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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:39 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Oooh that insufferable brat. Schraeder (he would no longer be referred to by his name) hid it well, but Sierra saw him barely holding in that damned smile - he continued to mock her and she was not able to smack him for it. Sexist pig. That was exactly what he was. She'd bet clean money that if Marcel had been the one to threaten Schraeder, the thief king would have listened. Marcel was probably enjoying this, wasn't he? If he dared smile she was...she would...well she wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she'd do something.
Sierra heard the question and answered Marcel with a shake of her head. "No, I'm not all that hungry." She honestly hadn't been. "Dinner's already started so I suggest you get food while it's still hot."
She'd heard the concern in the Devil's voice and had responded in kind. She didn't think he'd eaten enough at lunch. He was probably starving...it was best he get food for himself and not worry for her. She would have only held him back if she went with him, and she was stubborn enough to try. "I need to do some work in any case."
There was also the fact that someone had already offered to get her food. Two people actually. She wanted to see if they would honor their word. Dark Martin would, but Marty? Sierra had thanked God that the Devil did not recognize the Beastr. That was another reason why Sierra's and Martin's friendship was "secret." Marcel would not have approved of it whatsoever. At least he had a good reason for it.
It almost made her smile to remember exactly how it all happened. Marcel and she had just started becoming friends. Not best friends, but alright friends...they were lonely people with similar pasts. Then one night, she'd seen a fight break out between some unknown person and Marcel. Apparently Marcel had given the boy a look and that started the whole fight. As good as Marcel was, the other was better and before the nameless boy could give a knockout punch, she'd stupidly thrown herself in front of Marcel. Needless to say, she'd gotten knocked to the ground for that (she used a lot of concealer for the next week)...but it lead her to have a deeper friendship with Marcel. Surprisingly, it had also lead her to have a friendship with Martin who refused to leave her alone out of guilt and curiosity. Because the two personalities were so awkwardly unalike and it had been dark when the fight occurred, Marcel must have never thought shy, weak Marty was the same ferocious fighter from that night.
It seemed that she had a habit of making friends and allies whenever she got injured. Marcel, Martin/Marty, Ryan, Andee...it would have been hilarious if it wasn't so painful.
"If one of you would unlock the balcony doors before you leave, I'd appreciate it," she said calmly. She wasn't ready to walk to the cafeteria, but there was nothing with getting a bit of fresh air later.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 6:23 pm
S t e p h e n
- - -
Robin~Hood Steve shrugged and crossed his arms looking back at the school once more.
"Marian is... Boring. We tried it, but eh. I need more then that to keep me busy, I think that's why I have so may merry men, ya know?"
Robin winked and gave a wide smile. He wasn't gay but if he did take interest in a fit young man that wouldn't be to out of the ordinary.The outlaw brushed off his shoulder and part of him wanted to run his fingers though her silky red hair but another part of him was appalled for even thinking about that. The boy put his hands into his back pockets and looked down at his sneakers.
"We should go back in, I... Need me to walk you to your room? or can you handle your self for that long?"
The boy looked agitated, he wanted to get back, he wanted to wish Aquila good night and he wanted to sleep. Sleep was a very important thing for the young man. Sleep was one of his favorite things.
"Come on Perv."
The outlaw reached out to put his arm around the girl's shoulders and start walking. He liked that he hadn't gotten hit yet. Usually Roxy was more protective of her little scrawny body. Tonight she had only poked him, that was it... Maybe- NO! No. Roxy was untouchable. The school had already threatened him one for getting to close to her... He would not get that end of the stick.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:00 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾  Roxy rolled her eyes at him. Like she wanted to know that bit of information. To be honest, she could have lived without it. Besides, he was acting as if he was uncomfortable or restraining himself. Thus, making the whole thing awkward.
Seriously, he asked her that? You don't go around asking Artemis whether or not she can handle herself, no matter for what length of time, or what situation. It was just insulting. Roxy narrowed her eyes at him and scowled. Basically, she refused to answer that question, and had been about to stalk off without another word, however, she was stopped. Stephen had wrapped one arm around her shoulders. Ugh! He called her a perv once again.
