τнєяє ωiʟʟ bє bʟσσδ [closed]

[Ethereal Serenity]

xxxxx⊱:::Κїяяαиα∥Λїsoвoц∥Soℓαcїзи:::⊰xxxxx

»»» Give me your everything including your heart;
otherwise, don't bother giving me anything at all. For you see...

The bike ride was fast, but only because they had such little time to go out before she needed to have Lenora back at school. You would think nine, so she could make it to class, but today it was ten because of their other assignment. It would prove to show how well equipped they were at gathering information, and just how badly or greatly they worked in teams and within their family boundaries. As Lenora offed the bike, Kirrana's hand ran across it absentmindedly, the red lines that had addressed it prior to her turning it on forming and disappearing once more. No one could turn it on, or even attempt to steal it. She set the helmet on the seat, not bothering to conceal it. The humans strolling throughout the town could see both Lenora and Kirrana perfectly well; however, Kirrana's appearance in their eyes was something completely different from what Lenora saw. Of course, she had a glamor just like every other adult lycanthrope and vampire did. She may have seemed human in her snowy haired bright blue eyed form, but to steal away the necessity for having to wear such blue contacts and bleach her hair to white to strangers on the street who questioned it, she wore a mask. Not an ordinary mask, but a fully body shift.

Raven black hair cascaded down her back in waves, ending just past her shoulder blades. It was slightly longer than her white hair, much straighter. Her eyes were not breathtakingly blue, they seemed to be a dark brown now, the tone of color a bit mild so as not to attract attention. Her skin color wasn't quite the same either, several shades lighter, causing her black hair to stand out. Her crescent moon was no where to be found upon her top left shoulder, and her facial and bodily structure had barely changed. Lenora couldn't see this, she was still her normal self in front of the young psychic. Smiling at the question of how the teen would react to her appearance, she looked over to her. "What's this about a dance? Kirrana was about to reply during the pause she was given to work with, but before she had the answer out of her mouth, Lenora spoke again. "Never mind. I don't want to know because I'm not going." Kirrana felt her confident smile falter slightly. She had hoped that wouldn't be the case, considering she herself had to be there. "You may want to rethink that Ria, you're going to miss seeing me dance." She smirked faintly. By dance she spoke of with someone, that someone would suffice as Kazetora, though, she would much rather have her fingers laced with Lenora's and be spinning about to the music with her.

She looked around, there was no one here she needed to worry about. If Sabien came upon them, Kazetora was watching, and he didn't much like attacking in broad daylight when there were so many people around that were able to see what was happening. Kirrana found that idea very contradictory of him, considering he often boasted his powers to mortals that knew nothing of the world they truthfully lived in, but if he was doing something to harm someone, he would refrain from putting himself in the position to be seen. The she wolf grasped Lenora's hand, fingers twining with the younger girls as she led her calmly down the sidewalk. They stood close beside one another, for more than the reason of there being other people strolling around. Besides that, she knew it was chilly, and the fact that she was so close to the psychic was surely helping that early breath of winter steer clear of the teen who was being encased in summer's warmth. Her eyes glanced around before the vampire questioned her, Why are we here again?" She smiled warmly, looking over to her. "More than one reason. To get you things, to give you a view of the town, to be where we can act as we want. The list goes on." She smirked lightly on the reason of acting as they wanted - because out here, they really could.

They continued to stroll down the sidewalk until Kirrana's eyes caught sight of a small technology shop. She looked at it and back to Lenora, the feeling of necessity coursed over her oddly, and she followed her instincts without a second thought. "Do you have a cell phone, Ria?" They were in public, but it wasn't in the public of people she had to be around every day and so...Kirrana didn't see anything wrong with addressing her by the given nickname. Part of her hoped that she wouldn't get called Kirrana here, out in the open, but either way would be fine. She dragged the other teen into the small shop, the counters were glassed in, rows of small intricate cell phone's littering the areas beneath them. The shop was rather high stature, considering it's location. There were chargers on the wall to the left, and lap tops being sold in the room that led to the back. A young man with dark brown hair walked around the counter with the promise of sale marking his movements. "Hello there, madame, is there anything we can assist you and you're friend with today?" She looked at him and then to Lenora. "I'm not sure yet, sir; it will depend." He said on what, directly into his mind, speaking it at Kirrana, and thus she heard it without problem. She smiled at the fact that he was keeping his mouth shut - he was after all, selling products of her companies in this store. She waited for Lenora to speak up on whether or not she was interested in anything. Kirrana had no problem - she was much more than just wealthy.

In other places, Kyelie was strolling around after the young Tarrah who couldn't see her at the moment. The small wolf pup stared at her calmly, sitting back upon the cool floor as the girl pressed herself to the wall. Her head inclined, snowy fur rustling slightly as she did so. Her golden eyes were piercingly beautiful, the same as Kirrana's when they shifted. She blinked, starring as the young teen began a transformation all her own. As she transcended into the shape of a fox, the strong sense of 'family' coursed through Kyelie's mind. She bounded after her, easily keeping up with the small werefox. It wasn't long before they were standing before a teenage vampire, the scent of reptile wafting over Kyelie in strength. So that's what had the little fox all wound up. She looked at the young girl in her lycan form and inclined her head once more. Unlike the little Canadian Red Fox, Kyelie was invisible to the young mans eye's. Just as the young fox crept further towards him, however, Kyelie shook her head no. Kirrana would not be okay with a student eating another student's pet for breakfast. The wolf pup then tackled the fox to the ground, though still invisible, she willed herself otherwise to the girl she had attacked. She was expecting to be bitten, or scratched, not that something so futile could harm a spirit. "Murro." She announced herself, mind quickly acting as her masters and sending what thoughts she could to the other girl. "Kirrana would not like this." part of her hoped the mention of the familiar teacher would spark the girls interest and pull her away from her current mission. She had a feeling the promise of food would do the same. "You can order anything in the dining hall - including snake amongst other things if you really want - don't go after the kids pet though, you wouldn't like it if someone tried to eat your pet!" Her vocals, though in the young girls mind, were that of a child's. A very, very determined child's.

She rolled off her and shook her head, visibly tired from what she had done. When Kirrana wasn't around, it was much harder to use any of her powers, considering that if Kirrana hadn't been the one to save her and establish her as living once more, she wouldn't have them anyway. Inhaling and yawning, she trotted off and came right back. There was no one around now, the boy had taken a break for it when the little fox had tumbled across the ground thanks to some unknown factor. In the wolf pup's jaws, clothes were held. They weren't too heavy, she dropped them calmly before the fox. "I'm Kyelie. Kirrana's my mother." Okay, so she wasn't really the adult she-wolf's daughter, but it's what she was often times referred to. She may as well have been, Kirrana had raised her and taken care of her since as far back as she could possibly remember. "Who're you?" There was a tone of play in her thoughts, almost; a small wolfish smile presented itself to her face. "Come on, I'll show you to the dinning hall - you can have as much snake there as you want." Kyelie was definitely better at reading someone's mind than Kirrana was, of course, that was part of the reason the adult female had trouble doing so. Kyelie did condone some of her powers, and that was a major one.

I'm growing tired of rolling the dice back and fourth.
Won't you just come to realize - please don't make me say it...

«««

Out of Character: ;;;

⇀.If only you knew; I can't give in but.., I want you.↽

[Kyugiu]

Ever notice,
How when your mood is down,
There is no good in the world...?
Even though it's always there,
You just have to know where to find it.

✞ Zack Green ✞

Zack found himself checking the time on his cell phone oh so subtly at about the exact same time Riley did. He barely moved when he did it, only pulling it half way out of his pocket and viewing the clock on it in the corner of his eye. Huh, it seems if he hurried up and ended the conversation or took his leave he'd have 50 minutes or so to have a nap and down an energy pill. Realizing this he started fidgeting with his fingers behind his back and looking around nervously, eager to take that nap as if he were having sleep withdraw. His agitation slowly but surely grew until it was more noticeable than any other heavily watered down emotion he'd expressed to far.

It grew even worse as Riley wrote in his mysterious book of illegible wonders. It was driving him crazier beyond words the more he let it. Zack was the kind of person to be extremely annoyed when he didn't have information that seemed so easily available to him, yet wasn't, and even worse it was in the form of a book. His favorite thing. At this point the kid was grinding his teeth, staring at the book just like the blond girl beside him. His eyes managed to flick off of the book for a second to notice that she was also staring at it, probably wanting to just steal the book away and read it for herself like he did. Then again, he couldn't read it anyways, which ticked him off even further.

Then Riley turned around and asked them both a question, making him jump slightly and blink in surprise, taking him out of most of the trance like agitation he was experiencing. Regardless he still wanted some sleep. Remarkably, although his body motions and thoughts violently bouncing off of the walls of his mind screamed agitation, the voice that he replied back in was relatively calm. " I've already had something to eat. Thank you." he said, about to try and continue the sentence and manipulate it so that he could exit to his dorm, but then Riley had asked another question. "Damnit!" he silently cursed in his head before twitching one of his eyebrows under his bangs with udder annoyance. " I'm from Vancouver, British Columbia. " he replied before looking over to the exit, "If you'll excuse me I really have to go take a nap, as I'm sure you can imagine, I'll need one. " At this point he didn't even care about showing whether or not how much sleep his was craving this entire time, or making a smoother exit. Zack briskly walked off towards the direction his dorm, taking a few steps before turning back and waving over his shoulder."See you in class. " he said to the both of them before quickly disappearing around the corner and in the flocks of late students coming in to the dining hall.

