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Post by Sara Gather on Oct 30, 2018 8:14:16 GMT
There’s a town, called Rosendale, where there’s a big fued between the town’s north and southside. The North, they have it good, friendly neighbourhoods with neighbourhood watches and a good public highschool. The South, it’s quite the opposite. There’s poverty, gangs and criminality. All because of the town’s founder families that would not get along even centuries after Rosendale was founded. Sure, the South has a high school too, but it’s where the children in gangs would fight and deal drugs, get into trouble and not really learn much. And no teacher dared oppose them. On the border between the sides there was a massive building, bought by an unknown family from the outside. And that became the boarding school Rosendale knows today. Children from both sides all enrolled there after the mayor closed down the highschools in an attempt to settle the fueds, or perhaps feed them more by putting the next generation together and seeing the hatred unravel. The best part of the school? It was both a high school and university.
There was just one catch, amongst the ordinary students roamed creatures men had only heard from in fairytales and mythology. Some walked with the normal ones during the day, without any ordinary human knowing, others were put in the night classes. Nocturnal beings or even just students that couldn’t make the day classes because they had bigger responsibilities. The school made sure each student was cared for. With a class president, big dorms where both genders slept together and a big cafeteria that was always filled to the brim with each group glaring to the other or laughing with them.
All was well, so long as everyone behaved and no trouble was sought to the students. Otherwise the price to pay was big. No student really knew what happened, no one was allowed to tell if they were seen again. Not even teachers seemed to know. Or perhaps they pretended not to. There were many conspiracies, many ought to find the truth, others just try to get through the day.
After all, it’s still a school.
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Post by pieceofmind on Nov 8, 2018 18:21:03 GMT
Name: Antoinette (Toni) Addams Age: Assumed 17 Gender: Female Gift/Creature: Fire kitsune Appearance: Toni AddamsThe sight before her was blurred, light with a shadowy figure covering most of the light entering her vision. A warm orange, some yellows and pinks, contrasted heavily against the black and dark greys. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, squinted her eyes a little as to try and make her vision become sharper. But it was no use, not until she finally was done cleaning her glasses and put them on. The figure suddenly became sharp, still heavily influenced by the contrast of the setting sun behind him. A small smile tugged her lips slightly now she recognized what she was looking at whilst finishing up with getting ready for her classes. "Ah.. Lil' fangs, you're blocking the light," she sighed at the tall figure who shuffled around a bit now, closing in on her and reveiling his features. He was already dressed into their school attire, their dorm president, whilst she was struggling to tie her necktie. He helped her with it, his face remaining serious whilst normally she could have sworn he was amused at her daily struggle with the thing. Lately he had been off, though. More serious, grim and really no fun to be around. "You ought to tell us some time what is going on," she mumbled, tugging her tie in place now he had fixed the mess she made of it. Whilst he sat down on the bed, she placed her foot on the edge of the bed to pull her socks up and tie her shoes. "The walls listen, Addams," he commented back after a brief moment of silence. She in return nodded, knowingly. There always ruled some sort of tension over the big school, it was chilling to most but those of the Night classes usually didn't feel all too bothered by it. Neither did she, she had been here long enough to not feel disturbed by it. The sun had almost set entirely, and that was their que to get moving. The Night dorm suddenly became alive, students gathering their things to get to the front door. All in orderly fashion, they walked out calmly, set out to the main building where they'd follow their classes and then return before sun up, so that their fellow students could follow those classes again. It had been almost a year and a half now she had entered this school, moving in from a very different state to this town to find out what all the rumors were about she had heard. People she knew vanished, people she didn't know were outraged, and yet within the town and even so outside of it, all remained silent with very little knowledge about what really was happening. She too struggled to find out, the Dorm President kept her close, knowing she was up to no good and would get her nose into business she wasn't allowed to know about. It would get her, and the Night class, in trouble. It had lead to many arguments before, she still had too many tricks up her sleeve to not keep trying to figure out what was going on. It was an on-going investigation and she was set on solving the case. Once settled down on their self-chosen spots, class started. Though it was slightly different for the better part of the students in the Night class. Some kids were trying their hardest to listen and actually learn something, but a good few were just sitting there. Merely listening, minding their own business. She was part of the latter. Sitting with a handful of others and their Fangs on his own chair, whilst they were spread out over the seats with attached desks. Her legs were crossed, sitting on her desk with her foot leaning on the back of the chair in front of her. She held a book in her non-dominant hand, reading quietly whilst the professor teaching the class sounded like some soft background noise. The man knew well enough about the differences in his Night class, their eyes glowing in shadows or their canines longer than any humans. Or perhaps it would be at the touch of a finger, these children held death in their hands if they wanted to. And then the few students, the normal ones, that did listen to his class, he almost pitied them. Most of the time the actual Night class didn't blink an eye at them, unless they disturbed their peace and that had happened every so often. Toni had had her own encounters with them too, but never really harmed them. She had to admit, most of her classmates wouldn't hurt the other students. It were only a few oddballs that had to be kept in line, but there were plenty to do that. Best of all was their own dorm president, sitting lazily in his chair, staring at a book of his own but not really seeming to read it. The less focused he seemed, the more Toni realised something was going to happen. Perhaps new students, or perhaps someone would disappear again. But it had sparked her curiosity, that was certain.