That was it. He had worn on her nerves too much for one evening. Quickly, Roxy turned and grabbed both of his shoulders and shoved his back up against a nearby decorative lamp post. Quite frankly, she didn't care if that one move hurt him. It would serve him right if he did. "You'd do well to remember a few things...One..I can always handle myself. I don't need a man to look after me...."
That was one issue she wanted to make clear. She didn't care if he was just trying to be nice. Stephen should know her well enough that asking her a question like that was a major insult. It also never went over well with her. "Two...quit calling me a perv. Being the goddess of maidenhood makes me the farthest thing from a pervert....Or, at least you should know better than to say that to me..." She said, getting in his face about it.
Roxy didn't know why Stephen got under her skin that badly. However, she had a feeling that it would always be that way with him. If only he wasn't so frustrating! She didn't even realize how close she was to him due to her agitation with him. It was probably a good thing though..
.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:29 pm
S t e p h e n
- - -
Robin~Hood "God Woman! It was a Joke! Ouch."
Robin had hit his spin on the hard metal lamp pole and hadn't really expected any backlash for an innocent joke like that. The boy grew annoyed when Roxy got all up in his face. He had just tried to be a nice guy and she got all pissy about it.
"I'll say what I want to say to you Perv god, I was being a gentleman and you're acting like a twelve year old boy. So get out of my face before I make you."
Steve was losing it, he needed sleep, and he needed to get away from people. This was why he hated people, that sense of entitlement they all had. Even Roxy acted like just because she was here she should be treated like a freaking goddess or something. No. She was just a girl, a girl that he should be allowed to do what ever he wanted with. Steve took a breath and in one quick motion... Slapped the red head across the face with his open hand. She was so close it.
' S L A P '
The sound was sharp and loud and Steve froze, looking down at the girl he had just struck. His palm stung from the force of impact. He drew it back to his side and kept a solemn look on his face. Roxy would shut up now if she knew what was good for her, she would just walk away. Steve leaned up against the pole and frowned as if he didn't care at all that he had just hit a girl in the face.
"I think you should run along now before I do something worse."
His voice was clam and collected, maybe even a tad cocky. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lips. The guy was never going to apologize... He was confident that what he had done was the right thing.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:35 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin smiled and thanked the girls quietly before scanning the room. No sign of Roxy or Ryan...he guessed he was gonna go and check on Sierra then. With a tiny wave (he really didn't think the girls were paying attention but it didn't hurt to be polite), he left the cafeteria and walked back down towards the girls' dormitories.
Welp, that was a bust. It would have been so much easier to find people if he had been in Beast form. It was useful like that. Extreme smell, sight, taste, sound...and a bit of extra height and strength was nice. The fur was a bit itchy. He looked really scary, but he preferred to think of it as being a big fluffy pup. Marty also got a bit antsy when in that form - he needed to run and do stuff. And after a while, those extreme senses he had got overwhelming. It really wasn't cool to smell all the crap on people or hear "conversations" between two people. It got him a bit cranky actually.
He sighed. Honestly, it had made no sense to him. He wasn't scary or mean like the Beast. It was kind of disheartening that he had to be such a cranky character, but hey. At least he wasn't going to get hurt ever again. That made everything worth it.
Marty was pretty content with life now. No longer would he have to worry when he'd be getting his next meal. No more beatings. No more drunken screams of how little Marty was worth. No more scars. And definitely no more dogs....he shook his head to rid himself of those dark thoughts. Come on, he really shouldn't be thinking about it. It always depressed him...Martin highly doubted Sierra would like talking to a darker, depressed him. And he also didn't know her that well to trust her with that kind of talk. He was fine. Yeah. He was perfectly a-okay.
When he got to her room, he looked at the ground to see a meal already there. Huh? Did that mean Ryan didn't go in to see her? Or did someone else drop off food? He set the peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the tray and picked it up with one hand.
With his other hand, he weakly knocked the door. He could tell someone else was in the room with Sierra via muffled noise, but wasn't sure who it was. Marty supposed he was gonna find out. Oh he hoped it wasn't Ryan and that he'd interrupted something.
For a millisecond, he was...angry? Disappointed? That was utterly weird. He LIKED Ryan (not like that, just a friend) and he barely knew Sierra. Maybe because she was injured...yeah. That was it. It wasn't good for her to be so injured. Did she honestly need to be wounded for her story? She could probably get the moral of the story across without getting hurt like that...right?