When he actually arrived to his room his breathing was slightly heavier and his energy was now at an all time low. His legs were starting to give out on him and he actually had to balance himself up against a wall to catch himself. After a few seconds of not moving to find himself he looked over to his bags and smiled a little. Luckily for him nothing was stolen as he'd expected, so he wouldn't have to make the effort of hunting somebody down. Zack slipped the key card out of his back pocket and slid it through the crack in the lock. To his joy he received a pleasant beeping noise and a green light in response. Not wasting any time he opened the door and practically threw all of his bags inside. He'd arrange everything later. He didn't even close the door properly before collapsing to his kneed and then falling to the ground, being too lazy to even make it to the bed. He managed to pull out his cell phone and set the alarm to attempt to wake him up in 45 minutes before passing out on the floor with his door half open and his bags spread out across the room honestly making it look like the scene of a homicide. "Nnnnghh..."





Keep in mind,
When you find that good,
There will always be the claws of evil
Trying to take it away.

[X-Rainbow_Insanity-X]

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▌▌│║█│║█║▌▌│║█│║█║▌▌│║█│║█║
яαωя bαbұ...

"You may want to rethink that Ria, you're going to miss seeing me dance." Lenora was about to respond to that with a witty remark when the she-wolf also looked about their surroundings as if she was scoping things out first. Up until now, the psychic hadn't even really thought about Sabien. But she figured she didn't have much to worry about anyway as long as she remained by Kirrana's side. Just thinking about that factor that was now apart of her life made her heart flutter lightly. With the addition of that warm hand linked with hers, the feeling amplified. No matter how much she tried to douse the quickly spreading flames of that feeling, it continued to simmer. It was a different kind of experience that wasn't exactly unwelcome, but at the same time, it was kind of annoying, because Lenora was stubborn and wanted to stay the same. Regardless of that wish, she tightened her hold slightly on the appendage in her own as they walked. She didn't ask questions about the bike and how it worked, she didn't ask about the helmet that sat idly on top for anyone to steal (if they dared,) and she didn't once stop to think that no one looked at them weird. Okay, people were looking at her weird because of her not-so-normal hair tone, but she didn't think to ask why they weren't looking at the teacher just the same. It wasn't until the silver-haired Goddess asked her a question that she was broken from her trance. "Do you have a cell phone, Ria?"

She was startled slightly, and even faltered in her steps some, but ultimately, she released Kirrana's hand as they stopped before a small electronic store. "Uh, w-what? A cell phone? Yeah, I did, but I lost it. That's why I was outside. Why?" She didn't get the chance to say anymore before she was pulled into the shop. She completely forgot about her phone which was still lost somewhere back at campus. Before she could focus on that though, she wondered why Kirrana asked that particular question. Did she read her mind? No, that couldn't have been it, because the fire-user promised to never do it without permission, and she didn't seem like the type to break such a promise unless needed to. This was hardly a case that required her to read her mind. Yet, before she could settle on that, her hand felt incredibly cold in those short seconds after they entered the store. Not only that, but the draft settled upon her skin, causing her to shiver slightly as she placed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. The fact that she was holding Kirrana's hand earlier nearly slipped her mind, and as she remembered that she was the one to let go, the reason why she did so also came back. As if that wasn't enough, the statement about the dance caught up to her as well. It was as if her mind went blank until just now, but then again, the possibility seemed very possible in Kirrana's presence. She just had that kind of hold on Lenora...for the moment though. The violette would be sure to straighten out their relationship...er...position with each other later. Certain things needed to be let known, but as an employee of the shop approached them to wonder if they needed help, the teenager figured she could wait until later to talk about it - hopefully before they would arrive back at school. "Hello there, madame, is there anything we can assist you and your friend with today?"

Lenora merely stood there and watched their interaction. "I'm not sure yet, sir; it will depend." However, once she realized that Kirrana had the possible intention to buy her a new cell, she clasped onto the older woman's arm with a frown. She shook her head vigorously before turning towards the dark haired young man and shooting him a false apologetic smile. "We don't need anything here, thank you though." After those rushed words, she practically dragged the teacher out of the store and up the sidewalk. Once they were out of sight of the large window pane of the technology shop, she relinquished her hold once more, though she didn't want to, and continued walking ahead of Kirrana. While she did so, she couldn't help but think how much of an idiot she probably just made of herself. Here she assumed that the snowy-haired woman was going to buy her a new cell when she could've been there for other reasons. For all she knew, maybe Kirrana was just asking her if she had a cell to be courteous, but in reality she was just going to buy something for herself or maybe someone else. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She kicked herself mentally as she once more buried her hands into her pockets and kept on walking with eyes focused solely on the cracked pavement they walked upon. It took for her to almost bump into someone for her to slow down, look up, and eventually come to a stop, to which she turned and looked at Kirrana. Her cheeks were clearly flushed, a disadvantage of being slightly pale, so she quickly forced her gaze to the ground again. At least this time there would be no hazard since she wasn't walking anymore. With those blue-gray eyes trained on the concrete, she mumbled, "Sorry..." That was the second or third time she apologized, which was probably more than her entire life. If something was her fault, she would normally shrug and walk away. Yet when it came to Kirrana, she felt this urge to ameliorate herself, especially after what happened back at campus. She then strolled up to the taller woman, lightly grasped her index and middle finger with the same two fingers of her own, and continued walking forward. To lighten the mood, she recalled back to the dance that was to take place soon. "If you're there to dance, then that may be the only reason I'll be there." She then shook her head at how that came out, the words probably sounded better in her head. "I mean...there wouldn't be much else for me to do there. I'm not a dancer and I hardly mingle."

As they walked and the more she thought about the dance, or to be more specific, the more she thought about Kirrana going to the dance, she actually considered going. Sure, she wasn't into the whole mass of sweaty teens dancing (though with how many students there were it could hardly be called a mass) nor was she for being in such a social place in the first place, but if the teacher was going, it made it just a little more tolerable. Besides, she could always talk to what few students she did get to know so far. With that decided and upon sight of the first clothing shop along the strip, she pulled Kirrana into it without a second thought. "Excuse me ma'am, but where are the dresses?" She asked the first employee she came across. At first, the middle-aged woman gasped upon sight of the teenager. It wasn't the first time someone did that considering her hair style and her "facial features." Yet, it wasn't until that little incident that Lenora realized she chose a rather refined store. In her mind, she thought about leaving and finding another, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so there was no backing out. If only her father was here to see this, he would have a heart attack out of joy. Regardless of what the woman thought, she pointed the two in the direction of that choice of clothing. Without a thank you or another word, the violette carried on, fingers still linked with Kirrana's, until they reached that section of the store. At first sight, Lenora cringed as she glanced over the dresses. I must be crazy to do this... Despite the thought, she walked through, temporarily letting go of Kirrana's hand to search for something good.

Not even a whole minute into her journey, she found herself getting bored, and her eyes were beginning to ache from the assorted colored dresses the store held. Then, when her eyes landed upon a lime green dress, she stopped. Personally, Lenora actually found the dress to be enticing color wise, but she wasn't so sure about Kirrana. Therefore, she pulled the dress off the rack and displayed it to the silver-haired teacher with a Cheshire smile. "What do you think? It brings out my hair doesn't it?" She laughed before placing it back where it belonged and literally skipped along to the next rack without waiting for a response from the she-wolf. It took a few more minutes before the teen found herself holding on to two dresses that she actually thought looked nice. The first dress was to her liking because of the style, and she all ready had the right kind of shoes and stockings that could go with it. The second dress She tried to hide from Kirrana's view. It was going to be her payback for what took place out in the woods and all the teasing beforehand. With those two dresses in hand, she found another employee to lead her to the dressing room to which she promptly grabbed the teacher's hand and went to.

The first dress, as she knew it, fit her just perfectly and did well with her hair and brought out her eyes. The second dress however, she wasn't able to tell because she was still struggling to get it on. She managed to get it past her waist, and the straps (or what were considered straps) were over her shoulders and effectively covering what breasts she had, but it was the tie in the back that she just couldn't fathom. It was quite obvious that she needed help, but in this sort of position, she wasn't exactly about to go running to Kirrana. Unfortunately, ten minutes later of grunting and struggling to get the tie right later, she succumbed to the last person she wanted to help her. "Um...A-Ana...can you, uh, help me here? Please?"

[ oh oh cee : : doo dee doo ]

✚ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ω н ұ δσ τσδαұ ωнατ ұσu ϲαи ρuτ σғғ 'τiʟ τσмσяяσω ?XXXXX

[Secksy Man Nips]

Noah's reaction was just as predicted. With every word that slipped past the others lips he steadily grew tense while his eyes widened, though he tried his best to maintain a straight face. He had been...a prostitute...? Or he was. Did that mean he would stop, maybe...? Those bright green eyes of his followed Asher's movements as he went to unlock the door, although he made no move to get up. He remained rooted to the bed, his fingers curled around the edge in order to grip at the covers beneath him. The vampire had no desire to leave, he had hung around this long. If he could handle learning what a Strigoi truly was, well, this would be a walk in the park. Or so he told himself. Swallowing back the lump in his throat, Noah parted his lips to speak only to close his mouth shortly after. He wasn't sure what to say, or how to feel. Asher had intended to use him, but he said things were different now...he could be just saying that though, hoping Noah would buy into it. Gritting his teeth, he slowly ran a hand through his hair. He wanted to do just that, to get up and leave in a huff, it would be easy. He wouldn't have to deal with the problems that seemed to follow Asher around, from having guns pointed at them to dealing with issues with a strigoi's bloodlust. Instead he could go through the school year without having to worry for the safety of his own life. But...he couldn't bring himself to abandon Asher like that, even if the other boy had planned on using him and could potentially still be planning to do so.

