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 Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 12:25 pm
The first thing that Loki became aware of was the unfamiliar smell. She didn't know what she was expecting to smell, but she wasn't expecting the smell of stone and burning wood. He hearing came next ans she heard the crackle of fire burning somewhere close by. The next sense that came to her was a sense of touch. She felt warm and comfortable, the soft but scratchy feeling of old blankets bewildered her. She was in a bed. When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry as she stared up at the stone ceiling. Her eyes adjusted and she took in her surroundings. She was a small room with a nice fireplace ablaze, giving the room its warmth. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, wondering how she got here. She pulled the covers off, put her feet on the floor and was bewildered to find she wasn't wearing any shoes. In fact she wasn't wearing any of her old clothes, but a nightgown. "Am I dreaming? Why am I wearing this?" she said to herself. She spotted an old wardrobe closet and walked to it, thinking her clothes were in there. They weren't there. She let out a sigh and tried to familiarize herself with her surrounding while searching for her knapsack. Once she'd gone through the whole of the room she went to the fireplace to warm her hands, and try and remember what happened and how she got here. Then she remembered the fight she had with the other student. Now she went to the wardrobe and grabbed an old cloak from within. It was plain and black, and not very comfortable, but at least it was warmer than her nightgown. She wasn't sure where she was and want sure how she would get where the fight had been. She opened the wooden door and peered out into the stone hallway. Seems empty enough. The other direction was one long hallway with other doors and corridors connecting. She decided to go down that way. As she walked she took in her surroundings to make sure she knew the way in case she needed to come back.
Her intuition was correct and she soon found herself a door leading outside. Pushing through it she proceeded to the gate, which was now closed. She was sure this wasn't the same gate she had been seeing from the other side before, so it must be another side of the keep. With no other options she skirted the wall and thus the perimeter of the castle. She came across a gate, then another, and finally spotted her knap sack on the other side, laying in the forest. She cursed under her breath, knowing she couldn't slip through the bars. They were too closely spaced together, but she desperately wanted to get to her knapsack. It contained her personal items, knick knacks that her dad had given here over the years, some of her favorite books, and also contained an extra set of clothes. She looked up at the gate, it looked easy enough to climb, she'd only have to be careful of the spikes on top. So she got to it. When she reached the top, careful not to get the cloak caught on a spike, she heaved herself over and climbed down. She looked up at the sky and thanked whoever might be up there for her strength and handling she had learned from travels to get here. Her feet where aching from the climb. She rubbed them for a moment, and went to the clearing and grabbed her knapsack, then looked around for anything else that may have been left. She spotted bits and pieces of cloth, ripped bits and pieces, and realized that they were from her favorite shirt. That jerk ripped up my favorite shirt, that weirdo! she stamped her foot in frustration then spotted her boots. At least he didn't get to those, but he'll get his. She walked over to the boots and slipped them on. She went back to the gate and tossed he knapsack over, knowing full well that her knick knacks were safely wrapped up in her pair of extra clothes. She climbed back over the gate, easier now that the bars weren't eating into here bare feet. When she reached the top again she slid down, but caught her elbow on one of the spikes. She winced, and almost lost her balance, but managed to catch herself. She quickly climbed down and looked at her elbow. The cut wasn't too deep, but it sure seemed to be bleeding a lot. Not really thinking she wiped at it with the cloak. Then the thought occurred to her that this wasn't her cloak and the person that it belonged to probably wouldn't appreciate someone elses blood on it. Ill apologize it when the time comes, she thought to herself, and hurried off back to the room.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:48 pm
oO________Kata________Oo
As Kata wandered around the wilderness in this strange country, she no longer bothered to step quietly. She had been lost for well over an hour and was growing weary of it. She stomped through the forest floor, breaking sticks and twigs, crushing leaves, and kicking dirt, betting that something was bound to hear her lost footsteps. Though, if that something was not something she would want to attract to herself, she had yet to come up for a plan for that.
