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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Apr 9, 2017 1:56:04 GMT -5
see same person { omg dude,,, i'm crying and screaming and dead all at once omg ?? theory that they're the same person }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2017 1:57:36 GMT -5
{{ theory confirmed }}
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 2:24:03 GMT -5
{ !!! thank you so much, i tried my best lol yeah, i'm not a big fan of math either mdude. mainly because i'm not good at t aaaa,,, it's pretty cool that you're an artist though! umbra building sounds good, or maybe noctem hall. } (Get to hang around me long, and I draw your characters. XD I'm not the best at Math, trust me.) (I'll go with Umbra for now. They can always move over to Noctern Hall later. ) Percival walked along one of the hallways, a stack of papers in his hands and pencil gripped between his teeth as he tried to shift everything around to get out the keys for one of the classrooms. It really was a shame that all this work couldn't be graded someplace else, but he really didn't have the time to do it in anything other than his free time. But he was not going to do it where just any student could get a look at their grades. So he'd been forced to retreat back to this building.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 9, 2017 2:41:37 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur Rowlin snapped out of his distractions, as soon as he bumped into Eveline. He always tried his upmost to provide a good example for the student body, but that didn't necessary mean he was going to play faithful all day. It had been a long day, and just like anyone else, wanted a few minutes to escape. Sure he read earlier, but usually watching a video or two would set ease in his day. Rowlin removed one earbud , with a light chuckle at the incident. "I-I'm sorry about that, it appears my poor judgement has led to this outcome." He reached out for the book, nodding firmly as a quick awknowledgement to everything that had just happened. "If anyone's to blame, it is myself, I leaned too close to the wall, thus leaving myself unaware at the next corner. I do hope you are alright.' He asked, inspecting her quickly. His illuminating green gaze scrolling from head to tow. But I was getting to the best part too... He thought in frustration. mintedstar/fur
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 2:56:35 GMT -5
(Sorry. I'll get right to that reply! )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2017 2:58:18 GMT -5
(( ily guys sorry for the picture spam <3 ))
(( night! We should do some rebellion plotting when I wake up c ))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 3:16:56 GMT -5
Auransky"I'm fine," replied Eveline, still with a rueful smile on her face. "What were you watching anyway?" It had to be interesting if it had caused this much attention to be put into it. "I wasn't paying attention either. I'm partly at fault," said Eveline, apologetic, though only willing to accept half of the blame. Her shoulders still showed the slump from earlier and her head was lower than usual. She hoped that Rowlin wouldn't notice. She didn't want to bring him into it. And yet, whispered a small voice. You aren't doing anything about it because you honestly do want someone to notice. You want to talk about it with someone.Yet you also don't want to cause trouble or drag someone you don't really know into it.Eveline's eye barely twitched as she tried to get the voice to be quiet.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 3:18:36 GMT -5
(( ily guys sorry for the picture spam <3 )) (( night! We should do some rebellion plotting when I wake up c )) ( *shrugs* I don't mind. It's fine. ) (I've yet to figure out which side each of my characters would support... Only figured out Grace in that matter this far... ^^' Night!)
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Post by Auransky on Apr 9, 2017 11:20:37 GMT -5
mintedstar/furRowlin raised a brow, "Positive you are fine? Worst comes to worst, I find out come morning that more harm was committed then good." The question about his video arose, his illuminated gaze quickly scanned their surroundings before a smile grew on him. "Grays Anatomy..." He softly admitted to her. "I've fallen behind on my favorite shows because of work..." He explained, in a way his smile appeared too childish, like that of a child enjoying sweet delights. This conversation, though unexpected, was most welcoming. Until he found himself pausing for a second, he wasn't sure if she was a student or a staff member, she did appear older then him, but even then their unique campus redefined the definition of staff and student. He waved a gentle hand in the air now, "Don't apologize, and don't take any blame in this. It was my fault for choosing to watch an episode on my phone instead of actually paying attention. It's just as bad as texting and driving, and the bad part is that I managed to mod my car AI screen to duplicate the episodes from my phone. So should I commute I watch episodes in traffic rather then listen to music as of late." He shyly admitted. Wait.... A thought crossed his mind. If we were the only ones in the hall, then certainly she would have herd the footsteps coming her way. She doesn't have any earbuds on, so...common sense, right?"If you don't mind me asking, were you by any chance hurrying somewhere?" He tilted his head a bit to look out of the side behind her. He wanted to assure himself that there wasn't anyone at the moment in the halls, it would contradict his questions. "If you were you would have the reason to cut the corners, but, we're the only ones here." He frowned slightly, "I was listening to my video, so my attention was elsewhere, so unless you were doing something else, you could have herd me through the echo of my footsteps."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 13:39:34 GMT -5
Misty
Cam Ricci
Cam dreamed of blood. Lots and lots of blood. The blood supporting her pulsed with life and her body earned to claim it. The smell alone caused her fangs to ache and her eyes to flutter close; her toes curled with delight. When she reached out towards the droplets of life, to pull it to into herself, it evaporated. The blood at her feet boiled and hissed before it was simply gone from the dream, replaced with endless void. A horrible pressure crashed down over her and she gripped her head, overwhelmed with the pain of rejection. She screamed when the pain became unbearable. Her wonderful dream had turned into a nightmare. And then, suddenly, she was falling. Falling out of sleep and back into reality.