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Post by Sara Gather on Nov 11, 2018 22:49:21 GMT
Name: Ayame Ross Age: 18 Gender: Female Gift/Creature: Can summon a white dragon in any kind of situation Appearance: Ayame RossThe sun was setting, the day was coming to an end, and Ayame was in no way ready to go to those boring classes again. She couldn't care less about what was being taught to them, or was tried being taught to them. Out of all the years she's been here and has gone to the night classes there were few moments that she had paid attention to what the professor had said. Not that she needed to anyway, her stepdad would get her through all her years even if she would fail, he was the man that gave generous funds to keep the school running. She heard the whole night dorm come alive again now that the night was nearing, all getting ready to get to the classes they had to attend to, but she wasn't making an effort to be on time. They couldn't tell her off, otherwise her stepdad would pull the funds and the school would crumble. She could practically do everything she wanted at this school, but she kept herself in check, she couldn't dirty the name of her stepdad and mother of course, she didn't want to lose their support of her. When the halls were quieting down, she finally made an attempt to dress herself into her uniform, tying her tie neatly, pulling up her socks and getting her shoes on like a good student. She looked into the mirror, retouched her hair and grabbed her bag with her stuff for the class in. Not that she'd use it, but it eyed better than to come empty handed into class. There had been a time where she had gone to the day classes, or rather she was forced to do the day classes since she came from the richer part, but she made clear she had no interest in people that could only brag about their wealth and how their grades were top notch. She rather had it down to earth, something she could find more in the night classes where more people of 'her kind' were to be found. Her kind being the people doing jack shit during class and are a bit.. different so to say. She knew something was off about a lot of the students here, she knew something was off with her too, if the white dragon that popped up in her bedroom one morning was one of the indications. She had disappeared as fast as she had come though, so she still wasn't really sure if she had dreamed it or it actually happened. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her, who will say. She finally made her way out of the dorms to the gate to get to her classes. She wasn't that late, it shouldn't be too much of a deal so she made sure to put up her most innocent face for as far as she could pull that off and knocked on the door before walking in, excusing herself to the professor and afterwards immediately going to the place she usually sat near the wall. She couldn't be arsed about the looks she got from students that were actually trying to follow the class' subject, it's not like she stole knowledge from them. Once he was settled down she glanced around a bit, no new faces just yet, but she felt something. Something was going to happen, if the way the others were sitting was any indication. She just wanted to know what was going to happen. She knew some new students got into the school and would come soon, she overheard a conversation her dad was having with someone who worked within the school. If they would join day or night classes she didn't know, who they were and if they were human or a creature, who knows really? Her eyes hovered over their dorm president before ultimately going back to the book she had laid in front of her. There was nothing to be concerned about just yet, there hasn't been a person disappearing the last couple of weeks as far as she knew, and if there was, she couldn't care less. As long as everyone including herself would keep out of trouble, everything would be just fine, or would it?
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Rosendale
Nov 12, 2018 0:05:27 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Nov 12, 2018 0:05:27 GMT
Toni Addams
A sigh was to be heard from her left side, making her eyes move away from the book and to their dorm president whose eyes were on the door that in a few seconds passed opened. In walked the girl she knew as Ayame. Not one she liked all too much so far, having shared only a few words with her in the halls of the dorm. A simple hello, excuse me or watch your step. She didn’t bother much further, the dorm president had made clear she was no good to be around and seemingly she was shunned by the rest of the class. It did rubble up some pity within Toni, but to please their president, she stayed away for now. If only it weren’t for the interesting fact that her stepfather was deeply into the funds for this school, and perhaps even more. She was still on that part. For now she just wanted to know what awaited them. The hastle around a new student was never this intense and as far as she knew no one had disappeared. In her mind she ran the list again, all the faces she had seen in the halls, both Day and Night. She often walked the halls during the Day, to the disliking of the head of the school. But there weren’t exactly rules against it, so long as the students looked normal enough. It wasn’t like she screamed fox spirit and most students looked a little.. Tweaked at most. Like their president, his canines a little longer than normal. Or the boy behind her, on her right, his ears slightly pointier than others. Most hid their features a little so the normal students wouldn’t be distraught, curtesy of Fangs, of course. Keep the existence of our kind secret, most don’t know, keep it that way. It was rather boring and perhaps even annoying. Then again, she kept many secrets herself. One added to the list didn’t hurt, especially if it was for the sake of the sanity of all these kids. Her mind backtracked to the children again, all the students and now she thought deep enough about it, she had missed a few faces for a few days already. Perhaps something worth asking about. A few were Day class, bothersome but that’d have to wait. But two.. Two were Night class and they were not in class tonight. An annoyed sigh came from the bottom of her gut, she needed answers and she knew she wouldn’t get them from any authority. But the students didn’t know much either and yet she needed something. A lead. Had they done something? It was time for some questioning. She closed her book and tried to stand up, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. Once again, Fangs. She clenched her jaw for a moment before tossing him a smile. “Yes?” She asked with a quiet voice, to not disturb the people that did try to learn something. “By now I had thought you’d know the drill as to not do this,” he mumbled back. She moved his hand, gripping it slightly too hard which made the students around her that followed him like lost puppies turn into guard dogs that were ready to attack at will. “By now you should know that I don’t give a damn,” she smiled back, letting go of his hand and going to the group of students that she knew would have some answers. An idea about what happened to their friend. Calmly she sat down, freshmen, looking scared by her very presence. She never understood why that happened. Just because she walked with their president? Or because she was in the upper class? What a sad story. Once again she crossed her legs, smiling calmly. “Don’t worry, I just want to ask you guys something,” she whispered, knowing how bad things could get if their professor overheard her. She kept her voice quiet, asked around a bit and played it off as though she was inviting them for a party, played it smart. She moved on to the next students, until she ended with the loner, rich girl. With a charming smile she sat down on the girl’s desk, crossing her legs again because it honestly was a pain to sit otherwise with the damn skirt they had as a uniform. As if this didn’t violate some bloody dress code. “So, Ayame Ross..” She started off, chuckling softly at her own thoughts. One arm she rested on her leg, the other supported her chin whilst her toes rested against the seat behind Ayame, closing her in on the desk since the desk was attached to the chair on one side. Just the way she liked it. “Glad you could grace us with your presence. Say, do you happen to know something about Chloe Andrews and Daniel Decker?” She continued, her voice once again rather soft whilst she glanced over to the group of people she sat with, getting rather disapproving looks. “It’s come to my attention that they have been missing for a few days, no one’s really heard anything from them.. Oh, and please keep your voice down. We don’t want to.. Disturb the class now, do we?” She smiled again, moving her hair over her shoulder to keep it out of her face. Truth be told, she rather didn’t ask about this to her fellow students. There was a risk to all of it, but it was necessary.
