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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 2:57 pm
((Great post Boom!!))
"Ah, my family is interesting in it's own special way. . ." Ialo winced, realizing he probably shouldn't be talking about his family with students. That, and he feel asleep sitting up last night and woke up this morning in the exact same position - now his back was stiff and his neck sore. He switched the book to his other arm and looked up at the ceiling. There was something that always bugged him about this particular point - maybe it's because Ialo always noticed that one crack that he swore looked like a sailboat.
((Ah, Ialo, mah poor OCD bebe....))
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 4:25 pm
He smiled, nodded, and with a small thanks he grabbed the key from the far side of the desk and walked out of the office and into his car. His hair reverted back to brown waves, his eyes still the magnificent platinum color that attracted many. Spending the last few days giving himself his own life made him happier in a small way. He had the knowledge that was able to surpass even the most studious scientist from the years he spent observing and occasionally reading every single book in a library. He decided to put it into good use.
Dymetri had been thinking about Neon lately, more than Lin. Mostly because he saw her more. She never saw him though, the nightlife was a dangerous, attractive and sensual place. Like he was. Since he blended in so well, she never really spotted him chuckling as she snorted in crank or gurgling vodka.
It was rather amusing.
That's when he noticed he had been going ninety in a thirty mile per hour street. What the hell, he thought, there aren't any cars anyway. He continued going at the same pace in the direction of his new home.
Anyway. Back to interesting thoughts. Neon seemed well out of it though. He hadn't seen her brushing shoulders with any weird men, but he had a feeling that he was dead weight to her. Which made sense; she was an independent soul with a fire that could scorch even him. Of course, he hadn't seen her in the past couple nights. His teaching finally had gotten started after the first month.
But now it was March. A time of spring and brightness and all that s**t. He didn't really blend in with that kind of time. But Lin did.
Oh, she'd probably be so happy when the flowers start to bloom on their own in the forest. The animals will probably be prancing around and she'll probably giggle and squeal, wanting to pet them like the little elf he pictures in his mind whenever she's not around. Her musical laugh still echoed through his mind.
Of course, that entire scenery would change after he feeds on those cute, furry springtime animals. Dymetri sighed. He needed to feed. He hadn't eaten (drank, actually) for almost three weeks.
He was starting to become nauseous and out of breath.
He wondered why Lin never asked him why vampires needed blood. He was very curious as to why when he was first created. Of course, he learned why pretty quickly.
"The house," his voice rushed out, in a voice sounding of awe and disbelief. He parked his BMW in front of it and locked it, staring straight at his brand new house that he saw through the internet.
"is black."
He grinned and unlocked the door to his house and ran inside like a little boy in a candy shop. From the outside, you were able to hear the 'Oh my GOD!' and the 'No way! YES!' that you usually heard from teenagers.
Dymetri was happy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:01 pm
Humming softly to herself, she entered the school silently. She was late, of course. But it wasn't like she had a job opening yet. She worked as a substitute teacher, usually just taking over a class if a teacher needed to smoke or go somewhere for an emergency. She was great at creating a calmer mood around her, as she found out in her time of solitude, so she was perfect for the job of handling hormonal teenagers.
She couldn't help but remember her time at the school while she listened to the pitter-patter of her Coach shoes as she walked to the Main Office.
She could've been with so many guys, she realized. Then again, she also could have reached her true potential easily if she had enough time alone. It seemed as though whenever she tried to remember certain parts about her past, there was always a black smudge covering the details. She'd grown used to it though.
Entering the Main Office, she nodded at Acaria and walked further in, sitting in the first chair of the teachers' lounge. There she would wait until she was called upon. She noticed her hair growing black tips when she sat, and grew confused. Wasn't the hair supposed to grow from the roots? And why black of all colors.
She sat up straight in her cleavage-approving red blouse with her white, tight, pants. Her belt, earrings and shoes were black. Luna never put on makeup, since her red eyes always stood out in the middle of her pale face and white (turning black?) hair.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:45 pm
Athena smiled, then followed his gaze to the ceiling. There was a crack there, and it seemed to have some shape, but she could only make out some triangular-like figures. Ah well, she'd ask anyway. "Something interesting up there?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:55 pm
"No, not really," Ialo admitted, as he looked back down and began to continue walking towards the cafeteria. He turned and glanced back at Athena. "Care to join me for breakfast?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:02 pm
Athena shrugged. "Sure," she replied, and followed Ialo to the cafateria.