Cam's eyes snapped open. Disoriented, they searched the room while her body remained completely still. In half a second she realized that the person who she was sleeping on had woken her up and for a moment, she resented that person. It might have been a nightmare, but it had been a lovely dream until it went bad. Eyelids heavy with the haze of sleep, she looked up lazily to see who she had fallen asleep on. This time it only took her a fraction of a second to remember how she had come to use her Chosen as a pillow and her lips tugged up in a half smile. He must have whispered in her ear or something because his lips were ridiculously close to her cheek. Just a minor adjustment would have resulted in a kiss, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." Cam could tell he was annoyed with her from his thoughts so she reached out to him mentally, breaking through the wall of resistance with little hassle. She planted thoughts of mirth over the situation and even some attraction towards her in that moment. His mind was jittery as if annoyed and afraid at the same time, but the fear was buried deep. It took her a few heart beats to root it out and influence it, changing his perspective to one of intrigue and attraction.
Originally, Cam hated using her power. It felt like a cheat. Without the cheat, she thought herself plenty manipulative. However, as she grew and she realized it was her best defense, it became a necessity. Humans tended to flee around vampires and the only way to secure a meal was to either use force or control their thoughts and emotions. It was easier to use mind control as it was less messy.
Cam withdrew from Rhett only slightly. Sleep still gnawed at her and if her mind control worked (which it would; it always did), then she would have a completely compliant human pillow to snuggle with. Who knows? She might get a much needed meal after class as well. Just reposting this so it doesn't get buried. )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2017 15:51:17 GMT -5
(( yea no worries. I'm at the library right now to meet someone so we can work on a project ))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 17:05:02 GMT -5
(I'm replying now, Shining! Sorry for a late response. )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 18:06:05 GMT -5
Auransky(Did I ever mention I love Rowlin. XD ) Eveline opened her mouth, about to say 'No, actually, not really'. But it came out as, "I'm fine," again. Amusement once again flared behind her eyes, but, like before it was quickly berried again. "Remind me not to drive when your around," she said, trying to bring the fleeting mood back. She shoot her head at his question. "No, I wasn't in a hurry, just...distracted." The lie was flimsy. She wasn't putting much heart into it. She was pretty sure he was staff, but wouldn't be able to be a hundred-percent sure. She was a little shorter than him, but only the really young student were shorter than her. Maybe she should consider wearing heels.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 9, 2017 18:32:39 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur((Rowlin's a likable guy? I never noticed. xD)) Rowlin nodded once more, trying to assure himself that everything was alright by the women's standards. And yet he couldn't find himself to believe her, something was off. Yet he didn't want to press into the matters, where it need not concern him. But at the same time the observations and thoughts were clashing between the needs and don'ts. He softly chuckled, "What you think I'm a hazard? On the contrary, be afraid of the people that race through traffic at a constant rate." He nodded at the thought. "Now those people, you should really be afraid of." "Distracted?" He leaned back a bit,her tone was obviously not selling it. He rermoved the other earbud, and started to roll the cord around his phone, "Classes, or something personal e-er... if you don't mind me asking." He wondered, his own nature, and urges colliding, for answers.
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Apr 9, 2017 18:39:08 GMT -5
{ Sorry for poofing on you last night - it was like 3 in the morning rip.
I hope this reply is alright! }
The blond was sprawled out on the bed in his dorm - a messy one at that. Clothes were carelessly strewn everywhere, his desk was a mess of papers and pens, his trash was nearly overflowing.. yeah, it's safe to say that Cairo hadn't done much maintenance in quite some time. Being the stereotypical college student he was, Cairo also had a 24 pack of Red Bull sitting on the dresser to the left of his unmade bed. You know, for emergencies. He idly sipped on the last can, scrolling through the Google image search results for 'memes' on his laptop. After all, it wasn't like he had a persuasive English essay with a strong thesis statement written in MLA format due by 8 tomorrow. One that was worth almost half of Cairo's grade and he hadn't even started yet? Oh, no way. What a thought! He couldn't be semi-responsible and start it now, after all.