Feeling desolate in this unfamiliar terrain, she sat down on a tree root for rest. It was large and uncomfortable against her tailbone and getting her favorite pea-coat even dirtier. She looked at her watch; it was almost 2 o' clock in the morning. She sighed heavily and looked up to the rooftop of the forest, trying to peer through the tree limbs. Will I ever find this place? she thought. Maybe I can try those werewolf powers of mine out.
She closed her eyes and tried to focus. She was unsure of what to focus on, so she started with her breathing--in and out, slowly. She waited a couple of seconds, but there was nothing--only blackness. She sighed wearily, again. She wasn't even sure if she was what that letter had claimed her to be. Surely it was all coincidence: her having nightmares? The break-in with her window? But, then, she forced herself to give it one more shot. At first, there wasn't much, just a slightly richer, earthier scent filling her nostrils. Then, it all came at once: she could hear things, things barely perceptible to human ears: animals running through the forest. She could hear the tip-toe of a deer nearby and the quiet hooting of an owl and the scurrying of a field mouse. She could hear the wings of a moth beat a few feet above her head. She could smell the sweat of something else...
Crack.
It was the tiniest of noises. A twig breaking softly underfoot.
"Vad? Vem er han där?" What? Who is there?
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 8:36 pm
| That Silent Kid. || The one I'm trying to avoid; Kata |☆═━┈┈━═☆ He had become confident in his steps awhile back, no one was in the forest, no one in the forest to tease and the animals only cared about his presence when he was too close or too close to their dens. He was walking right now, but a few minutes ago he had been running through the trees, kicking the leaves and laughing out loud that it had seemed to echo. He didn’t get a few people, you could find complete joy in solitude; especially when it was only what you had. His lanky form moved easily through the forest, he was surprised at his stamina, he rarely had to rest, but then again, it could have been the strength his beast inside him gave.
He was slightly hungry, but he could wait until he got to the academy. He stopped, setting his bag on the floor. He took a quick stretch before digging out of his pocket the map. He traced all the way through to where he was supposedly at. He peered around, apparently not too far from the school. Actually, he was close. Sighing, Vincent grabbed his bag and shouldered it before stuffing the map back in his pocket and started walking again. He took the time to admire around him; the forest was beautiful – magical even. It was fresh, so much different from his home, from the town; he smoke, the greasy smells, the smell of the humans so heavy that you drowned in it. He was glad to experience this.
Being lost in his daydreams, he stepped on a large twig. He flinched when one half of it flew up because of the force and snapped him in the leg. He became frozen when he heard a feminine voice called out. What is a girl doing here? He headed towards the voice and before he knew it, was face to face with a girl about his age sitting on a large root. “I – ah – uh…” He stumbled before his throat locked up. He looked to the ground, was she here to go to Blackthorn as well? Vincent suddenly became very conscious of his appearance. He was unshaven, traveling for days left a small goatee and sideburns on his face and his hair was sticking up in the front. The bottom of his pants and shoes were muddy and his s**t was slightly dirty from the days of travel. His nervous blue eyes peered up again and he coughed softly, looking down. “You are heading to the academy as w-well?”
He then mentally kicked himself, the girl had spoken in a foreign language! Could she even understand him?
☆═━┈┈━═☆ With ȿςῒɇήςɇ;
you are bound to ʆȯȿɇ
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:19 pm
oO________Kata________Oo
A young man appeared before Kata. She shook off her fright with an inaudible sigh of relief.
"Oh. Ja--" she began in Swedish, but, shaking her head, she began again in English "--Yes, I mean." She had a fairly thick Swedish accent to her light voice.
She looked up at the man. She could sense his unease as she looked at him and also his surprise that she spoke English. Of course I speak English! I'm not some uneducated country bumpkin! She thought back to the hours she had spent at the desk in her room studying her English. It was hard for her to learn--much harder than any of her maths or sciences, but her professors said if she wanted to get anywhere in the world outside of Sweden, she must know English. She, rather unwillingly, obliged.
