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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 10:53 am
The name is Caesar. Finished with his sketch, Caesar leaned back against the file cabinet he sat beside. Yvette was still in the room, though she had finished her singing, causing him to stop humming. As much as he wanted to speak up with some clever comment, he found himself remaining still as she spoke to herself. It was just loud enough for him to hear, but he found the words to be curious; he had no idea who she was referring to. Sighing mentally, he replaced the small pad of paper and pencil back into his pocket. Caesar stood from his spot behind Yvette and was about to make himself known when she began to sing again. He didn't recognize the song, but that didn't stop him from appreciating her voice. Of course, he knew that she was only half siren, but she was still a gifted singer.
It became obvious that the song was meant to be a duet, as it sounded like he was only hearing half of a conversation. Still, he didn't interrupt, but wondered if that was a song from the school's musical she had mentioned earlier. Either way, he took a few steps back, trying to remain quiet as he sought to leave the room. Perhaps he would get the chance to hear Yvette sing again, but with her knowledge, rather than accidentally listening in. Reaching the door, he opened it, than closed it, pretending to just be stepping through as he spoke, "We've got to stop meeting this way." He flashed a small smile, then motioned to the sheet music beside her. "Were you singing?"
{ooc: n/a} "Family is where I will always stand by."
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 3:05 pm
 I'm beautiful, smart, and a Princess... Yvette was surprised that they had run into each other yet again and turned her head to look at him. "No." She lied to the young man. "It was just a school ghost." The girl added as she gathered the music sheets. "I was just playing the piano." She added. She got up and grabbed her bag. A book of cut out images fell out. It flew open and reviewed images of women in gowns that were fit for a princess and then next to them items and hair styles to go with the outfits. ....What else do you want?
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 3:15 pm
The name is Caesar. Allowing her answer to slide, he didn't want to come off as a lier himself, Caesar nodded. Besides, the excuse wasn't too unbelievable, not after all he had learned of the school. Before he could excuse himself from the room, Yvette was moving, grabbing her bag once again as a book fell. He bent to pick up the book, curious to see so many cut outs of dresses and the like; everything chosen looked as if it was meant for royalty, and considering that this belonged to Yvette, he wasn't surprised. "What's this for?" he asked as he stood, holding the book out to the girl.
{ooc: n/a} "Family is where I will always stand by."
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 3:31 pm
I'm beautiful, smart, and a Princess... Yvette didn't care if someone was looking at that. Lyn and Donny had already gone through it before. "Outfit ideas for balls and formal events. I even have some outfits for my friend another princess." It was clear that this princess had a sense of style like her mother did. Yvette took the book and stuff it back into her bag before going for the music sheets. "Well I'm going to the meet and greet thing the school is putting on. Maybe I'll see you there." The girl commented. She was hoping to meet up with Lyn and Donny there. ....What else do you want?
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 12:31 pm
Dimitri Markov: The Soviet Vampire"Dey call me a lady killer... dat much is half true, I suppose." Dimitri poked his head inside the door, glancing about the relatively empty room before stepping inside, his acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder. "Da, as usual dis place is perfect for relaxing in de silence," her said with a soft smirk, a thick, Russian accent flooding each word he uttered. He crossed the room to sit in the darkest corner, away from any windows where sunlight may harm his delicate skin. He hummed a bit out of tune to his slow guitar strumming; he was a fair guitarist, but a singer he was not. "Iz almost too kviet for de liking, hm?" he murmured to himself under his breath, feeling rather bored already. Someone who was expected to live forever would naturally feel like they had too much time on their hands. "Ah, vell. I am sure somevon interesting vill be around soon enough."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:03 pm
Hiya. I'm Lyndis Sunderson. Lyndis was usually a social girl, having always made friends quickly throughout her school life. At this time however, she was in the process of avoiding a certain young man: her fellow freshman Ceasar. The boy was constantly trying to speak with Lyn, though only because of two reasons; she was a straight A student, and he needed the extra help, and Ceasar was obviously attempting to become closer to her bestfriend, Yvette. Of course, Lyndis could hardly blame the boy, but that didn't stop her from becoming frustrated every time she noticed his face in the hallways. In order to avoid any more "chance" meetings, she decided to take another route to her last class by cutting across the rows of abandoned classrooms.