"Asher, I...what...were you going to do...? Like, what do you mean, protection..." He murmured quietly, his eyes now hesitately focused on the other as he stood against the door with eyes closed. "Was it for...blood?" As he spoke he gingerly rubbed at his neck, his skin crawling as he recalled the feel of Asher's fangs dragging across his flesh. Though rather than feel fear or disgust, his heart skipped a beat and a wave of goosebumps popped up along his arms. A long, awkward silence filled the air as he contemplated just what to say next. But the awkwardness didn't stop there, for Noah attempted to ease the tension with a nervous laugh. "Well, that explains the sudden kiss in the hall..." Clearing his throat, he straightened up and lightly shook his head. "Sorry, sorry...but...Asher, if I can handle you being a strigoi, I can deal with the prostitute thing too." Taking a deep breath, he slowly got to his feet before cautiously walking across the room.

Once the gap between them was considerably smaller Noah came to a halt. "I mean...it's...weird, but...I want to trust you, I want to believe that you're telling the truth when you say that, that you really mean it...I can tolerate a lot, but...but to be used..." The poor boy was obviously growing frustrated with himself as he stumbled through his words, so he took a deep breath and tensed up, looking as serious as can be. "If we were to ever...become something, would you stop being a...a prostitute?" Pausing, he could feel his face flood with color. "I mean, well, that's if you were interested of course, but I am more used to things moving...slower...I've only dated a handful of times...and I've only had sex, once..."

(( OOC ; DX Sorry it's horribly rushed, so it's not the greatest. ; ~ ; I'm being called away from the computer ))


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ι know ıт`s cℓєar тнє тιmєs are chαиgıиg,
but ι'm stαyιиg the sαmє.
I kиow тнє feαr ιs pαrαℓyziиg,
bυт иothιиg mαttєrs αt αℓℓ.

[Ethereal Serenity]

xxxxx⊱:::Κїяяαиα∥Λїsoвoц∥Soℓαcїзи:::⊰xxxxx

»»» Give me your everything including your heart;
otherwise, don't bother giving me anything at all. For you see...

Kirrana looked over the man calmly with an air of avoidance as Lenora clarified to him that there was no need for anything at all. "We don't need anything here, thank you though." Suddenly she was rushed outside, without retaliating for that matter. What was Lenora's sudden meaning behind that exactly? Maybe she didn't like people buying her things - but she hadn't quite known that Kirrana had it in mind to get her something. She followed the quick moving girl curiously, her eyebrow raised. When Lenora practically ran into a stranger, Kirrana allowed her glance to them apologetically - she wanted to ask if she was alright, even if she found browsing her thoughts easier. She refrained - there was a promise not meant to be broken set in place between them. "Sorry..." Again with that? She sighed and shook her head "No reason to apologize,..." her fingers were intertwined with Lenora's, causing her words to break in succession, though only for a second. Just like that, she finished the thought. "Darling..." The two of them were walking down the sidewalk side by side now, the warmth she naturally radiated overcoming Lenora once more as it had earlier on. The bike grew further and further away as they moved along the street. Small shops littered the area fully - it was cozy. She inhaled slowly, looking around and trying to avoid glancing the face beside her that had been painted a very gentle shade of pink.

It wasn't until the girl spoke out about the dance that her now golden orbs returned to her - though to the mortals passing them by they were still the dark brown hue. "If you're there to dance, then that may be the only reason I'll be there...I mean...there wouldn't be much else for me to do there. I'm not a dancer and I hardly mingle." Kirrana nodded gently to her - but the promise of her coming excited her. She wanted to dance with her, rather badly. She half expected the teen to say to hell with the whole thing after a moment, but the fact that she had been suddenly dragged into a very prestigious clothing and apparel store made her question otherwise. "Excuse me ma'am, but where are the dresses?" Lenora taking charge - it was nice to see. The woman looked taken aback slightly; Kirrana automatically assumed it was her student's hair tone. Her student. Was that really what she considered her? Definitely not. A friend? Much more. A girl-friend? Kirrana didn't have those. She didn't date. She never liked the way it sounded, but she liked to go out on dates, with her significant other, when she had one. Which was a rarity in itself. Was Lenora a significant other to her? Did the girl consider herself one? Kirrana's mind was suddenly wandering. The thought of kissing her again entered her mind as they walked along the aisles of dresses and designer cut tops.

The image of the two of them standing together just in front of the school's first invisible boundary caught her mental vision, her breath almost caught just watching Lenora walk around. She meant so much - but it hadn't taken her long to become so very...enticing, to Kirrana. Maybe, she was just supposed to be. Was there something lying beneath the psychic's normal person that neither her nor Kirrana could grasp yet? She blinked out of her mental barrier, looking over to Lenora at the words she spoke. "What do you think? It brings out my hair doesn't it?" Kirrana's lip twitched up in an amused smile before Lenora took off. She gave a few cursory glances here and there - her own dresses were custom made for her body by her personal designer; she didn't have the need to buy things like this for herself - but for Lenora, she could have anything she wanted, and Kirrana would be sure that she got just that. Kirrana noted when her darling Ria actually pulled something from it's place and held onto it, the first one looked more her style - which the angel of fire truthfully didn't mind, in fact, she quite liked it. The next time she pulled something, however, all Kirrana could tell was that it was black. For a moment, she wondered what the teen was planning as the thought of spite fell upon her. After another few moments of searching through the store, Lenora had found herself to be placed in a dressing room, and Kirrana was idly waiting outside. One of the employee's glanced over at her, to which, Satan's daughter merely turned her head away, much to the young woman's dislike. She had no care for other girls, at this point, nor men, for that matter. The only thing she had her eyes on, was Lenora.

About nine or ten minutes had gone by before she heard her name stuttering out of the dressing room. "Um...A-Ana...can you, uh, help me here? Please?" She smirked to herself in faint, very much unaware of the struggle the teen was facing with straps and ties. She did like the name Ana, it drew her in somewhat, and she quickly found herself opening the door by cracking it first, her eyes were set outside of the room as she slipped in, making sure no one was trying to steal a glance at the girl behind her whom she herself hadn't yet looked at. Re-sealing the door and locking it, she turned around to not only see the back of Lenora, but the front of her reflecting in the mirror she stood before. If Kirrana wasn't so amazingly good at controlling her body temperature, her face would have been the shade of the crescent moon on her left shoulder. Her mouth opened partially and she took a couple steps forward, body moving of it's own accord. Her eyes were molten lava and reflected strongly in the glass mirror before the two of them. She had no qualm with helping the girl, but before she even dared to attempt fixing the dress upon her, she had slid her hands down, along the violet haired princess' arms; the motion causing the younger girl's head to turn and look up at the mirror that reflected the two of them. Warmth was rolling off of her body in waves, and she was suddenly pressed to Lenora's back, their fingers subconsciously intertwining themselves.

The two were staring one another down in the mirror, a sudden intensity struck there, in the trance that neither of them seemed willing to break free from. She inhaled audibly, and still refused to break their stare, head turning slightly so that her nose was just behind the girl's ear. Now, she exhaled, hot breath moving dangerously against the psychic's skin. It was then that the fire wolf stole her fiery eyes away from view and pressed her lips down to the base of Lenora's neck, fingers still tightly intertwined with the younger girl's. She didn't move, but listened instead to the rapid pulse beneath the vampire's skin; her soft lips moved courageously across untouched territory, canine's suddenly grazing the place she had first pressed her lips to. Still, she moved on, as carefully as possible. Her head was light, and suddenly tingling with the need of exposure. Snow white ears dared to burst from atop her cranial region, small droplets of dark crimson blood staining that alabaster white mane she called her hair. Her tail decided on it's own to tear through her pants at it's release from the base of her spinal column and twitched about without any form of nervousness. Her ears were alert, and after a moment, her fluffy white tail had decided upon holding a more alpha like stature as being raised. Now she whispered her name, though it was much deeper than it had been the first time. "Ria..." It echoed in her mind and slowly into the other girls, a possession she established earlier rising once more.

She kissed along her neck still, tongue lightly tasting her skin now and then before she would graze across it with her fangs. There was an everlasting growl heard rumbling in the back of her throat that gave show to the idea of Lenora being hers. "Before..." she mumbled against her skin, nuzzling into it and still listening to her heartbeat - the teen's breath had grown ragged at this point, "When I stood in front of you and Kazetora backed up." She licked across her neck again, "I was establishing to anyone that dare come near us that you were not available, it's how wolves are. Pardon my animalistic nature, next time because" With that, her lips were moving along the jaw line that was slowly turning towards her. Another few seconds ticked onward and suddenly, their mouths were locked with one another, her eyes opening slightly at the connection that took place. With-held since she saw what the girl had slipped into, she turned her around, pushing her back to the cool wall that was behind her, even if she continued to expel warmth beyond imagination. She moaned very faintly into her mouth, a place where no one outside the walls would be able to hear it. Her kisses held fire behind them and were still filled with the taste of sunlight. The kiss was broken for a half second. "I was saying to him without words that you are mine." And suddenly, it had ticked by. She had her hands pressed along the wall's surface, her lips to the other girls.