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Post by Sara Gather on Nov 25, 2018 16:13:58 GMT
Ayame Ross
She kept her focus on the book she had laid out, not that it was in her interest, but she had to do something before she began to do stuff out of boredom that wouldn't do any good for anyone in the class right now. Shuffling and low whispers easily got her attention, making her eyes snap towards where the sound was coming from. She saw their dorm president grab onto Toni to keep her seated, whispering something to her, which didn't seem to affect her at all and she stood up anyway. When she saw her move over to some other students she frowned slightly. What was she doing? And why? Whatever it was, she was getting some attention over the shuffling around between students, low whispers erupted once more before it went quiet again. She didn't like Toni, she didn't hate her either, but there was something that didn't sit well with her and their first encounter wasn't all too great either. She rather kept away from her. Not because she was scared of course, oh no, she was scared of anyone in this school. She saw no one as a threat, not even the professors or principal, not even the students with gifts, or curses, that could easily kill a man. She just rather kept on the low, not dealing with problems that shouldn't be dealt with to begin with. Sadly enough, she wouldn't have much chance of that happening once she noticed Toni walking towards her, looking all too happy with herself. She frowned once more when she seated herself on her desk, making her move her book a bit to the other side and leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms as she looked at her. She didn't like being 'imprisoned' on her desk, but she wouldn't scream bloody murder for it, besides this seemed to be easily taken care of if she played it well. Or maybe she wanted to play around a bit, just to keep the boredom away. The second thought seemed a lot more fun for her, so she'd go with that one. Once Toni began talking she glanced around the classroom, and she was right, there were two students missing. She hadn't noticed, most likely because she didn't care about who was in class or who wasn't. "So Toni Addams, glad you could grace my desk with your buttocks." She imitated her, looking back at her and now unfolding her arms again, letting one arm rest on the leg that locked her in her seat. "I hadn't even noticed they were gone, nor do those names ring a bell for me. Maybe they just, quit school? Or maybe they did something they shouldn't have and were expelled for some time? Who knows really. But I think if you continue snooping around I will know who will be the next one to disappear you know.." She said in a whisper, a small smile on her lips as she ran her fingertips slowly over the girl's leg. She had to say she also was interested in where those two had disappeared to, but even she didn't know anything about the people that had disappeared. Her dad never wanted to tell anything about it, or just ignored her when she was trying to get some information out of him, brushing it off as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "I was wondering what got your interest all of a sudden when you started moving around, but I didn't know this was the reason for you to do so. Hence why our lovely dorm president seemed to be agitated with you getting up and the disapproving looks that are thrown your way. It makes sense now," she said with a sweet smile, glancing at the group Toni came from.
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Post by pieceofmind on Nov 25, 2018 21:00:44 GMT
Toni Addams
A small smile formed on her lips at Ayame's remark, it amused her more than it'd ever annoy her. It took more than just a snarky comment to throw her off her game, but then again she knew who she was talking to. "Sounds more to me like you're checking out my ass, Ayame," she commented back, listening further to what she had to say and not making much sense out of it. Then again, she expected as much from the loner queen. Her gaze moved over to the hand on her leg, her fingers moving over the sock covered skin. She huffed softly at her words and shrugged slightly. "Almost sounds like you're worried for me, dear. I can take care of myself, thank you," she smiled back and fixed her hair again, sitting up more and leaning her hands on the desk to make herself more comfortable. "Oh, so you are actually interested in what others do. That's actually rather sweet, I'm glad," she spoke softly, looking back at their dorm president and giving him a smirk. "Hmm.. He can be annoyed all he wants, same with his lil' pups. They know I'm not one to walk around like a lost puppy. Something they dislike, I suppose," she responded, looking back at Ayame. "Say, I'm quite sure not many know who your family really are, right?" She then began, closing in on Ayame again with her body, bringing her face closer to hers. "Are you certain that daddy's little girl doesn't know more than she's letting on? You wouldn't care that little for our fellow classmates, right? After all, I think everyone's well aware how sketchy things can get around here. All I wanna know is.. If your ol' man has something to do with it." She whispered, tilting her head slightly.
