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Javier Kohana Paco-----------
------------The Tease
A D є є p є r L σ σ k.//
h e r e s t h e b a s i c s . . .
◊ But c a l l me
___ { Jav is okay }
◊ The doctor said
___{ Male }
◊ My f a v o r i t e day
___{ May 15th }
◊ The c a n d l e s on the cake
___{age, spelled out 14 to 18 students, and 24-50 for teachers }
◊ My preference is
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◊ In this school is
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this is me, take it or leave it:
[PERSONALITY at least a paragraph]
What makes your the only YOU:
[Your story: A few hearty paragraphs (minimum three) on your childhood experience, to whatever’s going on in your life now.]
◊ Give me m o r e
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◊ Totally o v e r r a t e d
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◊ My classes
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BELGAR J. KEAN
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear,
Don't you know, you fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
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In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear,
Don't you know, you fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
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☾...Jason eyed Chie as he sat down in his spot. Though it was no longer the suspicious glare he often gave just about everyone else. He trusted that Chie wouldn't touch him. Even with him so close he knew he could trust Chie, before even himself.
The small childish gestures still composed within the mans body, even at the age of nineteen. He truly was still very much the a child. It made Jason feel old. Chid had a year on him, but that didn't change their mind set.
He watched as Chie sat his head on his knee, letting his hair stray out in front of him to cover both his eyes from Jason's gaze. The tiara on his head sliding forward on his head, threatening to take the leap from his head to the chair.
Jason sat up straighter in the chair, so that he was no longer curled up, but crossing his legs, facing Chie. Just as intent on Chie as the he seemed on Jason. He leaned in enough so that he could see the sparkling of the boys eyes behind the many strands of hair. He lifted a covered hand to the boys head and positioned the tiara on his head so that it wouldn't fall off.
After the deed, he leaned back to admire his handy work. He knew it wasn't that big of a deal. Or at least it shouldn't of been. But it was. The fact that he was comfortable enough to do such a thing was sort of unsettling.
Jason cleared his throat nervously as he settled back against the arm rest.
"I was merely curious," Jason shrugged. Again, a shrug that could mean whatever you wanted it to mean. No sign that he was about to elaborate on his explanation.
"If you could, would you go back to save your mother?" Jason looked away from Chie's face. Not being able to see his eyes was a little unsettling. Knowing that Chie could see his, but he couldn't return the gaze as certainly....☽
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MICAH J. KEAN
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear,
Don't you know, you fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - ★
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear,
Don't you know, you fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - ★
☾...Jason eyed Chie as he sat down in his spot. Though it was no longer the suspicious glare he often gave just about everyone else. He trusted that Chie wouldn't touch him. Even with him so close he knew he could trust Chie, before even himself.
The small childish gestures still composed within the mans body, even at the age of nineteen. He truly was still very much the a child. It made Jason feel old. Chid had a year on him, but that didn't change their mind set.
He watched as Chie sat his head on his knee, letting his hair stray out in front of him to cover both his eyes from Jason's gaze. The tiara on his head sliding forward on his head, threatening to take the leap from his head to the chair.
Jason sat up straighter in the chair, so that he was no longer curled up, but crossing his legs, facing Chie. Just as intent on Chie as the he seemed on Jason. He leaned in enough so that he could see the sparkling of the boys eyes behind the many strands of hair. He lifted a covered hand to the boys head and positioned the tiara on his head so that it wouldn't fall off.
After the deed, he leaned back to admire his handy work. He knew it wasn't that big of a deal. Or at least it shouldn't of been. But it was. The fact that he was comfortable enough to do such a thing was sort of unsettling.
Jason cleared his throat nervously as he settled back against the arm rest.
"I was merely curious," Jason shrugged. Again, a shrug that could mean whatever you wanted it to mean. No sign that he was about to elaborate on his explanation.