Her tongue slipped out again, beckoning the girl to open her mouth once more - at this point she gained entrance almost immediately, the heated kiss growing only more so by the minute. Exploring the treasures of the other teen's mouth earned her the taste of -vampire-, it was not one she was accustomed to, but it was one that she knew. Lenora was very different in comparison, however, as she tasted full of life and excitement. She broke the grasp she had on her hands, and quickly felt Lenora's in her hair as her own found a place much the same. Her leg moved both carefully and subconsciously to slide between Lenora's, but just before things escalated any further, there was a light tap on the door. Kirrana's heart was fluttering madly, her eyes snapped open with the shade of gold as she broke the kiss almost angrily. Interruptions were not something she tolerated. Not ever. The blaze behind her eyes was fueled beyond all comparison at the moment and it took everything in her not to rip the door off it's hinges and explain to the woman waiting on the other side that she needed to find something else to do lest she wanted to be brought to near death. Kirrana refrained by looking at Lenora's facial expression, a smirk falling up on her own. "Excuse me, are you alright miss?" Kirrana responded, almost sweetly, though her voice held much tension within it. "Yeah...She's just fine." Her lips caught the teens gently, teeth tugging slightly at her lower lip as she pulled away from her. She pressed her forehead to Lenora's calmly and murmured with her ear twitching, "You know...we have to buy that dress now, whether you wear it or not..." Her own breath was still a bit broken, their hands slowly find their way to one another again. "I'm taking you shopping more often.." She nipped at her jawline once more before slowly pulling away from her so that they could gather what things they needed to. Lenora needed to change back into her regular clothes before they left, Kirrana wasn't about to let her wear that outside.

I'm growing tired of rolling the dice back and fourth.
Won't you just come to realize - please don't make me say it...

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Out of Character: ;;;

⇀.If only you knew; I can't give in but.., I want you.↽

[X-Rainbow_Insanity-X]

ʟєσ τнє ρsұϲнiϲ is iи ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ✚
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яαωя bαbұ...

She didn't hear a response so she figured the teacher was off somewhere else. Since that was the case she assumed, she continued to try and tie the halter part of the dress herself. All she was still capable of making was a half-done bow which wasn't tight enough to hold the front up. As she let out an aggravated sigh, she untied it and attempted it again. It was at that point, with a frowned expression directed towards the floor, that Kirrana slithered her way into the dressing room, and it was because of where Lenora's focus was at that she didn't notice the woman enter. She didn't even hear the door shut or the click of the lock shortly after. Instead, she still fussed over the dreaded neck piece to the dress, grumbling if it was worth getting it over this hassle. However, all that came to a stop when she felt the Goddess of Fire step towards her. With the sudden overwhelming feeling of warmth in the closed dressing cubicle, her fingers stopped fidgeting with the piece of fabric in her hands, her arms dropped to her side (leaving the neck-piece half tied,) and her lips stop moving rapidly in silent curses. She was about to question what took the other female so long in a smartass way when she felt heated hands make contact with her cold skin. As those magical hands made their way down her arms, her head shot up, their eyes connected instantly through the floor mirror, and just like before, the violette found herself incapable of looking away. Even as Kirrana pressed into her, mouth slightly open, and looking like the predator she was, those golden irises captured her completely. If that wasn't enough to hold her in place, then the constant pulses of heat that came off the body behind her and their linking hands did just the trick as well.

No, those other factors just didn't suffice in keeping Lenora the way she was. Though the touch was just as equal in intensity, it was the sight that entice the violette ever so much. Their eyes staring at each other through the reflecting glass was like a battle, a race to see who would bend first and look away. But they both knew the other would not back down, it was nearly impossible with how much passion radiated through both of their eyes. Despite the shift Kirrana made, turning her head and inhaling as she she moved her nose right behind Lenora's ear, their eyes never broke contact. Unfortunately, when the she-wolf exhaled, letting out a zephyr of fire across her skin, the teenager couldn't deny the pleasure of shivering with the cutting feeling, and upon such, caused her eyes to flutter slightly before closing with a sharp intake of air of her own. The psychic knew she lost the staring contest, but little did she know that the other participant lost not too long after. Her mind was far from that trifling matter when she felt soft lips press down against her neck. She gasped again, her hold on those hands in hers tightened briefly as if an electric shock coursed through her body, but instead of electricity, it was like fire burning through her veins. When those lips didn't move further briefly, she almost let out a carnal growl of frustration until they finally did move ever so painfully slow across the surface of her neck. The movement alone wasn't enough, no, it was never enough when it came to Kirrana, was it? Rather than a animalistic growl, an almost feral moan reverberated from Lenora's throat when she felt sharp teeth graze the skin instead. This sort of motion continued upon her neck, only causing the younger female's breath to quicken, and causing any and all heat pouring into her body to pool in two certain places. By that point, she was far away from where they were physically at. If she was into that whole spiritual mess, she would've even said she was floating among the astral plane. Thanks to that, she hadn't noticed Kirrana's little "outburst." She did catch sight of the additional parts though, but just barely through half-lidded eyes. Upon hearing her name being called so erotically, only drawing her further into the heated moment, her eyes seemed to darken at least by several shades if that was possible.

This time, compared to their last intimate moment, Lenora finally was able to respond in kind to her name being called. "...Ana," she moaned quite huskily, her grip upon Kirrana's hands tightening just a bit more. Her hands couldn't remain there though, far from it. Though it took a lot of will to release the woman's hands without melting on the spot, she eventually did so, and they found their way up and behind her, lithe fingers grasping softly upon alabaster curls. They didn't remain there too long either. As she gazed through the mirror at their exotic position, she found herself becoming quite curious about the matching ears perched upon Kirrana's head. Before she could stop herself though, her hands reached up even further and gently kneaded the furry appendages for hearing. They felt...odd? Hm...perhaps oddly erotic? Did that make Lenora weird? She was technically human though her abilities proved otherwise, and Kirrana was practically part wolf...or was she all wolf? Those thoughts were crushed before they could go any further and possibly ruin the moment. With the feeling of a tongue caressing her neck, she was thrown back into a state of euphoria. If this was what smoking weed and doing all those other drugs was like, then she didn't mind. Hell, if she did know what that kind of stuff was like, she would probably say that they failed in comparison anyway. Kirrana was her drug - that actually had a nice ring to it. Before this, well technically before their other session, Lenora would've never considered being this intimate with someone. She could hardly imagine it with her circumstances, yet here she was, being held captive by the beauty that was her teacher no less, and enjoying it. Or maybe she was just Kirrana-sexual. Either way, maybe being her "possession" wasn't so bad. With the growl that rumbled from the being behind her, being Kirrana's possession sounded pretty damn nice if this was what she had to look forward to.

"Before..." There was a light vibration against her neck as Hell's Princess spoke. Through her heavy breathing, Lenora somehow managed to giggle when she felt Kirrana nuzzle her. "When I stood in front of you and Kazetora backed up." A lick upon the same area made her groan. All this teasing was becoming tiresome, but was steadily turning her on more and more by the second. She never felt such a feeling before. "I was establishing to anyone that dare come near us that you were not available, it's how wolves are. Pardon my animalistic nature next time because" There it was again, that word that was Kirrana's identity. Yet, with how the she-wolf was explaining it, it didn't sound so odd anymore. It was as if in that moment, race truly didn't matter nor did age or position. Their growing feelings was beyond that - Lenora truly understood that now. She turned her head slightly, wanting now more than anything to face the woman who was speaking and acting with such passion. However, all she received in return was a trail of kisses that went off course from her neck to her jaw. When their lips finally connected with raw feelings, it wasn't the only thing that became one. They seemed to be in sync with one another, because just as she forced herself to turn around, hands seemed to grasp her hips and guide her in the same direction. The moment those still heated hands came in contact with her half-exposed waist, she gasped, briefly disrupting their connection. It was just as unexpected as her being pushed against the mirror behind her, yet that merely drew a prolonged moan from her lips, this time without breaking the kiss. Her hands, previously disconnected from their spot from her shift in position, quickly returned to their place in Kirrana's mane as she felt a sensational vibration course through her mouth. Was that Kirrana moaning? Lenora never thought she could invoke such a reaction from the more-experienced female. She smirked against her lips, proud that she could do so, but that wasn't the only thing to cause her lips to twitch up. "I was saying to him without words that you are mine." For a fraction of a second, which was a bit longer than how long they broke apart to catch their breath, Lenora looked up at the Goddess with a look of confusion. Yet it didn't matter. Those words touched her deeply, and she didn't even need to respond to let Kirrana know that the feeling was mutual. Their lips were connected once more, their hands were entwined again, and Lenora was very well pinned to the wall behind her. "And you are mine as well..." She let rift through Kirrana's mind. Her mental voice was raw and husky and full of passion. It was hard to believe that they just met yesterday with such a declaration.