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Post by Sara Gather on Nov 25, 2018 21:36:59 GMT
Ayame Ross
She chuckled softly as she commented back and shrugged ever so slightly. "I can't deny that, Toni. But that's still no excuse to sit down on my desk as you please dear." She said with a disapproving tone, but stepped off of that shortly after. "Worried? Oh no, I would never be worried about what happened to your pretty face. In fact, nothing gets me worried around here. I'd like to count that as a special trait I have. I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself, maybe that's why our dorm pres wants to keep you in check before you go battle out all your fights in ways that can hurt people around here. She sat up a bit and crossed her arms again, sighing as her presence became boring again, making her want to just tell her to leave and go find out some shit on her own, maybe she'd disappear too then and she could solve the mystery. That sounded like a hell of a plan to her at least. "You are making such fun assumptions of me today. Checking out your ass, being worried, interested in people.. At least you go one of those right, that counts for something. I have no interest in anyone sitting in this classroom or being on the school grounds in any way or form. It's not like there's anything to be interested about, and interesting things are usually dangerous around here, so I wouldn't dare indulge myself into that." She glanced back over to the group she came from earlier and tilted her head the tiniest bit. She was right about them looking like pups that needed some protection, scared to run alone without a support. It was rather sad actually. She looked back at Toni when she leaned in closer and spoke once more to her. A little smile appeared on her lips and she shook her head slightly. "Daddy's little girl is fairly certain that she doesn't know anything besides what she has told you. If I'm completely honest I couldn't care less about what happened to all of you, even if I'd be sitting in this classroom alone, I don't think it would make much of a difference. You are good at making assumptions, if only you were also good at stating facts, that would make it complete but well, you can't have everything in life right?" She said as she leaned in just that little bit closer to Toni's face. "My old man has nothing to do with any disappearance, he barely checks in with the school anyway. So I'm afraid you wasted some of your own and most importantly my time with this trying to play detective. Now if you would be so kind to gracefully pull your ass off of my desk and mind your own business again before people get hurt by your snooping around." She said with a charming smile and also tilted her head slightly, making her hair fall over her shoulder.
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Post by pieceofmind on Nov 25, 2018 22:03:25 GMT
Toni Addams
She hummed softly to her words, nodding slightly and smiling half. She was intrigued with Ayame, how cold she was being. People had told her that Ayame wasn't much fun to be around, rather mean and just not someone you could connect to. Perhaps that was true, but when you had been alive for as long as Toni had, you knew it wasn't just because that was their personality. It were walls and it took a special, patient kind of someone to break those walls down. Something she wasn't intending to do just now, a little flirting was of no harm, but to invest such time in someone would take up the time she needed to keep busy with her investigation. Once again she hummed softly to what Ayame was saying, not really buying it all. "You clearly haven't lived a day in your life then," she commented back with a soft sigh, since this truly was a bore. How could someone not be interested in basically anything regarding their surroundings? To her it sounded like a sad life. Her eyes squinted slightly at Ayame's words, a smirk appearing once again on her lips. "Sure thing, sweetheart," she commented back, not being bothered by how Ayame tried to pin her with her own misjudgement. In fact, it let her in more on what really was going on. Her eyes glazed over, watching her face closely before she smirked wider for a moment and slowly nodded. "Alright," she hummed amused and smoothly swooped herself from the desk, standing up straight and fixing her skirt while chuckling due Ayame's behaviour. "Have a blesseth day, princess," she spoke, facing her as she bowed graciously for a moment and walked away again, chuckling without making barely a sound, as to not disturb the class more than she had. She went to sit back on her spot with the clique, getting some disapproving and filthy looks from the people around her, whilst she just sat smug and proud of herself. Fangs gazed upon her intensely, his eyes switching to Ayame for just a moment. As if he was trying to figure out what just had happened and why Toni was so confident in the conversation she had just had, when in reality it had lead to nothing.
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Post by Sara Gather on Dec 16, 2018 17:13:58 GMT
Ayame Ross
She had looked at Toni when she commented back on her, saying she hadn't lived a day in her life. Maybe she was right, maybe she hadn't lived a day in her life, or had something fun happen if she would've payed attention to her surroundings. She didn't see the use to it all though. She was perfectly fine with how her life was right now and she wouldn't have it any other way, except for maybe not having to go to school and not having to deal with people whatsoever, that would make it even better. But that's the only luxury she wasn't able to afford, even with her stepdads wealth and influence. When Toni finally pulled her ass off of her desk she let some of the tension in her body go, that she didn't even know she had gotten. Only when she felt a dull ache in her legs she noticed she had tensed them up, while she was all relaxed to her own feeling, weird. She was slightly confused but didn't let that show and smiled down at her when she bowed and waved her away. There were a few people looking back at what was happening, but one glance of her in their direction and they immediately returned their focus to what they were doing before. This place was filled with idiots, and she noticed it more now than ever before. She couldn't deny something was odd, something was going on and she knew her dad knew about it, but that didn't mean Toni had to hear about that. Maybe that's why she had tensed up, then again, things like that never fazed her, why would it now? She shook her head an gave one last glance at the little group where Toni was moving towards again, accidentally locking eyes with their dorm president for just a few seconds before she turned her gaze away and packed her stuff. She didn't see the need to be in this class any longer now, she wasn't paying attention anyway and her bad mood had worsened because Toni had to stick her nose in business she shouldn't, even if it were for her own good. She excused herself and left the class calmly. Once she was out of the classroom, she sighed and moved back to the dorm, she could care less if she would get scolded for this, she wasn't in the mood for all that shit anymore. She minded her own business while she was in her dorm room, until she heard some crashing and shouting down the hallway. It usually wouldn't bother her, fights happened a lot recently, especially when new students would enter and they would battle out a way to get dominance like new dogs in an established pack. Annoying, very annoying it was to deal with little kids that just had to do something to make them look stronger. But since it was something to take her mind off of the things she was brewing, getting a look on who it was and what they were fighting with wouldn't be a bad idea. Classes had ended anyway, so it could be literally anyone. She moved out of her room, calmly making her way towards the ruckus, noticing broken glass throughout a part of the hallway of windows and glasses being smashed. It usually wasn't this bad, since people should knew when to stop, but this time it seemed to be getting out of hand and she couldn't wait for the punishments these people would be given. When she finally saw the people who were fighting, she didn't recognize them. Were they new students that just arrived and already picked up a fight? Or had she really not paid attention to some people, since she usually could link faces to names, she just didn't care about the other shit about those people. Nothing seemed to be odd about them just yet, it wasn't weird to run into two people fighting with odd features, or gifts as the would call it, the main reason these people were separated from day classes. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for the large amount of damage they both inflicted to each other and their environment. Who was supposed to clean this mess up? She looked them both up and down. Two guys, around her age, a lot of hate and rage in their eyes. Other people started to gather around to watch who was fighting this time, but she didn't care about that. The only thing she cared about right now is who they were, and why they seemed to hate eachother with such a passion.