He had so many reputations to uphold, so many things that people expected of him! Ranging from broke artist, dumb blond, and best of all: sweatpant-wearing-to-class, takeout-every-night, can-sleep-anywhere-due-to-extreme-sleep-deprivation, eternally-procrastinating college student! Oh, Cairo had priorities all right. But even Red Bull, 'We Are Number One' on repeat, and checking all his social medias thrice got boring after a while. He hopped out of bed, leaving the essay forgotten as he stuffed his feet into a pair of tennis shoes that he pulled from beneath his bed. Time to get his lazy butt out of bed and aimlessly wander around the campus... hmm, Umbra sounded good! Messing around in an empty classroom seemed like a pretty good way to spend the time. After Cairo found his keys and his almost-but-not-quite-dead-yet phone, he exited the Virtus dormitories and found himself in the hallways. He strolled about in the empty halls, disappointed to find that most of the classrooms were locked. It was eerily quiet, he noted, and he could all but hear his own breathing. Cairo rounded a corner, hands in the front pocket of his sweatshirt before he heard the faint clinking of keys hitting each other further down.
'Ah, a person.' He thinks to himself, actually shrugging nonchalantly as he continued walking. 'Probably a janitor or something. No biggie.'
But as he neared ever closer... well, upon closer inspection...
Oh, god. Was that his... art professor?
Abort mission, I repeat, ABORT MISSION.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 19:26:26 GMT -5
ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ (Don't worry about it. I needed to sleep.) (Yep, that's fine! *she says, wondering how she's going to make her post not look small beside it*) (I am laughing so hard. XD Do your homework, Cairo. You're probably already failing the class anyway.) Percival, of course, heard Cairo coming a mile away. He was already setting down his pile of papers by the time he rounded the corner. He turned, taking the pencil out of his mouth, and turned, tapping it against his lips. Between two of his fingers he spun the keys around and around on his key-ring. "I really hope that you wondering the halls means they you have finished the art project I assigned you yesterday, yes?" said Regimald in a slightly thick German accent. He was smiling a little. The professor was actually mildly fond of Cairo, he just preferred to give him a hard time. The pages he'd set down were face up, showing well drawn human figures, as well as birds, half done sketches from lazy students of one of the buildings, and what seemed to be a bored students drawing of a rendition (in every detail) of a ceiling fan.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 9, 2017 19:36:50 GMT -5
Here)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2017 19:39:57 GMT -5
{{ hey }}
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 19:43:24 GMT -5
(Hello. )
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 9, 2017 19:45:57 GMT -5
Hey guys)
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Post by amberice on Apr 9, 2017 20:03:23 GMT -5
(Hey hey there peeps)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2017 20:05:38 GMT -5
{{ Gonna play some Witcher and cook up some ideas to get the plot moving here C:< if y'all have suggestions let me know }}
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Apr 9, 2017 20:06:22 GMT -5
{ We're in the same timezone then? Sweet!
Don't worry about it, dude. I'm not too picky with reply lengths - quality over quantity, y'know?
And honestly.. you're probably 1000% right about that. He's so irresponsible, rest in pieces. }
Crap, Cairo had been spotted. So much for slowly backing up and then running back to his dorm, safe in a room of piling assignments, looming deadlines, and memes. Maybe some instant ramen, whipped up fresh from the package? Not that it mattered now - of course he was obligated to chat with his professor now. His eyes met Percival's, a soft and resigned sigh escaping his lips.
'Hmm.. is honesty really the best policy right now?' Cairo thinks to himself, mouth twisting in an odd way to keep the smirk from rising to his face. 'Oh, Professor. If only you knew.' Yeah, he didn't want to tell the whole truth right now. Cairo shrugs his shoulders, not elaborating any further as his gaze momentarily flickers downwards to see the papers his Art professor had set down. 'Not bad. If you flipped it though, the proportions for the right side of their face would be kinda weird.' Oh, so judgmental. Although the thought wasn't at the very forefront of his mind, his cockiness was most definitely an undertone in all his mental musings. 'I could do better than that.'
