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Post by The Blue Adept on Mar 28, 2017 22:38:19 GMT -5
[ boyyyy i missed a lot ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 22:40:40 GMT -5
Hey Robin can you delete one of your WIP posts on the joining page? Just so it stays clean and consistent :3 }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 22:42:05 GMT -5
{{ @ Blue lol not really. Just chatting }}
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 28, 2017 22:43:31 GMT -5
{ I know Bo vampires are my weakness too xD }
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Post by amberice on Mar 28, 2017 22:48:05 GMT -5
(hey, who doesn't like a good vampire every once in a while? Gotta love those fanged wonders)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 22:48:33 GMT -5
{{ so many new members <3 I love you all }}
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Post by Misty on Mar 28, 2017 22:49:44 GMT -5
(not gonna lie, the only things I've been roleplaying lately are vampire plots)
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Post by amberice on Mar 28, 2017 22:50:48 GMT -5
(so, ah, shall we get underway then?)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 22:51:27 GMT -5
{{ vampires are sick bro *thumbs up* }}
{{ lol I must admit, some of this plot is based off of a couple book series. I wish I were this creative </3 I'll have to toss a disclaimer post up on the front page I suppose }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 22:52:03 GMT -5
{{ of course, Amber. Your character was paired with Lorenzo, so as soon as Dev posts you're good to go! }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 22:56:24 GMT -5
If you want, I can throw Jaxx or Imani into the mix to interact with her :3 }}
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Post by amberice on Mar 28, 2017 22:59:44 GMT -5
(I'm good with whatever, mate!)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 23:00:26 GMT -5
{{ Okay ^^ I will get you a post as soon as I can }}
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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 28, 2017 23:17:40 GMT -5
( I'm herrreee to do my replies, and Amber I posted Lorenzo a few pages back but it was just a short starter so )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 23:25:25 GMT -5
If there was anything that Imani Reigns really didn’t enjoy, it was waking up considerably early – as in, prior to eleven am. As the blaring of her phone’s alarm cut through the fog of sleep, Imani had a flash of homicidal urges. Her amber eyes cracked open and she glared at the ceiling for a long moment, almost tempted. Going on a killing spree would certainly alleviate the frustration she was feeling. She sighed, grabbed her phone, and quickly silenced the alarm. Reluctantly, she slid out from the warmth of her blankets and stood up, stretching languidly. If there was one word to describe Imani, it was probably feline. She moved with an easy, natural grace that was reminiscent of a big cat. She glared at her roommate, who gave her an odd look and slipped out of the room, wisely not stirring Imani’s wrath. She really hated to be woken up, and there was a reason she’d designed her schedule around her hatred of mornings. She took a quick shower, rapidly cleaning herself and her thick black-brown hair. Within ten minutes, she’d gotten dressed, pulling on a pair of dark washed jeans and a green v-neck. She slipped her feet into her favorite pair of knee-high boots, applied a quick layer of mascara – she could almost hear her mother’s voice in the back of her head, insisting that the mascara made her amber eyes pop and brought out the color in her skin – and then grabbed her keys and phone, sliding out of the room. She locked the door behind her, and made her way towards Noctem Hall.
Imani crinkled her face as she strode into Noctem Hall. She wasn’t really fond of people in general – she’d much rather be locked up in the safety of her room with her paints and her easel. She picked her way to an empty seat and plopped down into the uncomfortable folding chair, turning her attention to the stage. It took too long in her opinion for the ceremony to start, and she began to drum her fingers on her thigh in frustrations. One of Imani’s greatest flaws was the fact that she was so damned impatient – at least in most situations. Imani was perfectly fine with locking herself in her room and spending three hours on perfecting the shading of some drawing or painting, but she couldn’t stand a delay in social situations. She shifted in her seat, making a groaning noise in frustration. “This is taking so damn long,” she muttered to herself. A man strode onto the stage a heartbeat later, and Imani crossed her arms over her chest. “Finally.” The man launched into a speech about their potential – whatever – and blah, blah. She wanted to go back to her room, but nooo. He just had to keep talking. She tuned him out until she heard her name.
“Imani Reigns, your mentor will be Samuel Gray.” Who the hell was Samuel Gray? She cut her gaze across the line of faces on the stage, searching.