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Rosendale
Jan 3, 2019 19:20:05 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Jan 3, 2019 19:20:05 GMT
Toni Addams
The rest of class was a breeze, some whispers here and there when Ayame left, a satisfied sigh behind her. She rolled her eyes and turned around to look at the person who had sighed at her departure, raising her eyebrow as though she questioned his entire existence, not just the sigh. “What are you looking at, Addams?” The lad spoke, making her smile a little. “Nothing much,” she answered, before turning around again and minding her own business. She mostly was taking notes, some of the things said in class, others for her own research. After class had ended, she was planning on leaving on her own. The clique was annoying her, their conversations meaningless, or praising Fangs so much he would definitely get a god complex of it alone. But a hand firmly grabbed her shoulder and she just knew right away who it was. This time she sighed, clearly of annoyance. But she stayed obedient, the grip on her shoulder told her to. “You’re as annoying as your little following,” she murmured, earning a soft chuckle from the man behind her who was now walking with her. Pushing her towards their dorm, holding both their bags since she didn’t get the chance to grab it. “You tend to forget that I never asked them for this,” he spoke eventually, half way down the road. “You tend to forget that with the flick of a wrist you can make them all stop being so fucking stupid, man. They’re like brainless worms, it’s pathetic,” she whined, making Fangs laugh a bit. They neared the dorm, noticing the glass that was missing from a couple of windows quickly. Followed by noise, cheering and sounds of struggle. Fangs looked serious again, their moment of fun being gone quicker than it was there. Toni just rubbed her face, knowing exactly that this was probably another clash of new students trying to do their bidding, get some sort of status in the group. It was so useless and a horrible waste of time, she couldn’t see a point as to why these boys thought this was marvelous idea. She opened the door, the clique surrounding their dear president to protect him.. Or something like it. She swung it wide open, looking at the crowd with disgust on her face. “Oh for Christ’s..” she murmured before getting pushed aside by the vice president. “Don’t just stand there, do something!” He whined, making her look at him with shock. “Excuse me? You’re the damn vice president, go fix this mess yourself! Or are you too scared to get a bit dirty?” Her eyes narrowed while she spoke, her jaw tensing up from annoyance. “No.. I just,” he struggled to find words, thus she groaned with frustration and started pushing the crowd away, getting swallowed in the mass. There were plenty of people there, the Night Class was nothing small and everyone came through the front door, so it was obvious the crowd there was thickest. Her ears stood sharp, to pick up the slightest of sounds whilst her eyes hastingly looked around to see anything out of the ordinary. A couple of shattered windows, vases broken, the common room was a huge mess. No weird students, no shocked faces. So, no Day ones. That was at least something. The people from her class were.. Different, but also reacted far more eager to fights than the other class did. Her eyes landed on Ayame for a moment, simply staring bored, but she could tell she didn’t recognize the people that were fighting heavy. And that concerned her slightly. She finally was able to push through the crowd and could face the fighting guys properly. But she too didn’t recognize them. New ones? She would have known. So who were they? “Fangs!” She then yelled, wanting answers before this all went away. But meanwhile, she had to break these guys apart. They were gripping at each other, wrestling heavy and breaking everything that came in their way. Even students. She noticed some slight distinct features. Ears a bit too pointy, wolves? Or perhaps.. It wasn’t enough information. She stood for a moment, blending in with the crowd while Fangs moved closer to her. “Back away!” She suddenly heard the vice president yell so loud that she could swear her eardrums bled a little from it. But people listened, the crowd backed away and made way for the clique. But the fight was still going and so Toni dove in, tired of how long this took. She leaped onto one person, trying to break him away but instead got punched hard by the opponent because she got used as a shield instead. So she climbed up, leaped over and once she landed on her feet she kicked them both hard enough that they reacted to her with groans and anger. “Let’s dance then,” she huffed softly as they now charged towards her. And well, it took a few hard punches to her own face, but a couple of punches later they were on the ground again. Right in front of their dear dorm president who looked at her, didn’t pay attention at all to the two squirming in front of her. She was panting, catching her break and realising the ache in her face and upper body. Blood ran from a cut on her forehead, another on her cheek and most heavily from her nose and bottom lip, but she had them even worse. He almost seemed worried, before he wanted to scold her. And he did, in front of all the other students, he scolded her. Told her off for breaking off the fight. She kept looking straight at him, aching and trembling from the pain in her side. A small smile appeared on her face when she was done and she nodded. “Just make sure you give me all the answers I want after you’re done with them,” she mumbled and softly walked up the stairs, rather slowly at that. She was in bad enough shape that it couldn’t be covered up with make up, so she was in definite trouble unless she got healed. But everyone was so weary about their abilities, the usage of them. She would have to heal the old-fashioned way, and normally this wouldn’t be bad at all. But it has been a long time since she even got close to using her own abilities, and that seemed to cause some issues too. Her fastened healing.. Wasn’t as fast anymore. And it felt awfully human. Her eyes moved to Ayame while she was walking up the stairs. She wondered what went through that girl’s head, and how she could ever get more answers out of her. She wouldn’t want to lie, fake a friendship like so often happened in sappy films. She just wanted answers, but it was like talking to a steel wall. Who seemed to have an interest in what happened around her after all. She huffed, blew her hair out of her face and went to the wing where her room was. The clique had placed her in a room close to theirs, close to their president too. She basically had the next room over and it was rather huge. Too much for someone like her, but it was also quite nice for once. It gave her space for her weapons, that were in a big “closet” next to her door. Across from that, a fire place. One of the many in the building. There were two big, cozy chairs and a table close to it. By the deep window sills stood her bed, larger than life and she only used up so very little of it. In front of the bed, a chest that could be used as a bench too. Then her desk, with the big board on wheels that showed every detail of the investigation on one side. She could hang it up too, she usually did when she needed to lay low for a little bit, but it had been quiet lately.. Though she already knew she had to hang it up again now. There was another closet there too, the one where her clothes hung. She opened the door, stumbled in and slammed it shut behind her. Continued to stumble to the big chair and just let herself fall into it.