"Nope," Cairo finally said, popping the 'p' with a small puff of air. "I started it though, mostly. I just like when the hallway is empty." He vaguely gestures down the hallway with a tiny noise of indication, "Right there, for example. Isn't that why you're here too?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 20:15:01 GMT -5
Auransky(Who said anything about likable? He just has to be interesting. Well, yes, he's likable too, but that aside. XD ) Eveline ran a hand through her frizzy hair, looking down. "Nah, I don't usually drive anyways, so it shouldn't be to much of a problem. I prefer walking around, I can take more in that way." While one hand continued to play around with a bit of hair, the other one went into a pocket. "Yeah, you could say it's something personal, I guess." She didn't know whether she really know whether she minded him asking her or not. The part of her that had wanted to bring it up was still clashing with her wishes not to bring it up. "I'm just having a really awful day," she finished lamely, looking up and meeting Rowlin's eyes.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Apr 9, 2017 20:16:43 GMT -5
"Hey, to be fair ya weren't aimin' at the window...you were aimin' at me. Still, it was an accident, just a little shootin' practice," Kain pointed out with a shrug, as if the window shattering had been entirely unavoidable. He realized he was in fact still waving around the gun and tucked away in it's holster for safekeeping, where he'd have to stash back in its shoebox in his room later. It was a pretty thing that didn't deserve to collect dust, that was for sure, and shooting things around the school when it wasn't busy had seemed like a good idea at the time. If he'd known scary old vampires would be creepin' around, then he surely would've reconsidered.
"I'm real sorry too, didn't mean to drag you into this mess with us. But thanks for stickin' up for us back there, looks like yer finally gettin' sweet on us," he grinned in a slightly teasing way. At least they'd all sort of get to hang out while they paid their dues, but the idea of sitting around translating books was enough to make him want to let Sabit kill him instead.
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Post by amberice on Apr 9, 2017 20:16:46 GMT -5
Gabriella looked back and forth between the pair, then let out a sigh. She bent down and began to slowly clean the scattered pages that had fallen from the destroyed book, "Blair and Kain, right? It's not a problem. I'll get the pages, you guys get the glass pieces."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 9, 2017 20:29:03 GMT -5
ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧(As far as I can tell, we are. XD Yes, same. If I can work of it I'm fine. He'd get along well with Grace (if that's how her personality says, that is.)) Regimald took the pencil away from his mouth, having gotten annoyed with the smell of it. You can deal with the sent of a No. 2 pencils, it was the fact that this one had been used to stir cream into a students coffee, by the sent of it. Percival didn't like coffee. Instead, he stuck the pencil behind his ear and put his keys back in his pocket as he waited for Cairo to answer. When he finally did, his expression didn't change but Percival wasn't buying it. "Really? What did you finally decide on depicting? By the way, let us just say if you don't answer that question with the next to seconds, I double the assignment." He was joking, but he's accent made it sound like he wasn't. Even his expression didn't hint that he wasn't being serous.
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Apr 9, 2017 21:14:01 GMT -5
{ It's about 10:20ish over here!
Oh yeah, that'd be true! Especially since they're both in Art && Photography as well. }
Geez, why was he like this? Cairo nearly choked on his own spit at that, coughing into his fist as he immediately turned away. The back of his neck was all but burning, the skin flooded with blood and flushing in embarrassment.
"That won't be necessary, Professor. After all, my final decision on what to depict is.." He trails off uncertainly, picking at his cuticles. "It's hard to explain, y'know? But it's... art." Cairo left it at that, putting on a more casual air as he had a mini internal breakdown. Was Percival serious? Doubling the assignment was cruel — especially since Cairo still had to do all the homework given to him last week tonight!
He inwardly groans, running a hand through his mussed, cowlicked hair. His sweatshirt — a gift from his art teacher's fiancée — read 'Getting Bi' in blue and pink letters. Cairo had far too many shirts with similar puns and witty remarks, all of them supposed to be "Congrats for coming out! It's okay to like boys!" gifts. But contrary to the clothing's saying, Cairo was not getting by. At least, not very well.
"Yeah... art."
{ My friend irl has a shirt exactly like Cairo, bless. }
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Post by Auransky on Apr 9, 2017 21:28:14 GMT -5
"Walking is best when preferred. But sometimes if you live far, and I mean far: there's no avoiding it. And public transportation isn't always the best of ways." Rowlin noted. He glimpsed away for a second, "Personal issues are always the worst, but at the same time it's always important to talk it out. Descians drop rapidly, and before you realize it, conclude in impulse because of concerns. No matter how small, talking it out would be best." He noted. He tilted his head down to meet her gaze, "If it isn't any trouble, would you care to share your troubles? It might take a load off your worries." Rowlin encouraged lightly. mintedstar/fur mintedstar/fur mintedstar/fur
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