“This is gonna suck,” she whined to the girl next to her.
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☀ ♥ on Mar 28, 2017 23:28:29 GMT -5
( Hopefully mine are ok so far. I have one more to do. I haven't done this in forever so forgive me if its awful >.<
Side note, if anyone plays league Carshena and Marrok are based on Kindred. I just have an unnatural love for Kindred. )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 23:29:36 GMT -5
{{ You can RP before your forms are done if you'd like to Xiao ^^ I might not be able to pair your characters yet. Let me see. }}
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ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Mar 28, 2017 23:31:51 GMT -5
Artistide had done it all too many times to count. The years passed like minutes, or so it seemed. Therefore it was not unusual to find himself seated, once again, in Noctem Hall, listening to the introduction of the year’s freshmen. He was folded into a chair in the front row, long legs crossed and fingers entwined in his lap. What did the year hold? At this point, most of the variables had run through their possibilities. The freshmen class would be engaged and difficult to handle at times, or they would be studious, gentle as lambs. It was rare that they were anything else. Everyone at Caligo was intelligent in one way or another. Mostly the variation could be found in the individual relationships formed with his students. Perhaps he would find himself as the mentor to two, one for dinner and one for dessert. No. In all seriousness, what he looked for in a Chosen was more than sustenance. Perhaps he was delusional, but he liked to think that he repaid his Chosen humans in genuine friendship. What made Artistide different from most of his colleagues was that he did not seek intimacy. At least he had not for many years. Having lived for very long, he knew what true romantic relationships felt like. Besides, vampires took enough of humans without asking.
Headmaster Kingston had reached the exact middle of his speech. Artistide knew it word for word. In fact, it was difficult not to mutter it under his breath in unison. Instead, he politely pursed his lips and waited for it to be over.
The names of the Chosen partners were rattled off, and he waited patiently to hear the name of his newest friend. Sidney Springer. It was a modern sounding name, but he liked the alliteration in her initials. He stood, placing his hands in his pockets. As he walked to the center aisle, he sifted through the brains of each of the surrounding freshmen, searching for the one that was marked with the correct name. Sidney, Sidney, Sidney. Ah! He found her in a middle row. The thoughts were of fine quality, he could tell instantly. He decided with a discreet smile that she must be conscientious, because she was internally commending her fellow freshmen on their quality. Only good souls would think the best of a group they had yet to fully meet. It was difficult to say whether her mind was malleable without attempting to nudge it in way or another and then observe the reaction. The most pliable would follow a suggestion without resistance. Those least susceptible took more effort. Both he was experienced with, and he didn’t mind if she was one or the other. All this happened before Artistide so much as laid eyes on the girl. He approached her without thinking to look really, until he was a matter of strides from her. In fact, he overheard her noticing him first. She thought him striking, most people did. Intimidating? Hm, he hoped not. And predatory, well that was a new one. An accurate observation, he supposed with a tinge of sadness, but she did not know the extent of it and so he brushed it aside.
She was radiant. Not in a conventional way. Nothing features were particularly outstanding. She was a little taller than average height, though she was no Amazon. Her face was subtle, though he thought pretty. Her radiance was from her soul, which shone through her paper-colored skin as if she were a creature of bioluminescence. Only she was not alien or chemical. Everything about her was human from the slight flush in her cheeks (nerves, he supposed), to the timid breath on her lips. An artist would have loved to paint her, and she would have been a challenge. To capture her would be to capture the stoic delicacy of a single lily.
“Hello, darling Sidney. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said. He smiled down at her with his eyes, attempting to look less intimidating. Perhaps if he wore his glasses. He drew them from his back pocket and placed them on his face. Students shuffled around them, chattering like nervous finches. “I don’t suppose you would like a tour of my favorite building on campus?” he asked. She would say yes, that much he knew without having to intrude upon her thoughts. She was too polite to refuse, his little Sid.
“Come, let’s walk together.” He gestured down the row to the open aisle so she go through. As she passed him, he leaned back politely to give her room. He wanted to win her over, not so that his task of drinking her blood would be easier, but because he did not want her to think him intimidating. He would take her to the place she would like the best. Or at least, he hoped so. He sensed in her a love of all things green.