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Post by Sara Gather on Jan 16, 2019 21:46:36 GMT
Ayame
She watched on as the guys kept going at it, inflicting damage to themselves and the environment, the people around them weren’t always as lucky on getting away, being dragged into the two fighting and taking some hits. That’s why she kept her distance of the two, watched from a far until more and more people began to gather to see what was going on, people coming back from their classes as they had finished, and no one seemed to know who they were. She frowned as she tried to search some faces she was familiar with as they were easier to read for her, and no one seemed to have any clue either. It bothered her. She was usually one of the first to know new students since her dad was involved in the school, but this time she was at a total loss on who those guys were. She lifted her head a bit more when she noticed and heard their dorm president and Toni get to the place where the fight was happening, blocked by tons of other students blocking their way. When Toni pushed through the mess of students, she wasn’t the slightest bit surprised, of course it was going to be her to get involved in it, wanting to know everything and being too curious to let it slip. That and Fangs didn’t seem to want to do shit and just had to tell something to do something apparently. So far for his strong presence and scary looks. All bark no bite it seemed. She was still looking at Toni when she looked at her, making eye contact for just a moment as her attention seemed to be drawn back to the two guys and Fangs that finally made their way to the fight itself with his loyal guard dogs protecting him, if that was what you could call it. She was sure it wouldn’t be much of a difference if they would ‘protect’ him or not. The volume with which he spoke up was spectacular though, she almost felt sorry for the people that were standing around their president when he had yelled. They’d be sure to have some ear damage. What also surprised her was that the two fighters seemed like they hadn’t heard it, they hadn’t even looked up. Didn’t they know the dorm president? How strange. Who were they and what exactly were they doing in the dorms. Fangs should know beforehand who would move into the dorms and without him they shouldn’t be able to set a foot in here so quickly. She was utterly confused on what was happening in such a short time. First two students disappeared again, and now two new students materialized on the spot, fighting? Something was definitely off and she too wanted answers by now. Her thoughts had drifted off for just a moment until she heard some more commotion going on and that made her look up, seeing that Toni was going up against the two fighting guys now, breaking them apart successfully with getting herself hurt in the progress. And then Fangs scolded her? At least Toni did something, he was just standing there like a lost leader with even more lost puppies hanging around. She shook her head slightly in disapproval, watching Toni get up again and move towards the stairs, to get to her room she guessed, making eye contact once more before Ayame looked back at Fangs and the two on the ground now. The crowd seemed to be breaking up again in little groups. The shuffling on broken glass feeling loud to her ears as everyone made their way to their rooms or other public areas, not even batting an eyelash at the mess they were spreading around. It’d take ages before all this glass would be gone completely. And if there was one major thing she didn’t like, it was a mess. Those guys better cleaned it up themselves when Fangs was done with them, and otherwise she’d make them clean it up. When there was nothing else to do for her there, she also went back to her room, thinking about who would possibly know those guys. She probably had to ask her father again to know what the hell was going on, even if he didn’t want to tell her some shit going on, she needed answers. Which made her think about Toni again. Maybe she’d get information out of Fangs about those guys. Now that became interesting. She walked past her room, on her way to Toni’s room for as far as she knew where it was. She knew it was close to Fangs’ and his little clique. And maybe, just maybe she could help her out with the bruises and cuts she had suffered because of the fight for this once with the healing abilities she knew she had, if she could make a deal about the information that was. She wanted to get something useful out of it too. When she found out where her exact room was she knocked on the door, thinking through how she would start the conversation she wanted to have, but some ideas already popped up in her head, so she’d be good. And if it didn’t work out as she wanted, she wouldn’t feel bad about it. She had her ways to get to information.