"If you could, would you go back to save your mother?" Jason looked away from Chie's face. Not being able to see his eyes was a little unsettling. Knowing that Chie could see his, but he couldn't return the gaze as certainly.
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You may call me: Caleb Grey l Belgar Stanford
Dorm room: Dorm Room 1 l Dorm Room 1
I have been alive this long: 18 l 16
I promise to honor Nyx: Fifth Former l Third Former
Will you enjoy me?: Caleb can be quite the deviant. He likes to play with his food, likes to stir the pot a little before actually having a taste. He has a little bit of a cold side, he doesn't warm up right away to anyone, and is cautious with what he does. He's also pretty flirtatious, towards just about anyone, but there is always that glint of coldness in his eyes. l Belgar is more playful than Caleb, always wanting to jump right into something, without thinking too much about it. He has an affinity for sparkly object, and is very childlike at times. Belgar also likes to flirt, but it's more for fun, he almost never has an agenda behind it.
Thing's that make me happy: Caleb: Flirting, messing with people, bass guitar. l Bel: Sparkly objects, candy, anything cute.
Ew.: Waking up, breakfast. l Scary movies, going to bed.
Does my past perceive me?: Even if it sort of looks like it, these two are not related. But they did grow up a few blocks down from eachother. Attached at the hip the moment they met when they were only children
Caleb only lived with his mother, his father had taken off when he was twelve. His mother worked most of the time, so Caleb spent a lot of time at Bel's house. Bel's parents pretty much took Caleb in and raised him as their own. Caleb had made the turn into a vampire first. Obviously Bel had been devistated, thinking he'd never see his bestfriend again. But two years later and Bel had turned as well.
I am very busy: Caleb: Literature, Fencing, Fine arts, Music. l Bel: Drama, Fine arts, Music, Mythology, Poetry.
When I look in the mirror:
My puppeteer: Vince_H8
Dorm room: Dorm Room 1 l Dorm Room 1
I have been alive this long: 18 l 16
I promise to honor Nyx: Fifth Former l Third Former
Will you enjoy me?: Caleb can be quite the deviant. He likes to play with his food, likes to stir the pot a little before actually having a taste. He has a little bit of a cold side, he doesn't warm up right away to anyone, and is cautious with what he does. He's also pretty flirtatious, towards just about anyone, but there is always that glint of coldness in his eyes. l Belgar is more playful than Caleb, always wanting to jump right into something, without thinking too much about it. He has an affinity for sparkly object, and is very childlike at times. Belgar also likes to flirt, but it's more for fun, he almost never has an agenda behind it.
Thing's that make me happy: Caleb: Flirting, messing with people, bass guitar. l Bel: Sparkly objects, candy, anything cute.
Ew.: Waking up, breakfast. l Scary movies, going to bed.
Does my past perceive me?: Even if it sort of looks like it, these two are not related. But they did grow up a few blocks down from eachother. Attached at the hip the moment they met when they were only children
Caleb only lived with his mother, his father had taken off when he was twelve. His mother worked most of the time, so Caleb spent a lot of time at Bel's house. Bel's parents pretty much took Caleb in and raised him as their own. Caleb had made the turn into a vampire first. Obviously Bel had been devistated, thinking he'd never see his bestfriend again. But two years later and Bel had turned as well.
I am very busy: Caleb: Literature, Fencing, Fine arts, Music. l Bel: Drama, Fine arts, Music, Mythology, Poetry.
When I look in the mirror:
My puppeteer: Vince_H8
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"Wake up Caleb!" What was that whining voice he could hear? It sounded a lot like his childhood friend. But that couldn't be. He was in the House of Night; he had been for the last two years. Bel, dear Bel, had been crushed when Caleb had been marked. He'd had to leave everything behind. Including Bel.
Caleb squinted open his eyes. They protested, pleading for more sleep. Just a few more minutes! Please! But that voice that had woken him up, it was still going on, winning, telling him he needed to wake up.
Caleb blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision. Which didn't seem to be much use, since he'd pulled his covers up over his head.