From the dirt on his clothes, she was able to deduce that he had traveled much farther than she had. And his accent was different from the British accents she had heard in the least couple days. A German accent, maybe? She was also able to deduce that it was his sweat she had smelled just a second earlier. She thought nothing of his stutter, figuring it was because she had startled him as much as he had startled her, and that it would go away in a minute or two.
"I'm lost," she blurted out. "I don't know where the school is."
Her feet ached and she was tired and hungry and in desperate need of a shower. Her stomach growled as she thought of food. She had nearly run out of money on the way here: a train ticket, a plane ticket, and another train ticket, along with food and a one-night stay in that old widow's "bed and breakfast," had left her with only 10 euros. She was still wondering if she was a werewolf, despite what her had just senses told her. I shouldn't feel so... human anymore, should I?
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:08 pm
| That Silent Kid. || The one I'm trying to avoid; Kata |☆═━┈┈━═☆ He sighed in soft relief that she knew English, but then again, any person that had be enrolled into an education would know some forms the of the global language. As she started to talk, Vincent soon found it hard to keep up. His Autism started to kick in and he grew even more nervous. He felt his hands start to get sweaty and he became rather skittish. Damn me.
“I uh… I k-know where the…” He paused in his speech, looking back and forth between the ground and the girl. “Follow me… I-It’s not that far.” This was the most he had spoken to a girl ever. Not to mention, he found the girl rather pretty as well. He didn’t know what to do, so he stood there, waiting for the girl to stand up. If his parents had taught him some sort of gentleman manners, he would have helped her up, but, his father figured he would never get a woman to continue the family name so one, his father did not teach him and two, his father was trying for another son.
As soon as the girl stood up, Vincent pointed in the Western direction. “It’s… That way, less than… a mile,” He glanced at her for a moment before he started to walk. He heard her stomach, but he didn’t have any extra food to offer to the girl. He walked silently for a couple of minutes, his body slightly hunched and he walked with a shuffle, his feet losing the confidence they had only minutes ago.
He peered back up at her, he figured, that he might as well give her his name. Though, as soon as they got to the gate grounds and she didn’t need him anymore, she’d forget him within a second. It always happened with like that. “The name is V-Vincent,” He started, taking in a shaky breath from his nervousness, being alone with one person got him like this, imagine a crowd, “Vincent Black… Y-You?” ☆═━┈┈━═☆ With ȿςῒɇήςɇ;
you are bound to ʆȯȿɇ
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:40 pm
oO________Kata________Oo
As the two walked in the right direction for the school, Kata walked slightly behind him, watching both him and the ground. The times he did speak, he still had that hesitating stutter. Kata began to realize that this was something more than just a startle for him. She immediately pictured the boy from school she had known that had a stutter. He was never able to get rid of his stutter completely and he was bullied mercilessly throughout elementary school. He had never gone into a regular high school, but had gone to a trade school instead. Last Kata had heard, he was still at home with his parents.
The silence was awkward. She was not used to someone being so quiet. She gripped her messenger bag closer to her body. She felt the soft plush of her stuffed animal, Ambrosius the Sheep. She blushed slightly as she realized how childish it was of her to bring him and how embarrassing it would be if this stranger found out about him. But she could not imagine a night without Ambrosius near her. Then, the man broke the silence: he introduced himself. Vincent Black. An ordinary English name, but why does he have a German accent? She noticed he didn't hold out his hand for a typical handshake greeting, so she withheld her hand as well.
"I'm Katarina Lindt--like the chocolates," she replied. "But, call me Kata."
As the two continued to walk, the silence remained. Kata began to look around her at the surroundings. It suddenly seemed creepy to be in this dark forest. She felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. To try and subside the eeriness, she began to quickly thumb through ideas in her head for a solution.