After exiting the cathedral, he led the way across the main lawn. The rain had cleared but the clouds remained. No matter, Caligo looked beautiful in moody weather. He looked over to Sidney and challenged himself to read her thoughts merely by looking at her face. He was rather unsuccessful. “So where are you from?” he asked. His hands were clasped behind his back, an unintentional sign of respect. When they reached the entrance of Tenebrarum, he pulled the door open for her and then followed her inside.
“This is where we keep all of the equipment for various things.” The room was quite dim. The only source of light was a window on the left side, but it was mostly blocked by shelves. Shelves piled with tools for gardening, games, boating, and backpacking. It smelled of both fresh soil and collected dust. “As beautiful as the shed is, our destination is through that far door.” He let her lead the way this time, following so he could catch her reaction as they entered the adjacent room. Through the door was light and sound and life. More specifically, the school greenhouse. It was at its most beautiful, with the plants all freshly watered and the glass walls pristinely cleaned. “Isn’t it lovely?” he asked.
What happened next? Sterling would not be able to tell. It was like constructing a thousand piece puzzle with only twenty segments. And none of them made sense together. What she did know what this: Thane Kingston was a good man. Or prince for that matter. He treated her well, and he was most certainly a gentleman. He offered to help her get settled in her dorm, which was how they ended up there she supposed. And then suddenly they were kissing, which was odd. But she knew that she wanted to, and so she did not protest when he leaned in. Or when his lips nipped life into hers. Or when his hands slid up and down her back. And yet. There were gaps. She felt intoxicated. Normal Sterling would have insisted he buy her dinner first, or at least engage her in conversation. All they had ever exchanged was a few sentences, and yet his breath was hot on her neck and all she could think to do was lean in. There were particles in the air, floating in the filtered sunlight. It was all she could focus on for what felt like hours but unconsciously knew was only minutes. Her fingers lightly caressed the back of his neck.
His lips trailed the line of her jaw and then back down her throat. And then there was a space of darkness. It was blurry, like a black cloud had siphoned in through the crack in the window. Her senses dulled. He kissed her--or did he? And she breathed in sharply. But the rest was fuzzy for a while, minutes again? And suddenly she was conscious. Her eyes focused on a particle in the air, floating slowly to the ground.
“Ah,” she gasped softly, and she pushed him away for a moment. Her hand fluttered instinctively to her neck, where it touched something sticky. Her eyes shifted to Thane and as they came into focus she found herself looking at his features more closely. His eyes were intense, emerald green and directed at her. Through her. He looked upset about something. Why were his eyebrows knit that way? She looked down at the stickiness on her fingers. It was blood. Bright red. She was light headed suddenly and so she stepped back, landing on the edge of the bed. “Did I fall?” she asked weakly. She looked to him, brown eyes calculating and yet blurred from his influence on her mind. She was stumbling toward an answer and yet the pieces of the puzzle were now mixed up with entirely new pieces, ones that didn’t make sense.
Was this the reason for the blood on the carpet? Her gaze sharpened, and pierced him in sudden clarity. “What did you give me?” she asked pointedly.
Before she could come to her senses, the fog descended again. When she broke the surface, she was still seated on the bed, but he was there too. There was no longer a dull pain in her neck, and so she brushed it away as if it had been a daydream. His scent enveloped her a third time, and she breathed it in slowly through her slightly parted lips.
“Thank you for offering to help me,” she said to him softly. She moved closer, eyes willing him to kiss her again. The pain was gone. It had never existed. She rested her cheek on his shoulder.
[ BB-8 your reply is coming, I promise! Trying to work through them chronologically and these two took me 5ever. Hopefully it will be tonight otherwise I'm a scalawag. ]
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Post by amberice on Mar 28, 2017 23:35:23 GMT -5
(alright, cool! I've edited my reply to open it up for you a bit, Dev.)
A sudden voice next to her caught Gabriella's attention and she glanced over at the girl next to her, who she hadn't really noticed before now. It took her a moment to understand what she had said over the din in the hall and she leaned a touch closer to respond, shrugging, "Oh, I don't know. It could be interesting." It was fairly clear, from the way Imani was shifting in her seat and fidgeting that she had no patience or was simply far too grumpy to deal with such theatrics so early in the morning.