A low groan escaped him when the covers were pulled off of him and he was left looking up at Bel. Who was bending over him so that his face was directly above Caleb's. He was smiling down at Caleb deviously.
"Eep!" A very unattractive squeal peeped out of him, and his hands automatically flew up to cover his mouth.
"Jesus, Bel!" Caleb rolled over onto his stomach to hide his face. Why was Bel here? At the House of Night...?
Caleb rolled back over on to his back looked at Bel. Really looked this time. He looked like his usual self. Short white hair falling into his eyes. Making his grey eyes half visible. But even behind that hair they were sparkling with excitement. He'd always had this porcelain pale skin that never tanned. He even had his ever present tiara atop his head. But he was wearing a third former jacket, with the silver spiral embroidered onto the it.
Caleb's eyes widened and his hand reached out to his friend. His fingers gently brushed Bel's bangs away from his forehead. There it was. The outline of a sapphire crescent moon. He remembered now. Yesterday had been when Bel arrived. He hadn't been allowed to see him in the infirmary. It was pretty standard that they keep a new fledgling there for the first little while.
"Yes, yes, I'm here, and I'm a fledgling," Bel said as he slapped Caleb's hand away, stood up right and started to tug on Caleb's impractically long hair pulled back into a pony tail, "can you please stop gawking and get up so that we can eat!?"
Caleb shook his head to clear the shock and swung his feet off the side of his bed.
"Okay, I'm awake, just give me a few moments to get ready,"
Bel sighed and watched as Caleb stood and staggered into the bathroom.
"Come on, come on!" Bell whined as he tugged at the sleeve of Caleb's fifth former uniform. They were just outside of the cafe. Caleb was lazily walking behind Bel, as the shorter male tried to hurry him along. He'd had a shower but it hadn't woken him up enough.
"Caleb!" Bel again tugged on Caleb's waist length hair. It was out of his pony tail, and still a little damp from the shower.
"Would you quit it!?" Caleb almost growled down at Bel. The shorter boy took his hand back and looked up at Caleb with a cheeky smile.
Caleb grumbled something under his breath and followed Bel as they entered the cafe. He took a seat at one of the empty tables and watched as Bel made a bee line towards the food.
Caleb hated eating first thing after waking up. It always left him feeling like crap the rest of the day.
A long audible sigh bubbled out of Caleb's pale pink lips. He rest his elbow on the table and palmed his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut and he concentrated on his breathing, instead of the rising voices of people around him.
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THERE IS - IN FACT - A GREAT WALL OF CHINA
WITH ARMED SENTRIES POSTED EVERY 20 FEET
BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE.
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THERE IS NOT A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE.
THERE IS - IN FACT - A GREAT WALL OF CHINA
WITH ARMED SENTRIES POSTED EVERY 20 FEET
BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE.
"Wake up Caleb!" What was that whining voice he could hear? It sounded a lot like his childhood friend. But that couldn't be. He was in the House of Night; he had been for the last two years. Bel, dear Bel, had been crushed when Caleb had been marked. He'd had to leave everything behind. Including Bel.
Caleb squinted open his eyes. They protested, pleading for more sleep. Just a few more minutes! Please! But that voice that had woken him up, it was still going on, winning, telling him he needed to wake up.
Caleb blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision. Which didn't seem to be much use, since he'd pulled his covers up over his head.
A low groan escaped him when the covers were pulled off of him and he was left looking up at Bel. Who was bending over him so that his face was directly above Caleb's. He was smiling down at Caleb deviously.
"Eep!" A very unattractive squeal peeped out of him, and his hands automatically flew up to cover his mouth.
"Jesus, Bel!" Caleb rolled over onto his stomach to hide his face. Why was Bel here? At the House of Night...?