...Or, in French, la cantine. Why that thought had suddenly come to mind, she didn't know, but it had.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:17 pm
Smiling, Ialo walked with Athena to the cafeteria. Despite everything that had gone wrong during the autumn, during the winter, Riser seemed to have disappeared - at least for now. God, what a relief.
The school's cafeteria wasn't large or lavish, it was really nothing more than an oversized dining room with multiple tables. "What do you usually get for breakfast?" he asked Athena.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:23 pm
"Uh... I'm usually too tired to think, so I usually just grab whatever I see first, really. I'm not that picky unless it's moving or just flat-out looks like someone puked it up, added gravy, and served it. Thankfully, though, I haven't encountered any of that here..." She shrugged. She didn't care so much what she ate for breakfast, since there were never noodles. So she'd just grab whatever (somehow, it seemed that everything was strategically placed to the point that she always had a 'balanced breakfast'). She'd finish eating, then wonder what exactly she ate, and vaguely remember eggs or an apple or pancakes or French toast, or whatever had been within reach. The only consistent thing was that she never drank milk.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:32 pm
"Huh. I don't normally eat breakfast. Well, not this early in the morning at least," Ialo admitted. He sat at a small and empty table towards the side of the cafeteria. The entire room was visible from just that one seat. "You go get what you want, I'll just chill right here," Ialo said. He really didn't usually eat breakfast - around midmorning he would just grab some fruit. Or if he had been expending a lot of energy - say, running around firing spells every which way - then he would transform into his dragon form and go fishing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:33 pm
Chris turned around to see Ialo, and Athena "Hey it's you two ... again. I think your stalking me." Chris chuckled Stepping into the middle of the cafeteria looking around.
Night looked away from Cook "Hey someones here." His voice was light, but dark. He walked past them through the closed door. "Why are you guys up so early?" He asked walking towards Ialo, . "Usually people don't come until later."
Chris was looking the other way when he answered. "Who's up? I never went to sleep." He turned around to see night walking towards Ialo. "Dame that is creepy." he said out loud.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:38 pm
Athena nodded and went up to the line. Quickly enough, she was taking a tray and filling it up with what was there: a banana, French toast, bacon, a blueberry muffin, eggs, apple juice, and then slathering everything (except the juice) generously in syrup, but not to the point of having her food swimming in the sticky substance.
...Hey, she was hungry. And she knew for a fact that almost any breakfast food tasted good with syrup, since she (and her brothers) had tested it out multiple times, and every time it came up positive.
She paid for her meal, then went to where Ialo sat and joined him. "Back," she said, stating the obvious. She immediately began to eat--taking bits of one thing, then the other, in no particular order.
To Chris and Night, she just smiled. To Night she said, "Hello to you too."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:49 pm
"creepy as heck Ialo" He jumped over the two hitting a wall before jumping off the wall, and landing on top of a shelf. "So what are you two doing this morning?" He back flipped off the shelf landing both feet together.
Night ignored Chris walking over too Ialo, and Athena sitting in a chair looking between them with dark eyes. "good to see your finally into you full form Athena."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:51 pm
"Where is he!" he shouted, questioning everyone around him. He was strangely panicked, his normality thrown off by the unexpected face of a murderer at the doorstep of his mind.
"No clue bro."
"Haven't seen him."
"Saw him a couple classes ago, so I don't know where."
Desperately, almost tauntingly, the far reaches of his mind told him to scream into his endless void of thoughts, scream until his head ached, scream until someone was sure to hear, scream until his mouth could never bare to scream again, scream until that one name was all he would hear, scream until the owner would call back to him, a faint echo against the ocean's roar.
IALO!
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:51 pm
Ialo looked up at Chris, grinning slightly. "Of course. It's my life ambition to be the creepy stalker man from all those horror movies." He was clearly being sarcastic. He glanced at Night. "I'm usually up for a few days at a time before crashing."
That's when Athena came back with her plate loaded with food, which didn't faze Ialo at all - he recalled a boy he had gone to school with, a young werewolf who was a bit of a goofball. "No jumping off the architecture," he scolded Chris.
((lolol, editing, didn't see Boom's post, haha..))
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