She willing accepted the pink organ that once more begged for entrance, and in turn, her own tongue danced around in the wet cavern that was the woman's mouth. If she had to pick a word to describe the kiss, it would be sunlight. How it was possible to even taste such a thing was beyond her, but it didn't matter when it was such a wonderful thing to feel. The moment her hands were released, they flew back to their spot among silver curls, and Kirrana's seemed to do the same within her short locks. She wasn't aware of how far things were going until she felt a slender leg snake between hers, and the short dress she wore only further gave way to such an action. The heat that pooled to that area earlier amplified, and at that, Lenora broke the kiss with a sharp gasp that shifted into a whimper as she let her head lay against Kirrana's shoulder. If her hormones didn't kick in by then, they were in full effect now, because she found herself spreading her legs slightly if only to give more access. As she did so, she lifted her head to suckle upon the teacher's exposed collarbone. It was there that she left her first mark ever, a hickey. Then, just as she grazed her tongue upon her work, there was a tap at the door that literally made her jump back in surprise, and even caused a small squeak to escape her lips. The teacher and student exchanged glances, and while a smirk graced the lycanthrope's face, a semi-frown took over the vampires'. "Excuse me, are you all right miss?" Lenora couldn't respond. She was still in shock with how far she let things go. "Yeah...she's fine." She should've stopped her, she knew she should've stopped her, yet Lenora's eyes fluttered closed when those teeth lightly pulled at her lower lip before Kirrana pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. "You know...we have to buy that dress now, whether you wear it or not..." If this was the kind of reaction she was to provoke from her every time she wore it, Lenora wasn't so sure that would be such a good idea. Despite the thought, with their hands connected again, she shook her head with a smirk after Kirrana's next choice of words. "I'm taking you shopping more often."

"If you can't behave yourself every time we do, then maybe that's not such a wise idea." Lenora meant that to be scolding words, but she winked as she stepped away to be rid herself of the dress in favor of her comfortable clothes. Completely ignoring the fact that the teacher was still there, she turned her back to her and let the dress fall to the ground. Her boy shorts were visible for the lone viewer to see, and as she bent over to tug on her capris., they only made the view that much more enticing. Next, she threw on her plain lavender bra, snapping the back together like a pro compared to her failure in tying the halter dress. Finally, she pulled on her shirt just as she turned to face the teacher once more, and kicked back on her shoes. With a genuine innocent smile, she placed the dress back on its hanger, picked up her hoodie and the other dress, and unlocked the door to see the middle-aged woman from before. "I-I think w-we'll take both of them," She smiled nervously, feeling quite embarrassed with what took place behind closed doors. "Excellent. Right this way please." Lenora glanced back at Kirrana, shaking her head but smirking before following the lady to the register. After the two items were rung up and bagged, the woman gave the total. "That'll be $80.57." At that, the teen looked at her with her mouth slightly open. She knew they were a bit pricey, but that was nearly eighty dollars. She didn't have that kind of money. She just barely had forty on her. Then again, it would've been wise to look at the prices. "Um...could you take one of those dresses off please? I don't have enough."

[ oh oh cee : : o ///// o ]

✚ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ω н ұ δσ τσδαұ ωнατ ұσu ϲαи ρuτ σғғ 'τiʟ τσмσяяσω ?XXXXX

[Malicious S h a r p i e]

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Asher

The Little Red Riding Whore
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Asher opened his crimson eyes to stare dully at Noah. Like a dog backed into a corner, looking guilty for what he had done. Noah did exactly what Asher had predicted. Tension, gripping the sheets of his unruly bed, wide eyes… Hurt and pain clear in his eyes, fused with a look of anger. Noah wanted to leave, Asher could see that much. That is, until Noah seemed to change his expression. He no longer looked like he wanted to leave, but he still looked pained and hurt. Asher bit his lip and closed his eyes again, letting go of the handle to run pale fingers through his hair. The question the vampire asked was to be expected… But that did not meant the strigoi wanted to answer. He sighed softly, still not wanting to meet Noah’s eyes. “For…For blood… Yes. It was either you, or Ban, I had decided, when I caught Kimi in the stairwell.” He chewed his lip. He didn’t want to tell Noah that he had planned on using Noah, should another ‘problem’ arise. To die in his place… “How could you, though…? I’m a monster in all senses of the word…” He muttered, mostly to himself, however his words might have been picked up by the vampire’s keen sense of hearing.
He looked up, however, when he heard Noah rise from the bed and move slowly to stand not a mere two feet from himself. He clenched his jaw and looked up into Noah’s eyes, feeling waves of guilt rush through him. “I’m not asking for your trust… I don’t deserve it. I had planned on using you… Don’t you understand…? I can just barely control my bloodlust, and just barely control the need to constantly ******** with weak-minded humans and vampires..” He shook his head. “It’s like a drug to me, Noah. I can’t stop. I know this is fast, but I don’t want to be ‘addicted’ to it anymore. I don’t want anyone else except you.” He smiled gently at Noah’s blush. “I’m more than interested, Noah… I just…” He sighed and closed his eyes, using the door as a crutch for his body. “I’d do my best to quit, but only if I knew you’d still be there until the very end.” He smiled sheepishly and looked up into Noah’s eyes.
“Because I really, really like you.” But, this time, he wouldn’t show it through a kiss. If Noah wanted it slow, he would get it.

[[ OOC: Sorry it’s so short… x.x ]]

I'll rip your heart out,
I'll toy with it until it stops bleeding

[Secksy Man Nips]

Noah was...shaken, at best from the information he had just uncovered. But something within him forbid him from getting angry, he couldn't bring himself to run away with his tail between his legs in fear like the logical part of his mind was telling him to do. It just wasn't in his nature to hold a grudge, to forgive and forget was a motto he had struggled to live by his entire life. Even his parents, who had betrayed him on more than one occasion, he would try and contact them every now and again. Sending short 'I still love you's in the mail only to never get a response, he thought maybe someday he'd hear back. So why couldn't he forgive Asher...? Although using someone and putting them in danger was considerably more hurtful than blatant neglect. Exhaling slowly he allowed his tense shoulders to loosen and relax, his arms now hangling limply at his side. It was foolish, so...so foolish, but he couldn't seem to stop his body once it was set in motion. Reaching out, he gently touched the side of Asher's face once their eyes finally met. There would be no kisses this time, despite the boys secret growing desire to indulge in those guilty wishes. He wouldn't push anything just yet, not with what he was just told.
"You aren't a monster...there are far worse people out there..."

Sighing, he reluctantly lowered his hand and pulled it back. "But they can help you control your bloodlust, I will help you...if...if you were such a dangerous monster, and they didn't have the resources, they wouldn't have brought you here. There's a much bigger picture, there must be, even if I don't understand it all..." His hand was at his mouth as he began to lightly bite on his lip only to stop himself as he nearly broke skin. A few drops of blood wouldn't be enough to set off Asher, would it...? The temptation to see was there, but that was even more foolish than putting his trust into the Strigoi.

He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs up to maximum capacity, before slowly nodding his head and exhaling. "I would be...even if there wasn't...anything between us, even if I had no desire to get closer to you," his voice momentarily lowered to a mutter, as though he were trying to cover up the last part of his sentence, "I wouldn't abandon you after things are have just begun...I'll stick it out to the bitter end." As that sheepish smile found its way onto Asher's face, it was quickly mirrored on Noah's pallid features. Though his skin was quick to fill with color once again as he suddenly reached out to grab hold of the taller boy's hand. Lacing their fingers together he gave him a gentle tug and pulled open the door, urging him to follow. "C'mon, let's go find out what's going on. No use sitting here sulking and being depressed, it won't change a thing." Once he was certain Asher had his sunglasses to shield his senstive eyes from the harsh sunlight that was filtering in through every window they would pass, he began to lead him down the stairs. He smiled and waved to Zack as they passed him by, the poor boy looked exhausted. Frowning, Noah watched him closely before speaking, "Hey Zack." Was all he managed to get out before they continued moving forward. One of these times he would get to apologize to him.

Not once did he allow their hands to part, he understood that Asher was stronger than him by a landslide and could have easily ripped his hand free or shoved him down the winding staircase. But everytime the vampire tensed or even hinted at pulling his hand back Noah only gripped him tighter. The sound coming from the dining hall was considerably louder than before, there were more people gathered inside compared to earlier. Noah visibly shuddered at the thought and secretly prayed the older vampire wouldn't be there, but unfortunately neither of the teens had such luck. Tensing up, he eyed Clarice and Riley as they sat across the dining room, talking. Making a sharp right he intentionally found a spot as far away from the man as possible, could you really blame him for being angry...? Hating a teacher without reason is one thing, but having a gun pulled on you seemed like a logical reason to be a bit upset.

But all signs of anger or disappointment from earlier were wiped from the boys face and now replaced with an almost sickening grin, his trademark smile that was either hated or loved. Not everyone appreciated optimism, but for others it was just impossible to not smile in return, it was contagious. "I know we've already gone through this but did you want anything to eat...?" Motioning over his shoulder, he slowly lowered himself into his seat before slouching down, his legs extended beneath the table to use a toe to push out one of the chairs for Asher.

A sigh filtered past his lips as he slouched forward against the table. God, he was hungry...though it was mainly a mental thing he had come to gather, he could live without food, he had done so for months now. The last time he ate anything he got sick, but Alice had been eating, maybe...this time would be different? A pout formed on his lips and finally the temptation became too much and he found himself getting back up to his feet. "I'm going to try and find something that won't make me puke up my guts..." He grumbled quietly to himself before shuffling over to the buffet, eyes narrowed as he sought out something to nibble on. There was so much to choose from, it was impossible to pick just one thing! So he ultimately decided on a little of everything, including a seemingly harmless omelet, one loaded to the brim with god knows what. Chances are he wouldn't eat half the things on the plate, it was more of a sampler if you must.

Within a matter of seconds he was back at the table, plate in front of him. He was sure to offer some to Asher before peering down, fork in hand. The first thing to be attacked was the omelet, but he was unaware of just what was in the delicious breakfast ... treat, and if he had, well, he wouldn't be preparing himself to take a big ol' bite out of it right then...

(( ooc ; There ya go. XD ))


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ι know ıт`s cℓєar тнє тιmєs are chαиgıиg,
but ι'm stαyιиg the sαmє.
I kиow тнє feαr ιs pαrαℓyziиg,
bυт иothιиg mαttєrs αt αℓℓ.