Caleb rolled back over on to his back looked at Bel. Really looked this time. He looked like his usual self. Short white hair falling into his eyes. Making his grey eyes half visible. But even behind that hair they were sparkling with excitement. He'd always had this porcelain pale skin that never tanned. He even had his ever present tiara atop his head. But he was wearing a third former jacket, with the silver spiral embroidered onto the it.
Caleb's eyes widened and his hand reached out to his friend. His fingers gently brushed Bel's bangs away from his forehead. There it was. The outline of a sapphire crescent moon. He remembered now. Yesterday had been when Bel arrived. He hadn't been allowed to see him in the infirmary. It was pretty standard that they keep a new fledgling there for the first little while.
"Yes, yes, I'm here, and I'm a fledgling," Bel said as he slapped Caleb's hand away, stood up right and started to tug on Caleb's impractically long hair pulled back into a pony tail, "can you please stop gawking and get up so that we can eat!?"
Caleb shook his head to clear the shock and swung his feet off the side of his bed.
"Okay, I'm awake, just give me a few moments to get ready,"
Bel sighed and watched as Caleb stood and staggered into the bathroom.
"Come on, come on!" Bell whined as he tugged at the sleeve of Caleb's fifth former uniform. They were just outside of the cafe. Caleb was lazily walking behind Bel, as the shorter male tried to hurry him along. He'd had a shower but it hadn't woken him up enough.
"Caleb!" Bel again tugged on Caleb's waist length hair. It was out of his pony tail, and still a little damp from the shower.
"Would you quit it!?" Caleb almost growled down at Bel. The shorter boy took his hand back and looked up at Caleb with a cheeky smile.
Caleb grumbled something under his breath and followed Bel as they entered the cafe. He took a seat at one of the empty tables and watched as Bel made a bee line towards the food.
Caleb hated eating first thing after waking up. It always left him feeling like crap the rest of the day.
A long audible sigh bubbled out of Caleb's pale pink lips. He rest his elbow on the table and palmed his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut and he concentrated on his breathing, instead of the rising voices of people around him.
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xxxx➽ BELGAR STANFORD
xxxx➽ BELGAR STANFORD
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➳xxxx sixteen years old
➳xxxx i'm a dangler
➳xxxx flammingly gay
➳xxxx #d25b87
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DEMANDING && FLIRTY && CATTY && TEMPERMENTAL
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Wake up Caleb!" What was that whining voice he could hear? It sounded a lot like his childhood friend. But that couldn't be. He was in the House of Night; he had been for the last two years. Bel, dear Bel, had been crushed when Caleb had been marked. He'd had to leave everything behind. Including Bel.
Caleb squinted open his eyes. They protested, pleading for more sleep. Just a few more minutes! Please! But that voice that had woken him up, it was still going on, winning, telling him he needed to wake up.
Caleb blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision. Which didn't seem to be much use, since he'd pulled his covers up over his head.
A low groan escaped him when the covers were pulled off of him and he was left looking up at Bel. Who was bending over him so that his face was directly above Caleb's. He was smiling down at Caleb deviously.
"Eep!" A very unattractive squeal peeped out of him, and his hands automatically flew up to cover his mouth.
"Jesus, Bel!" Caleb rolled over onto his stomach to hide his face. Why was Bel here? At the House of Night...?
Caleb rolled back over on to his back looked at Bel. Really looked this time. He looked like his usual self. Short white hair falling into his eyes. Making his grey eyes half visible. But even behind that hair they were sparkling with excitement. He'd always had this porcelain pale skin that never tanned. He even had his ever present tiara atop his head. But he was wearing a third former jacket, with the silver spiral embroidered onto the it.
Caleb's eyes widened and his hand reached out to his friend. His fingers gently brushed Bel's bangs away from his forehead. There it was. The outline of a sapphire crescent moon. He remembered now. Yesterday had been when Bel arrived. He hadn't been allowed to see him in the infirmary. It was pretty standard that they keep a new fledgling there for the first little while.