For most of her walk, all was silent, until she heard the familiar notes of a guitar. The strumming wasn't so clear, but her hearing was better than any human's. Pausing for several seconds, she quieted her breathing until she knew from what direction the player was. Smiling to herself, she purposefully took a step in the other direction, still in a rather sour mood. After all, what good was meeting someone if she was going to find the whole encounter annoying?
She took another step, and then one more before the breeze reached her...or rather, her nose. Take a whiff, she frowned slightly, then turned her head so that she was facing the other way, toward the music. Whoever the player was, she could make out one distinguishable feature: they were a vampire. Despite her mood, curiousity had taken its grip, and Lyndis found that she was walking closer to the room, which she could now make out as the building that held the abandoned music room. Despite her race, she had always wanted to meet a vampire. Granted, she knew one, but it was her aunt...that hardly counted, right?
Reaching the room, Lyndis stopped walking, having for the first time realized that she didn't know what to say one she opened the door. Yet, the worry hardly crossed her mind, and she simply opened the door after only a handful of moments. Peeking head inside, she spoke curiously to the room's occupant, "You're a vampire, aren't you?"
{ooc: n/a} "Look before you leap."
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:14 pm
Dimitri Markov: The Soviet Vampire"Dey call me a lady killer... dat much is half true, I suppose."Dimitri's blissfully closed eyes snapped open, and he turned his head towards the door to face the young girl who'd addressed him. He smiled broadly, showing off his pearly, unusually long canines, and waved with a gloved hand. "Ahah, vat gave me avay? It vas de fangs, correct?" he chuckled, then stood to his full height and walked over to greet her. Holding out a hand, he bowed and a bit and tipped his hat with the others as his pale green eyes bored into hers intently. "Dimitri Markov, at your service. And you vould be?" His voice was heavy with the charm that he always made sure was present in every fiber of his being. "Vat brings you to dis radder dead part of de school?"
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:39 pm
Hiya. I'm Lyndis Sunderson. Immediately noticing his fangs, Lyndis let loose a small smile of her own, though her own set of teeth still looked as a human's might. She had been right in her assumption, and she silently praised her lycan half's abilities. "No." she responded to his responded to his question, shaking her head slightly before continuing, "It was your scent." She gave a small laugh, feeling more at ease once she heard the distinct accent in his words. Her grandparents had the same sort of accent, and she had grown up listening to the interesting way their words sounded. Not to mention, Dimitri seemed to have a sort of natural charm in the way spoke, as if there would always be enough time for anything. After a second or two, she told him her name in exchange of his own. "I'm Lyndis Caliu. A freshman here." Stepping inside the room fully, she looked around for a bit, taking in the sight of so many abandoned instruments and sheets of music. His next question caused a shrug, and she did her best to answer without sounding completely strange. "I only know one other vampire in my life, and I usually like meeting new people." Her use of the word 'usually' caused her to think of Ceasar, and her next sentence would work as an answer to Dimitri's latest question. "I took a new route today, and I heard your strumming." Flashing a smile, she turned her eyes away from the room's emptiness and instead faced him, asking a question of her own. "Why are you in such an empty part of school?"
{ooc: n/a} "Look before you leap."
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:51 pm
Dimitri Markov: The Soviet Vampire"Dey call me a lady killer... dat much is half true, I suppose.""Ah, fresh blood- I mean meat," he corrected quickly, shrugging a bit with a little snicker. "Apologies, young lady, dese vampire instincts are difficult to control from time to time. Anyvay, I came here to be alone because I vas tired of all de people. Den I got bored of being alone," he laughed heartily, then went back to staring at her with half-lidded eyes, that charismatic smirk still playing on his lips as he fangs peeked through. "Now, tell me... you are avoiding somevon, am I right? I can tell from de look on your face." He crossed his arm over his chest and chuckled again. "You can tell a lot about somevon at first glance, if you really pay attention. And believe me, in a place so boring, you are definitely vorth paying attention to." His cool tone and expression suddenly took a flirtatious turn, but only for a split second. "Ah, I am being too forvard, am I not? Force of de habit."