Kata began to hum a song, something that seemed fitting for the current situation. The song: Thriller.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:29 pm
| That Silent Kid. || The one I'm trying to avoid; Kata |☆═━┈┈━═☆ “You have a German name,” He commented lightly before returning his gaze to the front. She was certainly Swedish – her heavy accent proved that – but then again, why did that matter? He was German and he had a rather normal name. Vincent also took notice that she had said ‘just like the chocolates’. He thought about it, he actually never heard of the brand name, but then again, he came from a poor family. But he did like sweets, so he smiled softly to himself when she said her name was like the brand name chocolates. Vincent then soon started to wonder on how many nationalities would be at the school.
He let the silence settle, deciding he wouldn’t embarrass himself further by talking. He heard her humming and Vincent slightly perked up, listening to it. He let that fill the silent and dark area around them. About five minutes into the walk, the canvases of the trees started to clear and the tops of buildings started to show. “There it i-is,” He murmured softly, feeling his eyes start to glue on the buildings.
He had never seen anything so spectacular and he started in wonder. The moon played against the buildings in an eerie way but also had an odd welcoming. Instantly, the young male felt himself drawn. Soon enough, they stumbled upon a half-open gate and Vincent tilted his head slightly in slight curiosity. Why would they let the gate stay open? But then the question became really obvious, for still wandering students for them.
He peered back at Kata, “I guess… w-we should go look for a teacher or somethin’,” He tended to do better with teachers than actual students and he doubted that many of the students knew each other personally. Were they hostile? Nice? Tolerate?
Swallowing hard, Vincent entered the gates slowly, ready to take anything that would fly at him.
☆═━┈┈━═☆ With ȿςῒɇήςɇ;
you are bound to ʆȯȿɇ
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:15 am
oO________Kata________Oo
As the castle--for that was what Kata saw, came into view, she seemed to forget to breathe. This is the school? she thought in amazement. It was more grand than anything she had ever seen, even in Stockholm. The roofs of the buildings, the spires, all seemed to reach up to the sky, to the moon. The castle seemed old, ancient--like it had been here for a long time. Just how long have you been here?
Kata stepped through the gate and walked slowly ahead, her eyes on the giant buildings, her mouth gaping open in awe. Vincent mentioned something about finding a professor, but Kata ignored his statement to keep admiring Blackthorn. "Fantastisk... Have you ever seen anything like it, Vincent?"
She looked down at the ground. Even in the moonlight, she could tell it was the greenest of grasses. She knelt down to feel the blades with her fingers. They were soft and a little wet with a dew. Excited, she began to take off her brown prairie boots, not caring what Vincent would think of her. It had been such a long time since she had seen such green grass! Living in a large city, there was little green for her to enjoy, except for what few potted plants her mother had not managed to kill. As her bare feet touched the cool, damp grass, she shuddered in exultation. She closed her eyes and wiggled her toes, taking in every possible thing she could of her new life. She didn't feel the need to hold back her impulses anymore. Her parents weren't there to tell her how wrong they were. Her friends weren't there to curb them. She felt free.
Hearing a shuffle behind her, she turned her head to face Vincent, who was coming inside the gates. She wanted someone to enjoy this with her, even if he was cripplingly shy.
"Come on! You should try it with me! The professors can wait!"
The professors could wait. So could the other students, as curious as she was about them. And my roommate. Will I have a roommate? But this--this was her first time here and it would be her only first time. Her thoughts on what lay ahead for her could wait as well. She wanted to make this new feeling last.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:39 pm
 Cristian was exhausted. His encounter with Loki earlier had scared and surprised him, and when he walked into the room the teach had told him was his temporary lodging he just dropped his pack and sprawled out onto the bed.