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:57 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy scowled at him. Being a gentleman? Please! He had been insulting her. As if he didn't know. "Being a gentleman consists of calling women pervs? Wow. It's a wonder any girl would consider being with you..." She stated through clenched teeth. "And I'll get in your face all I want..."
'S L A P'
Roxy definitely didn't see that coming. It all happened in a second. Her cheek stung from where his hand came in abrupt contact with it. That was it. She hadn't thought it was possible, but her rage meter just went through the roof, so to speak. And there he was, acting as if nothing had happened, being all cool and calm. If it were possible, he would have seen little flames in her eyes. .
To top it off, he thought he could threaten her. Stupid move. Extremely stupid. In a blur, Roxy brought her hand up to his head. Not to slap him, no. She grabbed a handful of his mop of hair and used it to pull his head forward a bit before slamming it back into the pole. Hard. She didn't care if he'd have a knot on his head, didn't care if he'd have a concussion. As far as she was concerned, he deserved it.
"Do your worst, Robin Hood...for I will always best you...I'll Never back down at a challenge. Anything you can do, I can do better..." She said, in a cold harsh tone. She'd never let him win, not if she could help it. This wasn't over. Far from it if he kept up the way he was going. Yes, Roxy was definitely a fiery red head. Hot tempered to say the least. Vindictive at times too. Zeus help Stephen for messing with her. It would not end well. For either of them, it seemed.
.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 8:37 pm
S t e p h e n
- - -
Robin~Hood When Roxy grabbed his head and slammed it as hard as she could into the pole Steve gasped. Hie skull bounced off from the force of impact and he took a step forward, passing Roxy and reaching up to hold his head in his hand. His vision was obstructed by... Stars? He saw stars, real yellow five pointed stars. After a moment he regained his sight and looked at Roxy pure anger in his eyes. The guy drew his hand back in a fist and threw it at the girl. HE was aiming for her face but his vision was blury and he felt kind of cold and weird... Something was definitely up.
"I can Do ANYthin' Betta th-en You."
Steve frowned and blinked a lot, tried to get his sight back to twenty twenty and no messed up like it was now, he could hardly see anything. His head throbbed and he was super tired but he couldn't back down from a fight especially with Roxy. Yeah she was a girl but she was also the one person who might beat him at the one thing he was good at.
It's not like he had anything else going for him... He was an archer, that's it, a gay archer. Steve just liked his character because he won in the end... And got to run a lot. Boy did that boy love to run. It was like he was made for it too. Steve could run as fast if not faster then any one in the whole school. He was a legend.
Roxy would pay for what she did... Something was wrong, he could feel it, and Robin Hood never backed down from a fight. His words were coming out wrong, his body wasn't working right... Something had happened.
"'uck ew.. Roxa."
He might be impaired but he wouldn't give up. Steve was a fighter, a real good guy. A master at all things awesome. And giving up in a fight was never awesome. Even if he was fighting a girl, he wouldn't give up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:05 pm
 Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice Ephraim awoke to the sound of an acoustic guitar. The music coming from the instrument was not entirely awful, only a few mistakes here and there. The vocals... The voice that broke and squeaked and was out of tune. This is what awoke Eph from his much needed sleep. He tried to roll over and ignore the musical disaster but no matter how he situated himself in the folds of his bed, he could not escape from the sound. He grew angrier and angrier in his tired state; Ephraim was not an example of human virtue after being woken up. The school had struggled to find an alarm clock that could survive the magical tortures that often left them melted, shattered or crushed. Eventually, they just put a magic absorption talisman in it, which Ephraim countered by having his imps destroy it with baseball bats.
He was almost to the point of magical abuse when suddenly the singing stopped. Ephraim laughed out loud in relief and lay back down in his soft bed. This lasted all of about ten seconds when the voice started singing about the history of Mesopotamia. When he reached the verse describing the second invasion of the small civilization, Ephraim couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out of bed, sheets flying every which way, and grabbed his necklace.
"D'zar!!! Come to me!"