[Vernox8]

Riley Eugene Manion

Riley decided he'd finally find himself a seat, and sat there at the head of the table with the book sitting neatly on the tables cloth. Riley turned to Clarice and and smirked. "Everything and anything goes in that book. What that could be is for me to know and for you find out...except I don't see that happening...well...ever..." it was like he was teasing her. Making what she wanted seem even farther out of reach, would would likely only fuel her passion for finding out what was in the book. Of course, Riley wasn't aware of how much she actually wanted to know, and he usually always toyed with people who wanted to read it. Humans he just laughed at because they simply just couldn't read the writing period.

He had no worries of leaving his book around in the general public, most of them were humans anyway and most people weren't curious enough to pick it up. It just seemed like a rather large thesaurus. Who ever cared about a thesaurus? Little did they know that the book there held more secrets than they could ever imagine. There was more than one book too. Riley's own personal collection of books he'd written over the years, from 1849 to the present day. That was how he organized his life. What with the extreme memory loss from his childhood and teenaged years, Riley needed something to use as a reference.

Riley decided he'd move onto the question he originally put out for the two young students. Zack said he was from Vancouver, British Columbia, which put him in for a Canadian. Rather interesting to see a Canadian in the USA but it didn't make too much of a difference, aside from a different understanding of things. After he'd answered the question, Zack dismissed himself, no doubt off to go take a nap after staying up all night. At this school that was hardly recommended. Humans most all needed their energy or they could never hope to keep up with the other students that were either vampires or lycans. It was then that Clarice said she was from Boston. That was interesting...and Riley was shocked that neither of the students even bothered to ask where he came from. It was a rather long story and most of the kids knew nothing about the 1800's except by watching Clint Eastwood movies. That was hardly an accurate representation of the west.

Her next question was met with the shrug however. Riley didn't know what was going on to be honest. All the teachers were off doing god knows what and most of the students were late getting to the dining room. Only the first day and already the entire school is in disarray. Can't imagine how late they would all be for the dance at the end of week...spending hours trying to glamourize themselves. "A lot of the students and teachers seem to be missing. An issue that will no doubt be addressed in due time. Now I'm forced to babysit the lot of you without even a single idea of what we're to be doing." Riley sighed and it was at that moment he watched Noah and Asher walk into the dining room. Riley simply shrugged, surprised that the kid would show his face so soon. He carried no personal grudge against Noah, but no doubt he was scared shitless of the teacher and would avoid him for some time, unless he went to class. IT was there that he had no choice but to listen to Riley and talk to him...

[m3ch4nica1_l0v3]

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j a r e d ● v a n d r i c ● l e e
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ɳot ʈoo ɖifficult, ɾight?

Finally, with a satisfied stomach and enough energy to get him through until about lunch time, Jared pushed his plate of food aside for a moment and crossed his arms over the top of the table to rest his head upon them. The food was great, but he always hated being stuck in one spot, and that's just what he was right now as far as he could tell. For all he knew, he could wander for hours upon hours in this building and lose himself. Either that, or wind up making an idiot out of himself like he probably had managed last night. Honestly, how did he manage to go from showing up late to trying to help somebody out only to be brushed away, then on the floor where the girls obviously resided? Oh, he didn't know! In all honesty, he didn't even know why he accepted to come here other than to get away and take up a challenge. Now, instead of moving along into some sort of obstacle, he was turning into more of an obstacle than anything else was. Even being confronted by some girl was better than this.

Jared's lips parted slightly to release a soft sigh. Wasn't it pathetic to be sitting there more or less moping? Well, duh! So, rather than be a lump on a log, he lifted his head, picked up his plate, disposed of it, and made his way out of the cafeteria with his hands curled into fists and tucked into his pockets. This place was a foreign thing to him and the only way to make it even a little familiar would be to give himself a tour of sorts. With every intention to do so though, with his luck, he'd wind up somewhere he shouldn't be. That would be wonderful--walking into some place where he was forbidden and get himself in trouble. Though, thinking like that would do no good. Instead, he took long strides and began to wander throughout the building, taking mental notes of what rooms were at least on the main floor.

"I really think there are more than enough rooms," the jock mumbled to no one in particular, not really meaning to speak aloud but ignoring it anyway. It's not like it mattered since nobody was around to hear. Not that he knew of anyway. So, shrugging the thought off, he continued to wander, rather aimlessly it seemed. Aimless to others, but holding at least some meaning to him. After all, he didn't know when or if he'd need to report to any specific room.

[ ooc ] Sorry for such a cruddy post. On a better note, my internet's alive. [ /ooc ]

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As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name
When you walk away?

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xxxx

[Zhai Kiada]

●•● ταяяαн Θ мєʟʟissα Θ қubєиiқ ●•●

The little fox switched it’s gaze from the delectable coiled snake around the vampire’s neck to the vampires own set of warm brown eyes, silently asking for permission. Permission to have the green reptile for breakfast without a struggle. But if she were to be honest it wasn’t necessarily the snake that was so appetizing, even though she loved the warmth that radiated from a live kill, it was the hunt that thrilled her. The meal was only a bonus to be added afterward. Though it was a well-enjoyed bonus.

She cocked her head to the right, an adorable gesture, in answer to the male model’s greeting. The word sounded familiar but it didn’t click, it didn’t register any real response. Dark chocolate eyes widened mischievously as the two-legged being’s distressed voice uttered a familiar language to the snake. Although the language was vaguely familiar but not understandable, the frustration was clearly recognized by the mammal. This snake cannot be loved by this vampire, she has offended the hair-less being by sinking her own set of fangs into her protectors neck. The fox incorrectly surmised the situation in her favour. This legless reptile is dangerous, which means that she is disposable. A feral grin spread on her furred face, eyes gleaming greedily. Images of a snake sliced open by her own teeth a vivid image in her mind’s eye. Warm salty, blood seasoning the tender meat a sharp taste on her tongue brought back from past hunts. It would be a pleasure.

Just as the she was preparing to pounce at the vampire’s ‘friend’ something crashed into her side. Tarrah’s creature nipped at the inconvenience, scrambling to get up and out from under the wolf pup. The scene resembling a cartoon character spurning into a run and not moving for the first few seconds, as if the ground were slick with liquid and she was running in place. Her attempts stopped the moment a voice entered her head. My thoughts! Your voice is in my head! Why?! The fox went from feral to freaked out, showing it in her globe-like eyes that moments ago were almond-shaped. Her rusty tail was confused on where to go for she was sprawled on the floor and there was no way she could tuck it between her legs, it remained flattened to the floor. The perfect picture of a fox rug that one would have on the floor in a cabin in the woods, instead of a bear rug. A very comical picture to any passer-by or surveyor.

"Kirrana would not like this."The name jolted the young vixen even more as she slowly got used to the voice communicating to her through thoughts. Snapshots of the lady with platinum locks, affectionate smile and gentle voice lapped over each other in the vixen’s mind’s eye and echoed in her copper ears. She ran her tongue along the inside of her teeth; it was the human trying to gain control. The fox sneezed, an effect of the human’s attempt to change back. This vixen was not going to give up so easily. Though she did feel the sense of family around the pup and an underlying need to be obedient to its demands…but she didn’t want to lose the hunt.

Tarrah as a fox was just as stubborn as Tarrah as a human. She was like any child, knowing that she had no power over her parent’s decisions, so she fell back on the plan that every kid tries: negotiate. Murro felt like a parent to the vixen, and so she made the attempt to negotiate. What if we split it? I tackle it to the ground and I will let you kill it and have the first bite. How about that? Couldn’t we do that? Pleeeeeeeaaaassseeeee. She worded her plea in such a way that it sounded as if she would be giving the wolf the extreme honour to kill it and eat her choice portion. The effect drastically diminished as she dragged out and whined the last word; Tarrah’s creature was significantly more childish than her human counterpart. She was a fox, and foxes excelled at manipulating…though she was young and inexperienced at the game.

"You can order anything in the dining hall…” But the fox wasn’t entirely interested in the meat…well she was interested in the meat, just not as much as she was in actually killing the creature. But the hunt… She whined mentally and physically, a beseeching high-pitched sound escaping from behind the vixen’s teeth. Round chocolate eyes appealing to the wolf’s own set of liquid golden orbs. Not leaving the wolf’s figure even as she rolled off her body and carried her human half’s outerwear, dropping it silently beside the fox. She starred down at it, as if it were old news then looked back up at the wolf, Eww… The fox sniffed at the clothes in disgust before licking the roof of her mouth.

Tarrah’s fox half was not nearly as mature as her human form. The deserted tank top, hoodie and cargo pants in the fox’s eyes caused the fox to weaken a few barriers that were preventing Tarrah from shifting back to her human shape. The vixen snorted several times, as if allergic to her human’s half attempts followed by licking the roof of her mouth multiple times. It looked as if the mammal had peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth and was madly trying to remove it. The further information that the wolf was giving the fox also weakened her barriers as she tried to respond to her as well as defend the shape she was in. Things were turning in favour for the lycanthropes human half.