"Yes, yes, I'm here, and I'm a fledgling," Bel said as he slapped Caleb's hand away, stood up right and started to tug on Caleb's impractically long hair pulled back into a pony tail, "can you please stop gawking and get up so that we can eat!?"
Caleb shook his head to clear the shock and swung his feet off the side of his bed.
"Okay, I'm awake, just give me a few moments to get ready,"
Bel sighed and watched as Caleb stood and staggered into the bathroom.
"Come on, come on!" Bell whined as he tugged at the sleeve of Caleb's fifth former uniform. They were just outside of the cafe. Caleb was lazily walking behind Bel, as the shorter male tried to hurry him along. He'd had a shower but it hadn't woken him up enough.
"Caleb!" Bel again tugged on Caleb's waist length hair. It was out of his pony tail, and still a little damp from the shower.
"Would you quit it!?" Caleb almost growled down at Bel. The shorter boy took his hand back and looked up at Caleb with a cheeky smile.
Caleb grumbled something under his breath and followed Bel as they entered the cafe. He took a seat at one of the empty tables and watched as Bel made a bee line towards the food.
Caleb hated eating first thing after waking up. It always left him feeling like crap the rest of the day.
A long audible sigh bubbled out of Caleb's pale pink lips. He rest his elbow on the table and palmed his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut and he concentrated on his breathing, instead of the rising voices of people around him.
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OOOO➽ BELGAR S.
OOOO☾ bel
OOOO☾ sixteen years old
OOOO☾ flammingly gay
OOOO☾ #d25b87
OOOO☾ bel
OOOO☾ sixteen years old
OOOO☾ flammingly gay
OOOO☾ #d25b87
OOOO➽ CALEB G.
OOOO☾ caleb
OOOO☾ eighteen years old
OOOO☾ bisexual
OOOO☾ #665c99
OOOO☾ caleb
OOOO☾ eighteen years old
OOOO☾ bisexual
OOOO☾ #665c99
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"Wake up Caleb!" What was that whining voice he could hear? It sounded a lot like his childhood friend. But that couldn't be. He was in the House of Night; he had been for the last two years. Bel, dear Bel, had been crushed when Caleb had been marked. He'd had to leave everything behind. Including Bel.
Caleb squinted open his eyes. They protested, pleading for more sleep. Just a few more minutes! Please! But that voice that had woken him up, it was still going on, winning, telling him he needed to wake up.
Caleb blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision. Which didn't seem to be much use, since he'd pulled his covers up over his head.
A low groan escaped him when the covers were pulled off of him and he was left looking up at Bel. Who was bending over him so that his face was directly above Caleb's. He was smiling down at Caleb deviously.
"Eep!" A very unattractive squeal peeped out of him, and his hands automatically flew up to cover his mouth.
"Jesus, Bel!" Caleb rolled over onto his stomach to hide his face. Why was Bel here? At the House of Night...?
Caleb rolled back over on to his back looked at Bel. Really looked this time. He looked like his usual self. Short white hair falling into his eyes. Making his grey eyes half visible. But even behind that hair they were sparkling with excitement. He'd always had this porcelain pale skin that never tanned. He even had his ever present tiara atop his head. But he was wearing a third former jacket, with the silver spiral embroidered onto the it.
Caleb's eyes widened and his hand reached out to his friend. His fingers gently brushed Bel's bangs away from his forehead. There it was. The outline of a sapphire crescent moon. He remembered now. Yesterday had been when Bel arrived. He hadn't been allowed to see him in the infirmary. It was pretty standard that they keep a new fledgling there for the first little while.
"Yes, yes, I'm here, and I'm a fledgling," Bel said as he slapped Caleb's hand away, stood up right and started to tug on Caleb's impractically long hair pulled back into a pony tail, "can you please stop gawking and get up so that we can eat!?"
Caleb shook his head to clear the shock and swung his feet off the side of his bed.
"Okay, I'm awake, just give me a few moments to get ready,"
Bel sighed and watched as Caleb stood and staggered into the bathroom.