The imp was a dark blood color with no visible clothing or sex. He had a hunched, two-foot frame with small, lanky limbs. He had a trail of dark bristly hair that started from his head and continued down to his stumpy tail. The tail had a barb at the end which was made of the same horn-like substance as the two spirals coming out above his small black eyes. D'zar was the more intelligent of the two imps at Ephraim's disposal and the closest thing that a sorcerer and demon ever came to 'friends'.
"I'm sure you have a good reason for awakening me during my shedding cycle."
It was true, pale scale-like flakes were peeling off of the imp's normally smooth skin. Imps eventually would grow into full-fledged demons, but the process usually entailed such disgusting bodily changes. Ephraim remembered when he thought puberty was bad.
"Go to the source of this annoying racket and stay invisible and silent. When I come into the room, cover the walls with cold-fire and scream out your most terrifying wail."
D'zar listened to the music and was about to comment before he saw the look on Ephraim's face and decided it was in his best interest to disappear. Ephraim slipped on his slippers and stomped out of his dorm and down the hall. He muttered a cantrip to burst open the door and strode into the room. D'zar did an excellent job with his theatrics; everything looked as if it were on fire. Ephraim strode up to the stunned Ryan with his eye twitching under barely contained rage.
"Shut up!! Some people are trying to sleep! What would possess you to sing such an obnoxious, horrible song at this hour?!?"
Ephraim truly looked frightening like this, and his normally unnoticeable physical size suddenly became very evident as he towered over Ryan.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:08 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy was a bit satisfied as he put his head in his hand. It seemed as if he couldn't see for a moment. Serves him right. Don't insult Artemis. It never ends well. She smirked a bit, however, she was suddenly aware of his fist coming towards her unsteadily. She tried to move out of the way, but his fist caught the side of her mouth, giving her a bloody lip. The metallic taste of her own blood made her focus even more on her opponent.
"No....You....Can't..." Roxy stated, loudly and resolutely. She didn't care that he was stumbling around like an idiot, well, almost. Somewhere, deep down inside her, she felt worried about him, and bad that she hurt him. However, that part of her was shoved inside a dark closet by her temper.
It was hard for her to calm down once she got going. Something she needed to work on. Well, not at the current moment. Did he really just try and say '******** you'? She scoffed at the mere mention of the phrase. "Yeah, like you or any guy would, right?" She stated scathingly. Apparently he was too oblivious to the fact that he shouldn't be enticing her any longer. It already appeared as if he had a concussion.
She pulled back her hand and popped him one good time in the nose. If he was going to spill her blood, by the gods, she'd to the same to him. She didn't realize she was getting out of breath. However, once she did, she ignored that too. Roxy had to completely focus on Stephen, make sure he didn't try and hit her again. .
.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:39 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan strummed the guitar and sang. He completely forgot the time, and that he was in the dorms... The god really let loose. He closed his eyes and focused on the sound produced by his cheap acoustic guitar.
Went the door burst open Ryan looked up and saw that his whole room was on fire! And Eph was yelling at him, and there was screaming! and his room was on fire! and Ephraim was there! And his room was ON FIRE! The redhead shrieked and dropped his guitar on the bed standing up and gasping for breath.
"Oh GOD Ephraim! FIRE! F-Fire, WE have to. F- WE-..."
Ryan took two big steps towards the boy but in that time he managed to breath way to much and it was like he was having some kind of panic attack. He couldn't breath! He would die, alone here burning to death alone forever! The boy grabbed at his throat and dropped to his knees, tears starting to roll down his pale cheeks.
"I- I can'tbr-r-rea-thh."
Ryan swallowed air and his mouth hung open like a dieing fish. This was a panic attack all right... He hardly ever had these any more, but this was an extreme situation and he probably needed it. The ginger looked up at Eph from the floor with terror stricken hazel eyes, his glasses were caty-wampus and he was quickly becoming very pink.
"Eph-e... Help!"