With a final snort of defiance from the vixen, Tarrah began shift shapes for the second time that morning. The change was slower this time, for the human was controlling and coordinating it. First the tail seemed to shrink until it remained as only a knob, feet shifted into arms and legs, paws into hands and feet. Copper, Ebony and cream fur started to change textures as well as shades becoming blonde hair revealing the tanned skin beneath. Last to go were the triangle ears, shrinking in the same way her tail had, retaining the size of a small cabinet doorknob hidden beneath unbound, rippling fawn brown hair that reached her elbow. Tarrah instinctively placed a hand to her forehead; it was the headache that always followed a transformation. A hand that was quickly ripped from her forehead to fold over small breasts, her face turning the shade of a ripe cherry. She snatched the clothes hastily and clutched them to her naked chest, humiliation clear on her features. Hazel eyes widened first in amazement at her success, then in fear…and finally they hesitantly shifted focus to on the wolf.

A sheepish smile curled on her lips before she bit her lower lip in indecision. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what to do; it was that she didn’t know how to respond to the small wolf’s thoughts in her head. She felt guilty for acting childishly in her fox form, she felt fear for the brief moment she lost control and she felt immensely grateful to Murro standing across from her and the support she provided. Tarrah flashed her smile before she draped her pants across her hips and thighs while clasping her small bra around her back and yanking on the black tank top over top.

"Who're you?" The young lycanthrope was surprised to hear Murro’s thoughts in her mind in her alternative form; she had made the poor assumption that animals could communicate to other animals. She was extremely delighted that she could continue to chat with the wolf, it seemed she had made a new friend. ”I’m Tarrah.” She responded eagerly, voicing her thoughts aloud instinctively as she pulled on her ankle socks and worn runners, having already tied up the drawstring on her pants. She figured it would be best to just start off as if she hadn’t humiliated herself when she was a fox. It wasn’t that she didn’t remember the time she had spent in her ulterior form, oh no that would be branded on her memory for years. It was the fact that it was so much easier to act as if they had just met, seeing as she was a slightly different person when a human. The girl ran her fingers through the waterfall of now un-bound hair before twisting it and tossing the mass over her shoulder. She returned the wolfish smile with a genuine grin of her own, sitting cross-legged like a student waiting for her lesson.

"Come on, I'll show you to the dinning hall - you can have as much snake there as you want."

Tarrah eagerly accepted the offer, with an exuberant ”Yes please.” With the issue of food having been covered, the fifteen-year-old became slightly wary of herself. She had never randomly transformed before. When she had shifted, it had taken an enormous amount of will power on her part, and she also needed the extra strength that a moon provided at night. She had just unintentionally changed from human to fox twice within the hour…it wasn’t normal for her. It couldn’t just be the next step in her progress with shifting, for that would be a significant and nearly impossible gap to jump. What was happening? Was it just a weakened moment for her and it had been natural that her stronger half –at that time- had taken charge?

Charge…pounce…snake…the man! She thought, horrified with herself for not thinking of him earlier. She had to go apologize for her unacceptable behaviour. What a crappy first impression I must have made. Trying to eat his pet… Guilt was carved into her face as remembered his reaction, which was far less amusing to her as human than it had been as a fox. With an apologetic smile and hopeful eyes she turned to Murro, her voice laced with hesitation. ”Would you mind if we took a slight detour?”

{OOC: Sorry for the wait and then the crap post. >.< I didn’t want to risk waiting any longer to reply.}

●•● Gσσδ Iиsτiиϲτs τєʟʟ ұσu ωнατ τσ δσ ʟσиg bєғσяє ұσuя нєαδ нαs ғiguяєδ iτ σuτ. ●•●

[Malicious S h a r p i e]

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Asher

The Little Red Riding Whore
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Asher couldn’t help but think everything was going to be alright. It was foolish and childish, and a bunch of other -ish’s, but Asher trusted Noah to the very bottom of his heart, whatever was left of it. However, a new being seemed to be whispering in the back of his head. Asher was nothing but a burden to Noah, since the moment they had met. Why would Noah want to stick around and deal with another problem of the strigoi’s? Noah must feel sorry for the vampire before him. It must be the entire reason he seemed to stick around. But the theory didn’t explain the kiss that Noah had given him earlier… The gentle push to lay him flat on his back… He pushed the images out of his mind, even if he felt some sort of feeling in his heart to have the moment arise again. The gentle touch to his skin made the feeling of love arise once more.
From his heart. Not his lust, or anything else that his prostitution forced to arise. Was he really falling for such a boy? Far worse people…. He had to mean the strigoi that had refused any type of help, and enjoyed what they did. He forced another smile to Noah, and leaned into his hand for a moment with eyelids lowered slightly. Although, just as soon as it had come, the sensation was gone. Noah’s fingers slipped away from his face, and a somewhat comforting sentence was muttered from his lips. He opened his eyes to stare gently at the vampire, before nodding briefly. “I wouldn’t blame you if you left, Noah… I’d completely understand…” But he wouldn’t promise he’d stop having sex, should the vampire leave.

Withing moments, however, Noah’s fingers intertwined with Asher’s, and he felt his own blush spread across his face for a mere moment. Did he no longer care what others thought, should they notice? He smiled a bit, and snatched his glasses from the dresser, before letting Noah drag him out of the room. He put them on over his head for a bit, only closing his eyes whenever they passed a window filtering the golden light. “Hello, Zach.” Asher said without thinking. He waved gently, before allowing the other to pass by. The poor boy looked as tired as Asher felt. The sun was draining his energy… He couldn’t imagine what would happen outside. He chewed on the inside of his lip at the thought, hoping they wouldn’t have to go outside.
All the while, his hand remained within Noah’s as he led him through the now familiar hallways, and down a flight of stairs or two to the dining halls. The moment Noah tensed, though, Asher did, aswell, knowing full well what the reason was. The teacher… Riley. He watched the older vampire for a moment with the intense gaze of a man wanting revenge, before following Noah once more, and chuckling as he pushed out a seat with his foot. “A little short, are we?” He teased, hoping to lighten the mood. At his question, he shrugged his shoulder and pursed his lips for a second. “Nah. Not feeling all too hungry, right now. I’m good.”

The strigoi watched in curiosity as the display of emotions on the vampire’s face changed from desire, to contemplation, to determination. A fanged smile flashed from his lips. “Good luck~” He tuned, leaning back in his chair, rather than leaning forward with his elbows on the table, he watched the teens all throughout the room, while Noah was up and busy getting his food. The other girl with the bi-colored hair was missing, still. Ever since they had left her in the hallways to escape the petite girl who had the same reaction to his race as the teachers. He pursed his lips, and made a goal to apologize to her, later on for ditching her so quickly. Hopefully she would understand he had left to avoid another rough encounter.
Only to fall right into another one. He sighed and turned back to face the chair Noah had been sitting in, just as the vampire diffused from the growing group of teens at the food lines, carrying a plate filled to the brim with human foods. He raised an eyebrow, and waited patiently for Noah to sit before examining the rather tasteful foods--he had to give the humans credit. They made delish foods-. He plucked a breakfast biscuit from the plate, just as Noah picked up the fork and delved into the omelet.
A very, very familiar smell touched his sensitive nose, and he nearly choked on the chunk of bread, before grabbing Noah’s wrist tightly, eyes wide. “Noah! Are you crazy? You can’t eat that.” He said, plucking the fork from his grasp, and dissecting the omelet like a frog. He sighed and shook his head. “Please, Noah… Be more careful… Onion, and any other vegetable from it’s family can kill you… You’re kind is extremely allergic to these things.” He smiled gently at him, looking up through his thick eyelashes. “Cept… You didn’t know that… Did you…?” How could he have lasted so long without knowing? Most human foods contained garlic, chives or onions or anything else of the alum family. He let out a sigh of relief, and put the fork down on the plate, to pick out a few--equally delicious looking- items and pushing them toward Noah, smiling comfortingly.

I'll rip your heart out,
I'll toy with it until it stops bleeding

[Riot_Rebelle_Kali]

Lєѕѕ yαkkiпg, mørє αc†iпg.. Lєł's ѕαvє thє łhiпking ƒør lαłєr!

atasrophe Branson was dead tired. A tongue-curling yawn escaped the mouth of the rather menacing looking young man who stood at six feet. He snapped his jaws shut and slumped against the hallway wall. He was tired because unlike everyone else, who'd been transported to school at a reasonable hour, Katastrophe had overslept, missed his flight, nearly broke-down from panic, and had to beg and plead for a later flight. A sleek black car had still been there to ride him to the school but he had arrived well into the night, after everyone had gone to bed. Drained from the emotional shakes of the day, he had collapsed into a weary and relieved sleep.

Trust you to miss your first day of school. his father had joked as Katastrophe was on the verge of hyperventilating. You sure didn't get your name for nothing! He ran a hand through his mussy hair and smiled darkly. Gee thanks for the support, Dad. But I made it at least, thank goodness for that. When he first received his letter, he thought this place sounded like Heaven. The thought of missing out on it had been devastating enough to break the werepanther of his perpetually pleasant demeanor.

But because he'd arrived late, he had no idea what to do or where to go. That wasn't so much of a problem though; he was used to winging it and playing by ear. So, while he didn't see anyone, he concentrated and got a combination of noise and smell that he concluded to mean it was breakfast and his peers were enjoying it. His peers. It was still a strange concept, he thought, as he started off to where the smell was coming from, moving slow from his lack of sleep plus nerves. He had met a few other Weres before but not many and he had never had the chance to associate with a vampire (his father was somewhat against it since he thought all vampires tended to act snobbishly) and now they were all crammed together in one place. Katastrophe could have laughed out loud at the wonderful insanity of it all. This was amazing, this was fantastic, and he was going to take full advantage of the situation.