However, Gabriella had yet to meet very many people and had barely spoken to her roommate, having been too busy the night before for pleasantries. She was going to need some acquaintances, if not actual friends, if she wanted to make it through her college years with some semblance of her sanity intact. She reached over, offering her hand with a small friendly smile, "Gabriella Vaughn." It wasn't the greatest introduction she'd ever had, it was in fact rather stilted and awkward, but she really didn't have much experience with this sort of thing and was doing her very best with the rather odd situation she'd gotten herself into.
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 28, 2017 23:41:31 GMT -5
It's fine my dude!!! Take ur time
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 28, 2017 23:42:05 GMT -5
{ woooo! time to get to work on a reply! not gonna lie Sterling and Thane are really entertaining~ }
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Post by Misty on Mar 28, 2017 23:46:31 GMT -5
The Blue AdeptAs Cassie’s alarm went off, the girl groaned and sat up in her bed before reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the alarm. She sat there for a moment, relishing the warmth of her comforter and overall comfort of her bed before getting out of it. Once on her feet, she stretched before pushing a hand through her tangled hair. She frowned a little at that before heading to her dresser to pick out her clothes for the day. She settled for a pair of black leggings and a light pink top, figuring it was a good outfit in which she could make a good first impression, as it wasn’t too casual or too formal. Cass picked up the brush sitting on her dresser and pulled it through her hair. Finally, she sat at her desk that was currently doubling as her makeup vanity and went to work. She settled on doing baby wings in ink black liner and wearing a lipstick that was near identical to the color of her shirt in addition to her basic makeup. After all, she had to make a good first impression at Orientation. Crap, Orientation! Cassie reached for her phone to check the time. Sure enough, Orientation would be starting soon. The girl pulled on a pair of lace-up sandals and did a once-over of herself in her mirror before heading out, hoping she didn’t get lost on campus. Thankfully for her, she made her way to Noctem Hall without getting lost, and she took a seat toward the middle of the room. She spaced out during the first part of Headmaster Kingston’s speech, and her attention only returned to it as soon as her name was called. She made a mental note of the name that followed hers, not wanting to face embarrassment for forgetting the name of her mentor. Once he finished speaking, she stood and went to find her mentor – Kaimeron Eddel. At first, she wasn’t entirely sure how she would find him, though that was made much easier when he approached her. How he knew who she was, Cass didn’t know, and she wasn’t about to question that. “Yeah, I’m Cassie,” she said, pushing a hand through her hair and wishing she had worn shoes with a little bit of a heel. While she was used to people being taller than her, she hadn’t expected her mentor to be significantly taller than her.
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☀ ♥ on Mar 28, 2017 23:53:41 GMT -5
( AHHHH! I'm finally done! )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 28, 2017 23:58:18 GMT -5
{ fifteen minutes and they're already making out jeez! kids these days! I'm excited! it's been forever since I rped Sid! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 29, 2017 0:02:37 GMT -5
{{ making out isn't all they're doing. *wink wink* }}
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☀ ♥ on Mar 29, 2017 0:16:44 GMT -5
( So how are y'all xD )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 29, 2017 0:18:34 GMT -5
{{ sort of high because I had to take a muscle relaxer lol xD wbu? }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 29, 2017 0:20:08 GMT -5
The cascade of emotions across Sterling’s face as she struggled to process what had happened was despairing, Thane decided. She gave him a strange look and pushed him away, hand flying to her neck. She peeled her palm away and stared at the sticky coating of blood across her palm, and Thane mentally winced. He thought he’d closed the wounds, but he hadn’t been as clean as he’d thought. “Er, yes,” he responded, to her question. She hadn’t fallen, of course, unless you counted him sticking his teeth into her throat as falling onto his fangs. She swayed on her feet and he reached out to steady her, but she plopped onto her bed before he could catch her. He sat down next to her, gently brushing her hair away from her throat, where there was still a bit of blood. “You’re okay,” he soothed gently. She leaned against him, and the look that Sterling gave to him as she peered back up at him made it clear that she still wanted his company. He hesitated for half a second, but her scent flooded his nostrils again, and he couldn’t resist. With gentle movements, he scooped Sterling up off the bed and sat her on his lap, so that he had easier access to her. He pressed his mouth to hers, breathed in her scent, and kissed her with a tenderness that he didn’t think he had within him.