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Rosendale
Jan 16, 2019 22:15:10 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Jan 16, 2019 22:15:10 GMT
Toni Addams
Her face was pounding against her hand, which painfully caressed the area where it hurt the most. She did it as gently as possible, really, but it stung badly. It was gonna look ugly and she didn’t want to think of the trouble she’d get for it. Let alone the scolding she already had gotten from their dorm president. It pissed her off, but she knew better than to pick a fight right then and there. Fangs wasn’t gonna be let off easy, he was going to see her own fangs for messing with her like that. She huffed in frustrating and rose from her chair, walking to the board that needed to be hung on the wall, the normal side facing the room. She was just lifting it up when a knock on the door interrupted her, making her stop for a second before continuing quick with what she was doing. “One second,” she told the person on the other side of the door, hanging the board straight with quite some effort since it was rather large and she was rather tiny. However she did manage, and thus continued to loosen her tie and put her hair up in a quick bun whilst walking to the door. She opened it calmly, looking slightly surprised at Ayame when she saw it was her who had knocked. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, she thought, it was rather logical that the one person that seemed so disinterested in everything would come to her. Because after all.. Ayame did have some heart for what was going on at their dear school and this happening was something no one saw coming. For a second she broke her gaze from Ayame to see Fangs, the vice president and a girl from the group walk past them. They all glanced from the side of their eyes to the two girls and it made Toni raise an eyebrow. “You ought to find better company,” their vice president spoke, making Toni huff. “Anything better than your presence, VP.” It earned her a small smirk from Fangs, but it faded even quicker than it came. “Come by my room when you’re done,” Fangs sounded before all three disappeared in that very same room, making her sigh softly. “What a hastle,” she mumbled, stepping aside so she didn’t block the doorway anymore for Ayame. “Come in, close the door behind you please,” she spoke to her, walking back into the room to look for the medical kit she had around somewhere. “What brings you here?” She then asked, looking up to her whilst opening the chest by her bed. She doubted it was a regular visit, or even a check up to see how Toni was doing. Which wasn’t all too lovely, her face was still looking really roughed up as she hadn’t done anything to it yet. At least the bleeding had stopped, she’d clean herself up and change soon but it was no use to dirty clean clothes when she was still bleeding
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Post by pieceofmind on May 4, 2019 23:12:26 GMT
Name: "Galen Collins" Age: "21" Gender: male Gift/Creature: illusions/manipulation, shapeshifter between human and (partially) demonic form, siphoner Appearance: Galen CollinsThe sky dusked and the shadows from the woods grew harsh and dark, not showing mercy to the light of the settling sun and rising moon. His pace quickened, sprinting as fast as he could muster in order to beat the last glimpse of the sun disappearing. He was on the run, for something he hadn't quite caught vision of, but was sure of that he really needed to get away from. It's breath made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight, the sound it produced made his bones rattle like his favourite set of china set on a tray during one of the heated discussions he could vividly remember from his childhood. His breath was shallow and fast, trying to keep up with his heart beating in his throat from running for so long. If he made it out of the woods before night fell, he'd be fine, he was sure of that. It was always like that. Surely, he could've turned around and faced whatever was chasing him, but he didn't have the strength. He had been severely weakened already and though the pain was sharp and demanding his attention, his fight for survival was more important. Although he couldn't run as fast as he could have if he hadn't been injured at the ribs, he could still outrun his chaser. This wasn't how he imagined arriving back at the school, but it was the lesser evil. Normally he would have made his entrance smooth, blending in easily with the crowd and not causing any hassle. It was certain that once he entered schoolgrounds, they'd pick up on his frantic behaviour. The trees, the walls, the ceilings, even the dainty flowers perfectly placed everywhere around the school, they all had eyes and ears. All listened, all knew something was making him run and he'd have to explain himself, if he couldn't shake his chaser in time at least. And he was desperately trying to. The building peaked above the tall trees, it's architecture being a sight for sore eyes and almost giving him a feeling of peace, if he had been oblivious for what happened inside those walls. One of lesser evils. The sun had disappeared, it was dark and he was straining his eyes to see where he was going. He stumbled few times over treebranches sticking out, roots of trees being in his way, but he made it out of the woods. The gravel under his feet felt familiar. On each side of the long path ahead, lights flickered on. Lanterns, rather low to the ground and lit by candles, but nevertheless effective enough to give you a clear idea where to go. He tried to catch his breath for a short moment, panting in between taking deep breaths to calm himself down. It wasn't fear that he felt, he knew his strengths, his limits too. And right now, he had reached his limit and even went beyond it. Exhaustion washed over him at a bad time, he had to keep going. He wasn't behind the school's walls yet, it was still a couple hundred of meters. So he dragged his heavy feet over the gravel, his body protesting in every way. His pace was slower than before, the hairs on the back of his neck alert of his environment. Be quick, or be dead. By the time he reached the big, heavy metal gate, he was truly dragging his body along with him. He clung to the metal bars of the gothic designed gate, rattled it with his last strength to swing it open. Quickly he slipped inside, closing the gate by falling against it and truly letting his body react to the pain for once. He fell to his knees, back leaning heavily against the metal to support the weight of him. He panted, brows furrowed and his face visibly strained from the ache he felt. His ribs hurt, his legs and feet hurt from running. It took him five minutes, more or less, before he had calmed down and could manage to take his hand from the wound on his side, looking down at the blood stained button up, inspecting the wide gash the clothing was destroyed with. It stung, but it seemed to be bleeding less. Therefore he gathered his strength, pulled himself up by one of the bars of the gate. With his hand putting pressure again on the wound, he stumbled to the dormitory of his beloved class, the Night class. It was about half an hour before the third class of the night would start when he finally made it to his very own bed. He had a few options, he could either go to class or skip it and rest. And he was heavily leaning towards the latter. He had been away from school for months, surely another day wouldn't hurt. After all, he was injured and needed time to heal and especially rest. He thought of it as a good plan, truly. So he began to take care of himself, of his injuries. He had already showered since he had gotten back into his room, about an hour ago, but he hadn't placed any bandages on himself yet. Fatigue was really taking a toll on him and he really just wanted to let the gash bleed, it would heal itself soon enough. It only was because the blade he was cut with was made of demonic steel, otherwise he would've been fine. Not a scratch on his body would have been seen. But alas, that wasn't his luck. He was already glad it didn't pierce him straight through his heart. It took him a long discussion with himself to get up and look for his first aid kit. But after a while of searching, he concluded that today truly wasn't his day and it was getting him heavily frustrated. His time away already had been such a big burden, trying to settle things, make things work, set things in motions, keep his sister out of the picture, get everything done on his list, do even more things because when one thing started rolling, it just destroyed everything else with a single strike. And then today. How he was just done with today. He ran on no sleep, had five meetings before noon, then had to pack and get a flight back to here, almost missed his flight, got pulled away by security when they landed due the blades in his luggage and eventually was thrown out of the cab just to be chased down for miles on end by enemies who had wounded him on his ribs. And now he couldn't find the damn first aid kit. Frustrated he let out a groan so loud it almost sounded like a roaring lion. Not that it benefited him because he already had to hug his ribs again for the agony they were in due his loud complaints. With a defeated look he slumped back to his bed, laying down flat on his back and reaching for his phone to contact his sister. It was no use to scroll through his contact list because he never saved numbers, he never saved any texts either. It wasn't of importance and it only made things look disorganized. So he typed a text: Hey, I'm home. Can you come up and bring some bandaids? Can't find my kit and I'm in pain. Also, bring some snacks and a lot of booze. I'm all out, someone must have raided my room while I was gone.Without blinking twice, or rereading the number he sent it to, he pressed on the send icon. After that, he locked his phone, threw it somewhere on his bed and awaited his sister's arrival. Arms covering his eyes and wearing underwear and a bathrobe to keep him warm after his shower.