Normally to help with a panic attack he asked for a hug of a short pep talk. Ryan squirmed on the floor and clutched his throat with both hands, hardly able to stay conscious.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 12:32 pm
S t e p h e n
- - -
Robin~Hood The punch to the nose sent Steve reeling, he stumbled back and coughed... Unable to say much, he just had to get away from this, form her.The poor guy tired to walk towards the building and was disheartened to find that his legs had given out and he was falling forward... He landed in the grass face first... There was a warm wet sensation on his lips and if he could see himself at that moment he would be worried about his life... The outlaw's nose was bleeding profusely and it was not pretty. He got himself sitting up just in time to lose his dinner on the grass in front of him. He put a hand up to his aching face and took it back to see that it was wet with dark red blood.
" I-... I'm tired."
It was all he could think of, his body felt weird, light and heavy, Hurt and tingly. Robin Hood leaned forward a tad to vomit once more... not much came out the second time around, he was empty at least... The kid's eyelids dropped and he scooted back about a yard before rolling over onto his face and closing his eyes. His head had never felt like this, so much pain, and his nose was almost as bad... Would he die? He didn't know. Steve hoped that if he did die he would die sooner rather then later, he was in so much pain.
The boy never liked to get hurt, he could usually avoid fighting all together but Roxy just got under his skin like no one else could. He dry heaved and brought his knees up to his chest as he rolled onto his side. The outlaw was done, he couldn't fight, he couldn't even walk. Even if he did want to hurt Roxy he wouldn't be able to. He didn't have the gall to do any lasting damage to her. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't THAT crazy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:06 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy's face paled as she watched him stumble and eventually fall to the ground. What had she done? She felt like crap. That little part of her that was worried about him had burst out of that little dark closet where it had been held hostage. She took a step forward before he sat up and threw up. This wasn't good.
Stephen's nose was bleeding too. Great. Just freakin perfect. She took another step forward, he began dry heaving. Roxy got a knot in her chest. Why had she acted so stupidly? Well, because he had irked her. That, and he had hit her first. Once she got going, she didn't tend to back down easily. However, it looked like he wouldn't retaliate any further. "Stephen...I am so...so sorry..." She said, hopefully loud enough where he could hear.
Roxy knelt down beside him, taking off her jacket and using it to mop up some of the blood. She was doing her best to be gentle, ignoring the stinging in her own lip as it started to swell up from the hit she got from him earlier. She went to wrap her arm around his torso, hauling him up. Her muscles were going to be sore tomorrow. First hauling a deer through the forest, now trying to carry Stephen, who was around the same size as her, and probably weighed a bit more.
Not like she cared. She managed to get him standing, even if it was mostly her that was supporting you. "I know you're tired, but you can't go to sleep...you might never wake up..." She didn't want that. To be honest, she'd miss him getting under her skin. "We can't lose our Robin Hood, now can we?" She stated, making sure she kept her emotions out of this. They weren't important. Not now. Making sure he was okay, or would be okay, was the mission .
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You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:01 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  Satisfied with the fact that Sierra would be taking it easy but trying not to show it Marcel opened the left side of his jacket, revealing the small pocket cleverly hidden there, and pulled out a neatly folded bundle of papers. The quick action in turn accidentally tugging out a half started Black and Mild as it caught in a folded corner of the notes.
It was only Marcel's quick reflexes that saved the thin cigar from the floor. And it was with clear concern that he examined the cancerous stick to make sure that it was still intact for use. Doing the same with the papers, only looking for soot stains that may have rubbed off. He finally gave a small grunt of satisfaction at finding nothing more damaging than the sweet vanilla scent that was common of his smokes.
"Sorry about the condition..." Marcel said in reference to the smell as he placed it on the bed next to her. He wasn't sure how Sierra felt about his little habit, hadn't really breached the subject because on principal he avoided smoking around her as much as he could. So she knew about his small addiction...but never truly confronted it, "Forgot I even had it in there."
If he remembered correctly he had stuffed the thing in his pocket about two days ago. A close call that had almost became closer as he snuffed out the stick and shoved it in his pocket to avoid getting caught by one of the administrators haunting the school grounds. It had taken quite a bit of convincing and a small measure of flattery to finally get off with only a warning. A great feat considering the teacher had the brilliant personality of a brain dead toad and a face to match. And afterwards he had searched the around for another place to settle, but finding none had just returned to his room. The jacket, and the cigar within it, totally forgotten as it was thrown in a nearby chair.
Sticking it back in his pocket where it had been found, Marcel returned to the current conversation, " Your assignment. And some notes generously donated from one of our fellow classmates."
