[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr]


After everything was said and done with classes for they day, Joryldin decided that he [u]needed[/u] some time to de-stress. He had stocked up on all of the necessary books for catching up with what the rest of the vampires would consider common knowledge. In total it wound up filling five canvas bags from the bookstore, and weight almost twice as much as he did. It caused a great deal of cognitive dissonance, then, when lifting them was as easy as grabbing groceries from the car. The cheap bags were already fit to burst, despite costing him sixty bucks in total ( fucking scam if you were to ask him) but to Joryldin it was like a breeze. 

His mind wandered around that sensation of ease, and before he knew it, Joryldin found himself at the front step of his dorm. The odd feeling was immediately replaced by disappointment. The fledgling quite liked running, so getting to his destination and missing the journey was a let-down. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and dumped his books on the ground in his bedroom. The impact of 200+ lbs of paper hitting the floor shook the whole room, and even jostled a painting off of the wall. Reflexes kicked in, and within half of a second Joryldin was holding the frame in his hands a mere half-foot from the ground. One leg was kicked back high into the air as his torso pivoted down and both hands gently pinched a corner. It was a rather immasculine pose, like a ballerina. Though nobody was around, he couldn't help but be embarrassed that he struck a pose from one of his mother's ice-skating performances while catching a falling decoration. 

[color=0072bc]"Wait... when did..."[/color] The Embraced freshman hung the painting up, questioning its existence, only to turn and see that his whole room was decorated with a pleasant ocean theme. [color=0072bc]"What the fruit-bat fuck...?"[/color] It took him a good full minute of sheer confusion to put it together that either: A- the people from the shop broke into his dorm to put up the decorations he ordered; or B- Teleportation magic. Giving them the benefit of the doubt, he assumed option B, but it didn't make the occurrence any less jarring. [color=0072bc]"I swear, Theresa never pulled this sort of crap."[/color] Continuing to mumble to himself like a weirdo, Joryldin allowed himself to enjoy the comforting atmosphere of his room.

When he was done admiring the nostalgic new scenery of the dorm, the vampire made haste to change his clothing. The formal regalia was certainly nice, and the anti-anxiety earring was useful, but they both left a bad feeling in his stomach. Just like it had for the past two months, though, his tongue began acting up. Joryldin couldn't stop prodding at his fangs like one does with new braces. The alien invaders in his mouth were driving him crazy as he pulled his old hoodie up over his head. It struck his mind that he ought to go back and thank Amanda for the speedy delivery, so he threw his important possessions in his backpack and slung that aging bag over his shoulder. Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Keys? Check. Blood? Wait- blood? [i]Fuck[/i]. That was why his fangs were bothering him so much, he was hungry. In the past few days his body had become accustomed to the joys of not being malnourished. The vampire groaned, and popped open the fridge to grab a vial. Reluctantly, he tipped it back and slammed the life-giving nectar down his throat like a shot of whiskey. Joryldin immediately set to cleaning it, not willing to let dirty dishes pile up right off the bat.

When that unpleasant- or really pleasant, he couldn't tell- experience was over and done with, Joryldin walked out of his dorm and pulled his phone out. He shot a quick text to his designated partner. 
 [color=0072bc]>"Hey Kota, I'm headed out to town to run some errands. When I get back I'm probably gonna crash right away, so if we don't see each other before tomorrow; Enjoy the sunrise, ok?"[/color]
It only took a moment to get to the bus stop- again, much to his disappointment- and the fledgling gave the driver a curt nod of acknowledgement before dropping himself into the seat closest to the door and letting his right arm hang over the metal bar between the door and the first seat. 

Joryldin's face was rather dolorous as usual. The young vampire's lips were pulled to the side so he could let one fang hang out while he pestered the other with his tongue. His eyes were, as he preferred them, hidden behind his bangs and hood, and he kept his head low looking at his phone. The brightness was turned down all the way out of habit to keep people from seeing what he's looking at, and Joryldin opened up his browser to Google some of the common info he didn't grab in the library. He didn't like what he saw.