An hour or so later his eyes opened up to an unfamiliar ceiling. It looked like a starless sky, and it was certainly cold enough to be outside. He wondered where he was and what had happened earlier, then remembered the fight with Loki, the female teach taking her away, the blond teach leading them to their dorms. He must have passed out from exhaustion. He rubbed his head and sat up. He looked around at the room, taking in all the beautiful details. Like the other students he couldn't help but feel awed by it, especially the fact that these were their temporary rooms. He saw pale moonlight drift in from a window, and his pack laying in the middle of the floor. Standing up he grabbed his pack and set it at the end of the bed. He slipped off his shoes, but didn't bother changing. He walked over to the window and opened it. He was wrong about it being cold inside. Outside was even colder. He looked out anyway at the sprawling grounds. He saw treetops on the other side of the outer wall, and mountains in the distance. He sighed. It was all so majestic looking in the moonlight.
There was movement below . A figure walking across the grass. Cristian leaned forward to get a better look, and nearly fell out the window. It was Loki, and he had no desire to see her again. He ducked behind the window sill, just in case. He remembered running from her earlier, and wondered if that was how Bill had felt that night. Cristian shivered and felt guilt like a rock in his stomach. He looked back out. Loki was off in the distance, walking along the gate. After a moment she was out of sight. Cristian felt a pang of regret. To her he was a monster. He knew they would be enemies from now on, but he hoped he wouldn't get his throat torn out anytime soon.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 3:51 pm
| That Silent Kid. || The one I'm trying to avoid; Kata |☆═━┈┈━═☆ Vincent shook his head at her question; no he had not seen anything so wondrous in his life. The only thing that was grand in his small town in Germany was the small church in the middle of the town and that small building was in the dust compared to the beauty of this large place. The spires, the gates, the building itself gave him not only a sense of protection but freedom, promising a new future for the young male. He felt himself get rather excited; he wondered what new adventures and concepts waited for him here! The science must be wonderful.
He heard movement beside him and Kata call his name. Looking over to the young girl, he watched her play in the grass. She invited him to come enjoy this moment – the nature around them. Vincent struggled for a moment before slightly nodding his head. Why not? No one else was here (yet anyways) and she had seemed to accept him well enough. He looked about before coming over and walking on the grass patch, the pale moonlight playing across the blades, giving them almost a white appearance. He bent over and ran his hands through it, before plucking one blade. Almost immediately, his mind started running, on how it gave food to itself and the herbivores that ate it. How the plant went through photosynthesis and the photo-systems and what came out of it.
He dropped the blade back into the grass before looking back at Kata, he noticed instantly that she was excited. He decided to go ahead and enjoy the pleasant company and play along. He took off his boots easily and did the same with his socks. Stuffing the socks into his boots, to not lose them, he was shocked at the softness of the grass. He had always thought Germany was pretty but this, this was far more in comparison. “It’s... amazing,” He commented lightly, peering up at her, watching.
☆═━┈┈━═☆ With ȿςῒɇήςɇ;
you are bound to ʆȯȿɇ
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 4:33 pm
oO________Kata________Oo
"Ja. It is," she whispered with her eyes closed, concentrating. "It's the first moment of my--our new lives."
She stood still for a few more seconds, locked away in her own world. She pictured her friends, her family, her home, her bedroom, and the desk where she spent so many hours studying her subjects. These images, which were once so comforting, now made her feel odd. Her eyebrows locked together in frustration, at the thought of never seeing home again and at the feeling that she was glad about it. Should I feel this way? That was my life, my home. Why don't I miss them? Could I have known all along that wasn't who I was? Questions filled her brain; questions that caused her to come crashing back to reality; questions that made her realize she was weird. She felt heartless--inhuman, that she could seemingly toss aside her life in Sweden so easily.
But her mind formed the question on its own accord, the question she didn't want to think about: Do werewolves not have emotions?
