5
I doubt meeting someone new is at the top of his list of things to do right now as he's a little busy being grumpy and heading to his room to change)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 6, 2017 1:29:34 GMT -5
(( lol what if Sabit walked in on the broken window c: ))
(( poor Vison ))
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 6, 2017 1:31:53 GMT -5
He brought it upon himself like a loser, and I imagine he's just trying to figure out how to be petty towards Pierre without getting himself killed)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 6, 2017 1:48:26 GMT -5
(( lol Pierre doesn't like threats ))
|
|
|
Post by BB-8 on Apr 6, 2017 1:51:37 GMT -5
Uhm I think that wouldn't go well for Blair and Kain's heads
|
|
|
Post by amberice on Apr 6, 2017 2:12:52 GMT -5
Or Gabriella for that matter. I don't think her poor heart could handle being that close to an ancient vampire
In other news, it's early and I'm awake. Urgh)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 6, 2017 8:16:07 GMT -5
(( yup I hate being awake too ))
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 6, 2017 8:17:48 GMT -5
I've noticed this lol The squad will totally be fine guys)
|
|
|
Post by amberice on Apr 6, 2017 8:18:05 GMT -5
I had an early flight, so I had no choice. I may be losing my mind a little bit.)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 6, 2017 9:56:38 GMT -5
(( Sabit's methods are far more subtle than Pierre's lol ))
|
|
|
Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 6, 2017 10:23:41 GMT -5
Well here's a fun question, how would Pierre react if he got a book on anger management from someone?)
|
|