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 8:23 am
Hiya. I'm Lyndis Sunderson. His remark of being 'fresh blood' simply caused her to look confused for a moment, but she quickly passed it off as joking. Vampires weren't that dangerous, right? Focusing on his question, she was slightly surprised that he was so observant. Nodding, she gave a sheepish smile as she explained, "Well, yeah. It's this guy who's always asking about my friend. I worry that he likes her because of her family." She shrugged, not wanting to worry too much for her friend but at the same time unable to cease her concern. Setting aside those thoughts, she addressed his habit, grinning good naturedly as she said, "Don't worry. My aunt's told me about vampires." The flirting didn't bother her much, most likely because she had spent her whole life around those that flirt and tease incessantly. Still, she couldn't help but appreciate Dimitri's words, if only because she had always been a shadow next to her best friend's beauty. "How long have you been one?" she asked after another moment, curiosity growing.
{ooc: Sorry I've taken so long D: } "Look before you leap."
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 11:52 am
Dimitri Markov: The Soviet Vampire"Dey call me a lady killer... dat much is half true, I suppose."Dimitri nodded, listening intently to each word she said and absorbing all the information he could; women liked to be heard, he knew for a fact, and so hear her he did. "I understand," he said with a small, fanged smirk, "and I find it kvite honorable dat you care for your friend so much. She is lucky to have you, da?" He leaned casually against the wall, playing with the rim of his hat absently while she spoke, but drank in every sentence. He nodded once or twice when she spoke of her aunt, but when the subject of his history as a vampire came up, his smirk dissipated and he wore a thoughtful frown. He almost looked like he was scowling at something nonexistent as he remembered the day he was transformed, not too long ago. "... About two years," he answered finally with a shrug, refusing to put too much thought into the day he'd lost everthing. "It vas a lot to get used to, and I still don't have de hang of it totally. To be honest, I hate taking blood- I am a bit skveemish myself," he chuckled lightly, turning on a dime to mask his discomfort.[OOC: Don't worry about it. Just glad to see you back. ^w^]
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 11:59 pm
Hiya. I'm Lyndis Sunderson. Truthfully, his comment about her being an honorable friend meant more to her than any other flirty comment he could have made. Feeling heat rise in her cheeks, she smiled inwardly, pleased that she had inherited the darker skin of her father so that her blush was barely recognizeable. "Thank you." She said, somewhat quieter than her previous words. Loyalty meant everything to Lyndis, but she knew that for some, it was an uncommon trait.
Returning her attention to Dimitri, she gave a short nod to show that she was listening. Two years was a very short time indeed, especially when compared to eternity. Still, it seemed as if he had a certain type of past, one that she doubted he shared with many and probably was unenjoyable to repeat. As his happier demeanor returned with a lighter atmosphere, she took the opportunity to respond. "I see. Maybe you should try the new pills? But I hear they don't taste quite as good..." She dropped off, shrugging. Really, she knew very little about the other options a vampire had. Her gaze also wandered, until she spotted the door and remembered that her last class had already begun. For a second, she debated the option of simply ditching the class, until she remembered her mother's threat should Lyn do such a thing. Sighing lightly, she turned back to Dimitri, her expression bright as she asked, "I've got to get to class, but maybe we could meet for lunch sometime?" It was an innocent inquiry, and her attempt to extend a chance of friendship.
{ooc: n/a } "Look before you leap."
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 5:25 pm
Dimitri Markov: The Soviet Vampire"Dey call me a lady killer... dat much is half true, I suppose."Though it was subtle, someone as observant as Dimitri easily noticed the vague blush in her cheeks, and he smiled again. "You are very welcome, miss." He seemed wary when she mentioned the pills, as he'd never heard of such a thing, but resolved to look into it. If it meant he wouldn't have to crave blood and kill for his meals, he would love to try it. "Tank you, I vill see to it dat I get a hold of some," he said with a grin and a nod. He looked a tad disappointed when she said she had to go, mostly because she'd been the most interesting thing to happen to him all day, and only made it more dramatic with a drawn out sigh. "I suppose I should be going to class as vell... I plan to take you up on dat offer though," he added with a wink, taking her hand as to kiss it in the most gentlemanly farewell he could muster. After the small, innocent peck, he gazed into her eyes deeply for a moment more, then walked out with a wave and a tip of his hat. "Do svidaniya, Lyndis~."[Exit]
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 7:09 am
William Romulus
William was lost, and he was getting tired. As he entered this one room, he got spooked by the people there. He didn't have a room, so he would sleep somewhere here. He concentrated, and using his ability to all but stop time, he moved past them, climbing into a cupboard, and getting ready to fall asleep. He was about to yawn when the dust made him sneeze. He clenched his nose, hoping not to be found.
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Aetherius Pendragon Vice Captain
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