Her face plainly showed her pain and frustration, though she didn't cry--as she thought she would, as she would have on any other occasion.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Vincent had been watching her--intently, strongly, as if he was studying her. She stared back at him for a second and noticed his eyes for the first time. She was only able to catch a glimpse of them: they were blue, a darker blue than her own, but still just as beautiful, just as expressive. In the moonlight, there was a pale gleam in his eyes, making them seem surreal, enchanted. Flustered and embarrassed at having stared just as intently at him (with him aware), she ducked her head and muttered something about going to find a professor.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:10 pm
| That Silent Kid. || The one I'm trying to avoid; Kata |☆═━┈┈━═☆ Her statement was true. His thoughts ran over how he wanted to start this new life, what he wanted to come out of this school with. The most obvious was the beast inside him, then control and overcome this oddness that he had with other people, and then learn more about his most favorite subject; Science.
At first he did not realize he was staring, he had random thoughts in his head. Between noticing how the moon fell on her, wondering how many other werewolves were going to be here, and how lovely her accent was. When she returned his gaze his eyes slightly widened, finally realizing that he had indeed been staring. He would have looked away but their eyes connected and he found himself oddly attracted. He noticed her eye color, and her eyes seemed to be rather sad. A small frown came on his lips – why was she so sad?
She broke the eye-contact and mumbled, with his improved hearing he heard her and peered about. There seemed to be no living thing around. Going back to his boots, he quickly slipped on his socks and then slipped the boots on. He let out a soft sigh, still slightly curious to why the girl he barely knew was upset. It’s really none of my business.
What a lot of people got wrong with him is just because he did not talk, did not mean he was careless. He often watched people (not in a creepy way of course) and wondered what was running through their heads, why they were crying or why they were so angry. He peered back up at her for a moment, getting the slight courage to ask, “You o-okay?”
At that moment someone clearing their throat startled Vincent. He looked wildly up at a middle-aged man, with wispy blonde hair and brown eyes stern. “What are you two doing out here? You are supposed to be in the dorms!”
“W-We just got… here.”
“Speak up boy!” Vincent looked down for a moment, and scratched the back of his head nervously.
“We just got h-here, sir,” Vincent spoke a little more loudly and the teacher nodded.
“Well, follow me, you two.” He made a beckoning movement with his hand and turned, starting to walk. Vincent stole one more glance at Kata before re-shouldering his pack and following behind the teacher slowly.
☆═━┈┈━═☆ With ȿςῒɇήςɇ;
you are bound to ʆȯȿɇ
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 7:36 pm
oO________Kata________Oo
Kata obeyed the aggressive professor. She did not like how he spoke to Vincent, so cruel, so impatient, but then again, he was an authoritative figure. She kept her head ducked down and her eyes low as she picked up her shoes and followed the teacher. She didn't bother to put on her boots again. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks--out of excitement and embarrassment. Feeling like such a fool for acting the way she did in front of a stranger, she didn't answer Vincent's question, with the excuse that the professor had interrupted them.
She followed behind Vincent, in a line. She did not bother to look around anymore, still focusing on her own thoughts. She had convinced herself there would be many other opportunities to gawk at the size and splendor of Blackthorn Academy. She watched Vincent's shuffle. She focused on how he didn't seem to lift his feet off the ground. Why does he walk that way?
When the group reached the inside of a building across the campus, Kata broke from her daze. She stared again, even knowing that staring was impolite. She loved the antiquated feel--she was sure it offered a comforting warmth in any other situation, but for now, she felt dejected.
"There is an empty bed down in that room. Everything you need is in the closet." The professor seemed to grumble this vague statement out to Kata, as if any display of kindness had some adverse effect on him.
Kata silently nodded in acknowledgment and headed for the nearest door.So I do have a roommate? As she reached for the doorknob, she turned to Vincent and looked at him for a couple seconds, now able to see him in the light. She gave him a faint smile and a small wave as she turned the handle and walked inside the room.
She looked within the room. There were two beds and a lit fireplace. The coloring and decor of the room, while not what she would have picked for herself, were inviting. The bed closest to the door, and thus the fireplace, was empty, with the sheets in a tumble. The closet was open and looked as if it had been rummaged through, with a few things lying on the ground. Where is my roommate...?