Since he didn't know the layout of the building, he simply followed his nose, jogging slightly through the deserted halls, his sneakers squeaking on the floor. I wonder what exactly they're gonna teach us here. s**t, I should have got a schedule or something. Maybe I can find a teacher or someone to direct me. Stupid missed flight... God, I'm so hungry I could eat a whole buck. I'd probably have to settle for pancakes or something though. When the hell's the next full moon anyway? Whatever, I can't wait however long that'll take. I need to go hunting really soon... The werepanther allowed his mind to wander on its own as it usually did, letting his ears and nose direct him rather than any form of mental concentration.

He approached a flight of stairs and slid down the banister, pushing himself off at the bottom with excited energy. It was a somewhat strange sight as his big frame often belied his agility. He was busy thinking about what his siblings were getting into without him when the sound of another reached his ear.

"I really think there are more than enough rooms."

Another guy was wandering the halls obviously. Katastrophe took a sniff and identified the other male as human. Nodding his head with sudden determination, he took off after the other one, very much like a predator giving chase (though he was walking briskly, not running down). It took a few seconds of confused wandering before the human boy came into view. A grin of childish enthusiasm crossed the werepanther's face and he called out loudly, "Hey!

He expected that to stop the other boy while he jogged up to his side. "Dude, you're the first person I've seen in this whole place!" he said, still smiling. "Where the heck is everyone?"

[Secksy Man Nips]

Noah snorted at the playfully teasing, which was responded to with a subtle glare. If he hadn't been grinning one would have thought he was seriously angry at the other boy. "I'm not short, you're just freaking tall." The grin turned into a smirk before his attention was lured elsewhere. Before he got up, he was sure to stretch out and poke at Asher's knees via his feet before pushing his own chair back and standing up after announcing he would be going to go eat. As he stood in line waiting patiently for his chance to pile the food on his plate, he allowed his mind to wander. His eyes moved from face to face, taking them in one by one as he struggled to recall names he had done such a good job at memorizing the night before, yet a good portion of them were now forgotten. Sighing quietly, found himself ultimately looking back in Asher's direction. Using his hair, he created as a shield of sorts to mask his stare.

He wouldn't have guessed in a hundred years that Asher was a prostitute, perhaps he was a bit naive and blind to any signs there may have been. To say it didn't bother him would be a lie, though it didn't bother him as much as it worried him. The strigoi had made it clear that it was almost like an addiction to him, but was it the blood or the sex...? Both, he figured. Jealousy began to bubble in the bottom of his stomach as he wondered just how many people Asher had been 'with'. How could he compete with any of that, surely Asher could have his pick from a wide array of people. What could he do to stick out from the crowd... All those what ifs were pushed aside once he began gathering up his food. Instead he allowed his mind to be flooded with thoughts of the more innocent emotions that he was feeling...

It didn't feel like a simple crush, or blind infatuation, but he couldn't quite say it was love either. It had, after all, been less than a day. He knew what it was like to feel a sudden attraction to someone, to crush on a person for days only to have it die off. With Asher it was different, he hadn't ever desired to be with someone so strongly, not even past girl or boyfriends. He would avoid getting near for fear of the relationship escalating to a physical level. Yet just that morning he had kissed a boy he barely knew and he found himself wanting to do it again...
With Asher he felt safe when he should feel anything but. Yet there was one doubt that plagued his mind, and it was the possibility of those feelings being played off of. Like any other self respecting human -or former human in his case- he didn't enjoy being used or betrayed. But just this once he'd throw caution in the wind and risk it all on his growing feelings for the red-eyed vampire...

The green-eyed vampire was smiling by time he sat back down, looking a bit too pleased for his own good. Just what was on his mind was a mystery, and quite frankly it was probably best left that way. His eyes followed the biscuit as it was plucked off of his plate before lifting the fork...

Asher's movements were far too fast for even Noah, a vampire himself, to register. A sharp gasp barely made it passed his lips as his wrist was taken hold of and held firmly in place. He honestly didn't know what he had done that warranted such a reaction as his shock turned to confusion, and for a few brief moments he looked afraid. "I...oh..." He muttered, stumbling over his words as he lowered his gaze to the omelet as it was mercilessly cut open and its insides spread out on the plate. The sting of what could be best described as shame could first be felt in his face as the color flooded his cheeks. Some vampire he was, he just tried to eat a close relative of garlic! Hell, there could very well have been garlic in the thing as well. For the longest time he avoided all eye contact with Asher, even as the plate was pushed back his way. With a light shake of his head, he peered up at Asher, a subtle frown now curled on his lips as though he had been scolded for committing a horrible crime. "No, I didn't...sorry..." Swallowing back the lump in his throat he straightened out his back and sat upright. An obviously forced, nervous smile crossed over his face as he ran his fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "Maybe I should just stick to this blood only thing I've been doing...it's...safer..." Lowering his arm back to the table, he looked down at the plate before carefully pushing it off to the side. He had lost all desire to eat after that. Hunching forward, he folded his arms atop the table and rest his chin on them.

"This sucks..." There was a hint of a pout in his quiet voice as he grumbled under his breath. His lids drooped ever so slightly as he continued to avoid eye contact with the Strigoi. Could you honestly blame him though? He nearly made a mistake even humans would have been able to avoid. "Sometimes...I miss being human..." Extending a finger, he lightly prodded at the base of the candlestick that was in front of him. Blowing some hair out of his face, he looked up at Asher with a small smirk, one that didn't last very long as it faded into a frown. "I have no real room to whine though, my life could be so much worse...'sides...if I wasn't a vampire I probably wouldn't be here right now." He was mostly rambling in hopes of hearing Asher agree, to convince himself that there was a positive side to everything that was happening. But it was true to some extent, before he received the letter for the school he had been quite depressed, to say the least. A chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat while an honest to god smile curled on his lips. Wrinkling the bridge of his nose he looped up at Asher as he then went on to playfully tease the other boy. "And what would you do without me here to keep you out of trouble?"

(( >w< nerr, sorry... I was going to keep going since most of this is just real pointless internal rambling, but figured I should stop it here...I'll ramble s'more in my next post. ))


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ι know ıт`s cℓєar тнє тιmєs are chαиgıиg,
but ι'm stαyιиg the sαmє.
I kиow тнє feαr ιs pαrαℓyziиg,
bυт иothιиg mαttєrs αt αℓℓ.

[m3ch4nica1_l0v3]

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j a r e d ● v a n d r i c ● l e e
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ɳot ʈoo ɖifficult, ɾight?

It had been peaceful sailing (well, wandering in this case) for Jared. To him, this little tour he was giving himself would serve some purpose. When? He wasn't too sure. It was just one of those kind of things where he knew for sure. Altogether, he was bored though and hated the wandering. Not just physically, but his mind too. Earlier, had that woman actually been talking to him? He felt bad for up and leaving, but his luck was that she was more than likely speaking to somebody else. Besides, he was a little socially...challenged? He never did well with the female species, so he did his best to avoid them. Standing up and leaving though? Oh, he was bound to get himself in trouble. He could just feel it in his bones. How was he to know though? He'd figure it out--

"Hey!"

...Later, obviously.

Stopping his feet from taking any more steps, Jared turned to face the other male who approached him. Odd. He had a large figure (in height, obviously); yet, he was graceful and rather agile. Okay, so not all tall people were clumsy and ungraceful like Jared had a tendency of being. Then again, he wasn't too tall. Just five feet and nine inches. Not too bad, right? Eh, whatever. It didn't matter. This guy was probably more normal than Jared could know. Besides, there was no reason to be all judgmental and immediately put a block on communication due to his assumptions.

Although social situations were difficult when it came to females, it was never hard with guys for him. After all, he was one too. Besides, guys just never made his knees go all rubbery and jello-like the way females would. Naturally, he could breathe a little bit and actually talk. Now if that isn't an accomplishment for the day so far, he didn't know what was. So, with his crooked smile kicking in and his scar poking out and acting as an actual dimple instead, Jared dug his hands into his pockets and rocked back and then forward on his heels before planting his feet flat on the floor again. "I guess I just stick out like a bad spot?" Oh, what a badly worded joke. Though he stupidly laughed at himself, he mentally kicked himself before moving on to the male's question. "Well...It is breakfast time, so I'm pretty sure ninety percent of the people would be located in there." Was he really going to go back there? What if he really had ignored that woman?

Trouble. That's all he could think of. Oh, what the heck.

"I can show you to the cafeteria. I've already had breakfast and all..." The jock's voice trailed off, but his thoughts continued. If he were to head back into that cafeteria, that would probably mean some sort of confrontation by that woman. Then again, from the very brief glance he'd caught from the corner of his eye as he nervously passed on by, she was absolutely gorgeous. Of course, he wouldn't admit that out loud. Then again, he hardly would even admit it to himself. Besides, he wasn't going to get himself stuck in that moment. Instead, he mentally slapped himself to bring his mind back to reality. "I'm Jared Lee by the way," the male added, tugging one hand out of his pocket and extending it out for the other guy to shake--if he so pleased.

As he patiently waited for the other male to either take his hand and give his name in return, his mind trailed back to when he had been sitting at the table at breakfast. Oh, man. He really had blown that girl off, hadn't he? That earned him yet another mental kick and lecture inside his mind. Of all the things to do in order to make a fool out of himself, it just had to be that. She probably thought he was a total a*****e too. And, to make matters worse, he didn't even so much as ask if she was talking to him.

'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!'

He'd have to go back and apologize at least...If he could find her without being kicked between the legs or slapped or something.

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As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name
When you walk away?

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xxxx