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 Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 8:02 am
Marzena was keeping pretty quiet these days.
She had noticed, of course, that she had gotten some strange looks in the hallways, from others who attempted to figure out what exactly she was without asking. Often, she was mistaken for a witch, a Reaper, even, and her nose wrinkled at that thought. It was strange then, to think that she didn't like Reapers although she looked just as human as they did. It was just simply unnerving to look at them and remind herself that they weren't human and they weren't here to steal her skin.
Some monsters stared more than others and Marzena could have sworn that she had seen them, out of the corner of her eye, licking their lips. Her lip had curled in disdain at that, and she couldn't help but shoot them a glare in disapproval, even if that didn't stop them.
Sometimes, while exploring the campus, Marzena would slink into the bathroom and splash her face with water from the basin. She didn't need it of course, and it wasn't as if her skin would shrivel up, but it felt a lot better to have her skin meet the water. To remind her of who she was, and why she was here for. She was not to be afraid. She wasn't anyone's prey.
Besides frequenting the bathroom though, Marzena had found another solace, which was a comfort for walking so long. Halfway through her journey, she stopped at one of the lakes, stripped off her boots and stuck her bare feet in the cold water, letting out a grateful sigh.
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 8:44 am
It was unsure as to how Tristan Bailey was enrolled into Human Studies. The wolf demon couldn't care enough for the fleshy, soft-headed creatures of the other world, and for him to dedicate an entire hour and a half of his time to learning about their history and mating habits was downright unfathomable. Perhaps it was one of those classes that slipped in as a requirement; that was the only explanation he could come up with as he tried to stay awake during Professor Savage's speech. The clock notified that he had 5 more minutes left of this agonizing slow torture device, and the second hands were seemingly slowing down with every tick to spite him.
They were the longest five minutes of his life. He was no longer paying attention to the lecture, his honeyed eyes flickering back and forth between the clock and the front of the room. His tail twitched in anticipation, and if anyone would have thought any better they would have sworn he was suffering from pre-bathroom relief syndrome. This wasn't normally like him; usually he was able to ride out the class in a healthy, hazy fog of contentment and leisure.
When the shriek belted out of the intercom system to signify the end of the period, Tristan let out a sigh of relief, packed up his note-less notebook, and darted out of the classroom before the teacher could consult him on his most unusual behavior. He made his way past the sea of students and through the front double doors of the Academy, where several paths branched out to the outdoors. His footsteps knew the way to his post-class spot, though alas, it seemed that somebody else had found it just as fitting.
A scruffy eyebrow raised incredulously. Why would anyone want to soak their feet into the scum pond, let alone be near it? She seemed like a rather aggressive sort too, the kind who only had a pair of angry eyes to show the world. Tristan slinked past the girl and made himself comfortable against a twisted tree, his hands already searching for a certain plastic bag he kept around.
"I wouldn't put my feet in the scum pond, if I were you," He warned, his fingers tugging at the cellophane. "I'm pretty sure the Slime Squid lives there, and I wouldn't count on him being very happy to find monster feet stinking up his pond."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:43 am
Marzena could be pretty if she wanted to. The problem was, she didn't want to, and she covered that up by scowling fairly often and looking as displeased as possible. She didn't see the point of being pretty, and offering her smiles to the world. No one in Amityville would ever see her smile and she was determined to make this her main goal of the school year.
At the boy's words, Marzena was startled and almost wanted to pull her feet out of the water; she childishly also desired scooping up the water from the scum pond and dump it on his head.
"I don't stink." She told him, wrinkling her nose and directing a glare towards who she assumed was a shapeshifter. Some sort of hound or wolf, she thought. Much more useful than a seal, at the very least. "You, on the other hand, would attract whatever's living in the water with that stench of yours."
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