She tasted so damn good it was a sin, Thane decided, as he continued to explore Sterling’s perfect lips. He rumbled softly, almost purring in delight, before he shifted their position in a blur of movement. He laid her on the bed, pinning her down with a gentle force. He continued to fervently kiss her, before his instincts began to blur the line between rational thought and desire, and he began to trail kiss back down towards her throat, towards the place where, moments before, he’d had his teeth buried deep in her veins. His longue rasped across the smooth surface of her skin, cleaning away the blood that continued to ooze out of the twin punctures. Her taste washed across his tongue, and he rumbled in pleasure, sealing his mouth over the wound on Sterling’s throat. He pulled lazily at the open wound with his tongue, breaking the fragile seal that his saliva had created in its attempts to heal the broken skin. He groaned, trying to resist the urge to sink his teeth back into her throat. He’d taken enough blood already, a little more than she would have given if she’d donated it to the Red Cross, but the hunger, the thirst rose within him again. He rasped the rough surface of his tongue across the twin punctures, sealed them with his saliva, and then lifted his right hand to press against the side of her neck as he returned his focus to Sterling’s mouth. Almost out of instinct, he slid into Sterling’s mind, settling his consciousness with his, melding their psyche together in a manner than only seemed to heighten the experience.
His teeth extended of their own accord, and in that instant, his instincts slammed into him with such intensity that he couldn’t stop himself from sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. He pressed the wound against Sterling’s mouth, running his thumb up and down the line of her throat. “Drink, a ghrá,” he murmured, teasing Sterling’s mouth open with his free hand. His blood dripped into her mouth, hot and full of life. To drink a vampire’s blood was to imbue in power itself; it was a heady experience, almost as if drinking the elixir of the gods. What Sterling didn’t know, and what Thane failed to realize in that moment, is that with each drop of blood that dropped between Sterling’s lips, the fragile bond that Thane had constructed between their psyche grew stronger and more vibrant. When the wound on Thane’s bottom lip had sealed, the skin knitting itself back together rather quickly, Thane sank his teeth into his lip again to reopen the punctures. He purred at the very thought that his blood was within Sterling now, tying them together in a manner unlike anything else in the world. “Mine,” he purred. She was his forever now, tied to him by blood and life. When he left this world, she would follow; their souls, their essences, had intertwined together in an elegant, vibrant dance, creating a brilliant thread that bound Thane Kingston irrevocably to Sterling Grace. He was hers, just as she was his. Nothing – not heaven, nor earth, nor his father – would change that. His little bird; he’d finally found her.
His lip knit itself back together, and for the first time in his life, Thane allowed his instincts to take over. His blood had healed Sterling, and with little hesitation, he nipped and kissed his way down to the uninjured side of Sterling’s throat. He sank his teeth into her flesh again, gently pulling at her bloodstream, anchoring his mind, his body, to hers. With her blood on his tongue, her scent in his nose, her very presence in his mind, Thane gave himself over to instinct, and lost himself in the moment.
Imani turned to give the girl next to her a very pointed look that made her opinion on the ceremony very clear. Her right eyebrow arched upwards towards her hairline while her left eyebrow dipped downward, in a sort of “Really?” gesture. “No,” Imani insisted. “It’s gonna suck. A lot. Like, really bad.” She was probably coming across as brash and sarcastic, but Imani couldn’t find it within herself to really care. She was who she was, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon. She frowned at the stage again and huffed, blowing a strand of hair that had drifted into her gaze away.
There was a sudden hand in her space, and while Imani instinctively tensed an ounce, she made no motion to move away. Instead, against her better judgement, she wrapped her own hand around the female’s and gave it a firm, if extremely awkward, shake. “Imani,” she responded. “Imani Reigns. Nice to meet you.” She released Gabriella’s hand and withdrew into her safe little bubble again, though she didn’t mean the action in a rude gesture. Imani wasn’t the best at socializing, and considering that she had Asperger’s Syndrome, it wasn’t unusual for Imani to try and stick to her personal space as much as humanly possible.
“So,” she said, sort of awkwardly. “Who’s your mentor?”
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