The notes were obviously not his own. The curly lines a little bit too delicate for his bold dark strokes. But they were well written and legible, the wording precise as it went into detail of the dark intricateness of the human mind. If they had truly been his own he would have been proud, " You can catch up on your work while you're down for the count."
Not that Sierra would need to be reminded to do her work. If he hadn‘t volunteered to get it for her then she would have found someone else that would. She was just that determined to keep up her grade. Canting his head in Stetson‘s direction Marcel included him in his plans, “ Maybe we‘ll do the whole love-love thing later. I just want to get something down my throat and leave. Have fun with your girl.”
The words were lacking his usual flare. His distraction evident as he glanced in the direction of the closed portal and placed a comforting hand on his stomach. Hunger made him kind of grouchy if staved for too long. True enough he had experience a hunger deeper than this before but even then he hadn‘t taken the status pleasantly. Not to mention that since then he had been spoiled with the regular meals that the school provided. The conversation settled, or at least within his mind it was, Marcel walked to the door. A half formed good bye on his lips as he opened it. Just missing the soft knock that had stuck the wooden barrier as he reached for the knob….
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:03 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Nodding his head at Sierra, Schraeder strode across the room and flipped the balcony doors' lock open. He leaned on the wall next to it and observed with interest as Marcel retrieved the notes from his pocket. A smoker? That was unusual, since the rules forbade it. Schraeder had given it up before coming here, and hadn't bother to look back since then. It was interesting that Marcel did it, though - clearly didn't like the rules, probably why Sierra was interested in him. Ah, and he had even gotten her notes from a class. It was almost sad to see the poor guy being manipulated so much by the queen. He must have thought it was real. Schraeder shook his head to himself and glanced away. As he looked out at the back lawn, he saw...were those people fighting? Ah man, Schraeder wanted to go check that out - being tied up got him all ready to fight too. "Yeah, later Sierra. Feel better, I might drop in later tonight." He threw her a wink and jumped off the balcony at about the same time Marcel left, meaning that he too missed the soft knock on the door. When he landed on the ground, Schraeder straightened up and dusted himself off before walking casually over to the fight. It appeared to be over, though, and one of the fighters was even a female! Before Schraeder could groan in disappointment, though, he felt the tension in the air and could see the body of the boy was definitely covered in blood and probably fading fast. Cocky exterior aside, the King of Thieves jogged the last stretch. "What happened here?" he asked Roxy. He had seen her in the halls a few times, but he didn't know her name and wasn't sure if she knew who he was. King or not, she was a Goddess, so maybe she didn't bother. Either way, Schraeder probably needed to save...oh no. Was that Robin Hood? He was one of the only ones at this damn school that the King of Thieves could relate to, and hope to be friends with. This was definitely not good.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:03 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy had started walking with Stephen to the nurse. He wasn't too heavy to lead along, even in a semi-conscious state. As long as she was able to keep up at her constant pace, she'd get there within ten to fifteen minutes. Something she was confident she could do. However, her luck was running short at the moment.
As it was, she felt like crap for hurting Stephen that badly. Her temper had definitely showed through in that move. Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID! She didn't mean to give him a concussion, honest! Roxy figured that if she could get him to the nurse, she wouldn't have to worry about Stephen, he'd be okay. That was what she wanted, even though he may have been mumbling protests in his current mindset. Her mental scolding session was broken by a voice.
Someone had jogged up to the duo. The male was only slightly familiar . Wasn't he royalty or something? Regardless, he was getting in the way at the moment, and she didn't need to postpone getting Stephen to the Nurse for too much longer. "Look, I don't have time to stand here and chat." She said rather bluntly, not worrying about the formalities. "Me and Robin Hood, here, just got into one of our occasional arguments. I'm trying to get him to the nurse..." She said, continuing on her way.
Roxy wasn't going to take help from him, she wasn't going to explain in depth. She wasn't even going to give him a second glance. Her mind was set on getting Stephen to the nurse, Royal pain or not. "Nothing else to see, nothing else to do here...So, good night and good bye." With that, she hauled Stephen up a bit, and continued at a slightly quicker pace than before. Maybe, just maybe, the guy would go away.
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You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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