She walked to the empty, unused bed nearest the window. It was chilly next to the outside wall, but the sheets looked warm. She dropped her shoes onto the floor and her bag next to them. Her feet were now wet and dirty, covered with random blades of grass, not to mention cold. She took off her pea-coat and rested it on the trunk at the end of the bed. She reached in her bag and lifted Ambrosius the Sheep out. Exhausted as she was, her thoughts were racing. I'm not going to sleep tonight, she thought as she pulled the covers back on the bed to climb in.
She laid facing the window, looking out at the night sky, wondering about what tomorrow would hold for her. Maybe ... Vincent? I never thanked him for showing me the way... But, despite her mind running on overdrive, she managed to close her eyes and drift off to a much deserved slumber.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 8:19 pm
 ♛♕ ℳąℜҡ ♕♛ that boy is a ℳϴℕⓈϮЄℜ..... Flip.....Flip.... Mark flipped the pages of his book with a languid movement. The lamp next to him was the only one on in his room, and cast just enough yellow light to read by. He was reading Gray's Anatomy: with an introduction by Alistair Blackthorn, glancing at the bone structure of a fully transformed wolf.
The moon was pretty dim tonight, and the air coming through the window was cool. There were new wolves on campus, quite a few by the looks of things. Mark himself had been at Blackthorn for the past six months, only just into his first Geology class with Feldspar. He was thinking about going into medicine, something that would give him stress, and he thrived in stressful conditions. Economics had long bored him, with its theoretical treatment of ideas one could learn just from being on the streets for a few days.
He closed the book in front of him and rubbed his eyes. He needed sleep. Considering the number of new kids, there would be an address by Alistair in the next couple of days. The last group of newbies hadn't been all too smart, many of them very immature, the type of people Mark had no interest in. The young man let his shirt fall to the floor and fell into bed. He reached behind his head and shut off the warm lamp, closed his eyes, and drifted off. ♕♛----------------------------------------------------------♛♕
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 8:40 pm
| That Silent Kid. || The one I'm trying to avoid; None. || Other Chi characters included; Evelyn. |☆═━┈┈━═☆ [ Time Skip: Next Morning ]
Vincent’s dorm partner had already been sleeping when he had entered the room last night. The young man, not wanting to awaken the boy, quietly set his things and passed out instantly in the bed. Now, he was awake, rather early. Seeing the time in the sun, it was around nine AM. He had gotten seven hours of sleep and was feeling great. Now, he was sitting outside by the dorm building – afraid to wander off in case it would get him in trouble.
His blue eyes were staring at the sky. It was clear, cumulus clouds lazily floating by the sky. Vincent sighed softly, closing his eyes. He wondered what the other teachers were like here; he had hoped not like that one they met last night! But then again, that man did not look happy in general. Vincent started to wonder how many other students were here.
A person sneezing interrupted his thoughts and Vincent looked over to a girl with fiery red hair. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were barely open. A yawn ripped through her lips and she walked past him before stopping. She turned her head and her black eyes landed on him. A slight smirk crossed her lips, “Aren’t we an early bird?” Vincent blinked and looked away. The girl frowned, what was his problem?“Cat got your tongue?”
“N-no…”
“I’m just teasing buddy, the name is Evelyn.”
“V-Vincent.”
“Nice name, suits you,” the girl laughed softly before sitting on the wall opposite of him. “I hate waking up early! Wake me up if anything interesting happens,” Vincent knew that was the end of the short conversation because she pulled a hood over her head and closed her eyes, and he could hear a soft snore escape her lips. The boy stared at her with mild interest before looking away, and playing with a loose thread on his pants.
Where were the teachers and the other students?
☆═━┈┈━═☆ With ȿςῒɇήςɇ;
you are bound to ʆȯȿɇ
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