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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 9:28 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxＳ Ｅ Ｂ Ａ Ｓ Ｔ Ｉ Ａ Ｎ I wish I was too dead to c a r e,xxxxxxxxxxx
if indeed I cared at all.
Sebastian sat in his room, his face buried deep into one of the books he had gotten from the library. It was one on Alchemy that he didn't have in his own collection. Before him, across his desk were various elements, in their natural state, and herbs. He read quickly, red eyes scanning over each word and even his lips silently speaking them out into the empty room. He looked away from the book and towards the bowls that he had before getting phosphorous and sprinkling it into the bowl.
Once he added the final ingredient, he stood, taking the bowl to the transmutation circle he had chalked into the floor. He set the bowl in the center before moving to the edge of the circle and kneeling down, pressing his hands against the edge of the mark. Power flared into the room, a bright glow coming from the circle and soon engulfing the bowl, and even his arms. He grit his teeth as the white heat of the light was almost burning him.
When the light faded, his arms were alight. Fire danced over his skin, but it did not burn. He watched as the fire danced carefully from his hands and up his forearms, his focus remaining on it before the heat intensified. He tried to keep his focus, but the heat soon shattered it and the fire began to burn at his flesh. Quickly, he grabbed a fire retardant blanket he had set nearby and patted down his arms, extinguishing the flames. As soon as the fire was out, his charred skin began to heal as he sat back on his haunches, breathing hard, frustrated with the failure he just committed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 11:36 pm
 Melody ☠ Martinez
"Stupid, ********', son of a-- ARGH!" Melody sat up from her bed and grabbed the nearest furniture piece --a chair-- and tossed it aside, "How are you gonna leave me a note, sayin' you left me s**t in your room, AND NOT LEAVE A ******** KEY?!"
The girl hopped up and yelled at the note on her desk, which had been crumpled and uncrumpled several times that evening. The desire to tear it was strong, but she had to restrain herself. She had gone to his room twice since classes got out. First when she went to her room and found the note, and then a few hours later when she convinced herself that she could scale the wall and slip in through the window. After both failed attempts, she retreated to her room and suffered loudly.
Another frustrated huff, and she plopped back down onto her bed. She swiped the phone off her pillow and repeated the same thing she had been doing for the last few hours. Peruse Lubchenko Live, browse the internet, dabble in homework. She had reached the "read back on her chats with Sir" part of procrastination when she found herself reminiscing about her first day there.
By this point, Mel knew the Jack was a Wendigo, but there was one significant part of her talk with Sir, regarding her former favorite teacher: he picked her lock. He picked her lock! That's it! She looked at her claws with awe, and leapt (painfully) leapt from the bed. The note was shoved in her pocket, tote bag to her shoulder, it was perfect. She'd just pick the lock with her claws and finally get to see whatever this gift from Kieran was.
With a pathetic surge of adrenaline, the fox girl sprinted across the field from her building to the boys' dorms. Her muscles wasted no time in begging her to stop running, or hell, just to stop. She quieted her desire for rest with the promise of sweet release once she unlocked the door. Her tail wagged dully as she trudged up the steps, thanking every force in existence that Kieran's room was closest to the stairwell, to spare her a long walk down a hall. But, as soon as she got there, the door had already been opened.
Melody leaned against the door frame, panting from the general act of moving. Deja. Of ******** course. The pinkette was looking around the room like the lost puppy she truly was. Her tail whipped in irritation, then she winced with regret. One day, her tail would stop gesturing in favor of sparing her pain.
"The ******** are you doin' here, pinky?" she growled.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 8:56 pm
♂Marius Lustrian
“I’d like that.” Nova held her hand out to him. He thought to take it. He was wearing gloves after all… Nova was just so cute. Marius gave his head a small shake at her hand, noting Darren’s look. He had intruded on a possible date… No need to hold someone else’s girlfriends hand. “The more the merrier. That’s it.” Maybe he should back out on his offer? But Novalie seemed happy with it. But should Marius be the one making her happy?
“Seriously, though, if you guys want to be alone or something? That’s totally fine with me. I can find something else to do,” He had a smile when he said it and he meant it. Though he wouldn’t mind going into town to get a little snack. He loosened his tie and felt a bit better. The uniform wasn’t bad, he just didn’t like wearing it all the time.
“Damn, I’m hungry,” he said under his breath.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 4:00 am
xxxη σ v α ℓ i e
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Novalie leaned in closer to read what was on his board. In truth she felt a little anxious every time she read something from the board. His handwriting made an already difficult task more so. She was of course, getting much better at reading English, but ever since he snapped at her for being too slow the first time, she couldn’t help but feel nervous that she’d mess up again.
Luckily the message was short and the words were fairly simple, Food, maybe. Shopping. Then he added more, For you?
Novalie blinked a few times. ”For me?” she asked, meeting his smile with her own, but it faded soon after. ”But I don’t have the…” The things. What were those little metal chips for trading called... ”I don’t have any tokens.”
But Marius did offer to buy them all dinner. That would be nice. She turned back to him, but he didn’t take her hand. Did he not know he was supposed to hold it? She was pretty sure she had that gesture down fairly well. She frowned, crinkling her nose as she reached out for his hand again, but he turned to Darren before she could secure it in her fingers. The small “o” of her lips upon missing her target turned into a pout.
“Seriously, though, if you guys want to be alone or something? That’s totally fine with me. I can find something else to do,” Marius said just as Darren was gesturing down the hall for them to be off. A quiet, “Damn, I’m hungry,” followed.
She finally caught Marius’s hand. Success! ”I suppose we should eat first if you’re hungry.” She liked the texture of his gloves on her skin. The sense of touch was the most unusual of the senses she’d gained by falling, and she liked the feeling of holding on and the companionship that came with it.
She would very much like to hold Peter’s hand one day. The thought had her glowing a little brighter.
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