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Post by Sara Gather on May 27, 2020 13:53:40 GMT
Ayame
She waited in front of the door calmly, waiting for a response. Maybe Toni never went to her room to begin with and she was just standing here like a fool. Not that she cared, she was fine with standing here for a bit and when she didn't get a response soon she would just go to her room and try to figure stuff out on her own, asking her dad what the fuck was actually going on around here. But she didn't have to wait long before she heard a response from the other side of the door, telling her to wait a second. Well it's not like she had anything else to do. When the door opened to reveal a messy looking Toni she couldn't help but notice the damage she had suffered from stepping into the fight earlier. Well, it could have been worse, she could've been beaten to pulp, so this was just a scratch if you see it in that way. She turned around slightly when she noticed other people passing by, one of them being no other than their beloved Vice president who had just stood there, lost and not knowing what to do. "I'm sure I can manage whom I will let accompany myself thanks for the concern though," She said calmly to Fangs, not showing much of emotion, as she didn't see the use in that. She put her focus back to Toni telling her to come in, and as asked she closed the door behind her, quickly scanning her room. She lived quite luxurious in her dorm room, not that she had to say much since she had a wide room herself with the help of her father being one of the incomes of the school. "Wonderful question," she mumbled at the question what she came to do here. "Why the interest in the missing students suddenly? There have been a lot of students gone missing and eventually ending back here after a few months, I didn't really see a reason to be worried or interested in their disappearances? Unless you think more is going on than what they are letting us know. If that is so, I would like to know what exactly you're thinking about and maybe make an agreement about exchanging information about all the unusual things that are happening. In exchange I may just be able to fix up the roughened state you are in, because some band aids aren't going to do it for you if is look you up and down like that." She said, calmly as she looked at her grabbing the little medical kit. "Of course it's nothing to me if you prefer fixing yourself up, but still wanting to exchange some information that you've been snooping around for. Though our lovely vice president won't like this if it does so to come to his ears. But I think I have made out or myself that I'm not quite worried with what he thinks if I saw him stand around quite lost during that little fight." She shrugged and went to sit in one of her chairs, waiting for her response.
Ambrose
He had been in his dorm since the day classes had ended. He didn't quite remember how he had ended up at this school, but he knew for a fact something fishy was going around this place. Not that he felt like leaving, and even if he did he wasn't sure how leaving would work out of him. He was from a poor family, a very simple upbringing, so how he came to this place that looked quite luxurious was just confusing, but well, he was here know, he better made his family proud by getting here and having good grades. There was also something else that kept him here, a familiar feeling inside him, something in him was happy being here but he couldn't quite lay a finger on what exactly it was. That aside he felt quite good around this place, as long as that would keep up. He hadn't been here for long, and he sure as hell didn't know many people around here either. He was more of a timid and shy person, not really into the idea of talking to other people. Not that he didn't want to, some people here were just scary to approach so he couldn't get himself to do just that. He usually just let people come to him first but he was fairly certain he could wait a long time if he let it go like that, everyone already seemed to have formed groups, and the few loners going around did not look promising. He was preparing some stuff for his classes tomorrow when he received a text, making him look up from his book. Who could send him a text message? His parents maybe? Checking up on him? But when he read the text of an unknown number a lot of questions marks popped up above his head. Who was this? Did they not realize that they had send it to a wrong person? Cause he highly doubted that this was intended for him. What should he do? Ignore the text or respond to the call for help, since it did sound like this person needed help, but maybe wasn't even someone near here, so then he wouldn't even be able to help. So after a bit of thought he sent back a text: Um hey, I'm afraid you have the wrong person for you. Are you a student at rosendale's school perhaps? I can get you some bandaids if you can't reach the person you wanted to? I can't bring you snacks and booze though, since I don't have those just casually laying around. If you are a student here, and you are indeed in need of the bandaids, can you tell me what dorm you're staying at? So I can bring these to you. He felt kind of stupid sending a text like that, maybe he wasn't even close to living in Rosendale, maybe it wasn't even a student at all. He should've just sent a text asking who this was and how he got his number like any other normal person. Oh well, the deed was already done. He sighed and laid his phone down again, scanning over the book he had in his hand before, and just waiting for a response.
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