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Current Recently returned from an extended period of. . . not being here, I guess? Looking to start some stories, so gimme a message if you've got ideas you think I might like!
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*pats shoulder* Don't worry too much, it was a wonderful post.
@Celaira
That's entirely alright. I don't mind characters being mentioned at all. I do it a fair amount in a lot of my posts lol
"I had heard that this country was different." The girl smiled as he told her she could stay though she didn't want to have to go back, she might have to go away again if he wasn't satisfied with her when they came to check in a few months. A lot of the time it was men in their twenties who would buy the girls and when the men came to check on them they were normally pregnant but if he wasn't really going to keep her she would have to find out a way to make him want her. "I have a folder in my bag and there's books you can read on snakes. My body functions like a reptiles more than a humans, so I sleep when I get too tired, I don't have to eat often but when I do I eat a lot. I can see in the dark. I'm poisonous. But there are some things you'll either read about in the file or find out for yourself about lamia." She had started rambling after he had finished speaking and while the man had left his card with Lyna just in case she needed to be fetched because he was abusive or neglected her and she tucked the card into the side pocket of one of her two suitcases. As the SUV drove away she reached out and took one of her suitcases from him, brushed a hand along his arm in the process as she looked up at him through her eyelashes, grinned coyly. "The is no line for you to cross Lukas."
I got bored waiting for Branch to post all the time. So this probably won't go anywhere unless you can get us all interested again.
Roza Vigard
Café


Roza had been sitting across the table from the male, scanning a string of code on the cell phone she held in her hand though she hadn’t been paying much attention to it at all. With a groan she set the phone down and sipped at her coffee again, the liquid black and bitter just like she hated it, but it was the only thing that she found could get rid of her hangovers without much effort. “It’s Saturday.” She stated, glaring at him again though she reached up and her fingers through her hair to straighten it out a little bit while he looked at her. She could see him smiling at her for some reason, though she had to admit there was a certain degree of affection between the two of them and it was not wholly unwelcome by her. “And I’m still a student too.” Reaching over with her free hand, Roza allowed herself to touch the older mans’ hand for a swift moment, unsre of whether or not she wanted to intertwine their fingers to keep him from beating the students senseless; As well as to keep him over here. “Thank you.” The young woman said, smiling at him her hand other hand touching her phone quietly.

She tapped into the boys cell phones from across the café and looked over Tetsu’s shoulder as she listened to what they said to her. He wanted her to help him with them though she was never fond of assisting random strangers, even if they were students in her class. “You owe me.” Her sweet smile turned into a cocky grin as the boys phones started vibrating one by one, each getting a text message and then a phone call while she looked at the man across from her, her gold eyes a frozen cold that drilled into his while each boy lifted their phone to their face. Each screen had her signature tag on it ‘You’ve been hacked bitch’ flashing in black and purple on their screens before the phones shorted and electrocuted each one of them. They fell in a circle around the girl and she glanced over at her work while on of the workers called 911. “Feel better now tough guy?”

@MThePathSeeker@ThatWeirdChick




Claudia Desmond
Hallway - Cafe


The girl hadn’t meant to offend the boy, nor did she want him to look at her like she was a sad little puppy, all beaten and broken on the inside though that’s what she really was, save for the fact that she didn’t look for help when she knew she needed it. “Sorry. . . “She muttered to Connor while he motioned for her to walk through the door before him, clearly afraid to touch her again, lest the same happen again. She lifted her gaze and looked over at the other brother, his swiftly retreating form far ahead of her but somehow she knew that he wouldn’t go too far away and he would still meet with them, regardless of how he felt about this. If the three of them had really been matched together then it must mean something about them and Claudia hoped that they wouldn’t get mad at her for being distant and frightful.

“You startled me.”

They had been walking for several minutes when she spoke again, her feet landing normally on the tile floor for the first time in a while though she didn’t like the stares she got from some of the students body as she walked beside one of the twins, while the other walked ahead of them. From what she had seen so far the two were very different though she knew that it would take a very special girl to make the two of them get along; Claudia knew she couldn’t be that girl. “If he doesn’t like something he should say something about it.” The girl was watching the man stalking ahead of him, frightening any student who got in his way but she wasn’t as afraid as she initially was and slipped the scarf off her face slightly so that she could move her head around better now. Her lips were soft and a dark pink, fitting her face easily with her high cheekbones. There was a bruise on the left side of her jaw and the skin was a slightly darker shade of red on her cheekbone as well, though that was like it had been growing that way.

“Perhaps he’ll say something at the café.”

@ScarlettWaters16
Lyna looked back over at her shoulder at the man and saw him taking her bags out of the back of the SUV and bringing them up to the porch. There were only two of them, one for clothes and one for everything else she owned. The man was expected to have the money to renovate as he needed to and a place for her to stay though she wouldn't require much space for everything but her body though she was capable of sleeping on the floor with a pillow; she had slept on a cave floor before for a while. "Yeah, he did." She answered him, following him inside, sure to keep her body close together and her tail tip close to her so that he wouldn't accidentally touch it, if he wanted it he could come to it. "I'd gladly come here Mr. Gabb." She said to him, looking at him as if she was confused though, having been trained to be a wife and forced to keep her chastity even though she was a lamia and everyone knew that lamia were touchy species when it came to affection and sex. She reached out a hand and caressed his face softly, her palm against his skin for that brief moment before she realized she hadn't had leave to touch him and she yanked away her hand. "Sorry, Sir. I forgot to ask."
It feels like that was a very terrible post.
Viridiana Rose Juran


The young woman had woken earlier that night after a short rest between lessons and her fitting for the gown she was to wear later tonight. It was a special night, for it was her first time in view of the public vampires where she would meet with the aristocratic families; and where they would try to gain the future queens favour by pretending to be her greatest ally at the soirée to be favoured by the current king and queen, the young woman’s parents. The young vampire hadn’t expected to attend any for at least three more years, but her parents’ sudden proclamation and presentation of the beautiful deep red gown had come on the wind when the Archantun sent word that they had a woman they wanted the children to meet. Her brother as well was attending as a surprise and there had been a large amount of excitement surrounding the event. She had washed as well, allowing one of their human servant to dry and brush her hair before her mother had come to help her into the dress that she was going to wear to the gathering of powerful vampires. It was a deep red, the colour of her own blood after she’d fed and fitted perfectly to her own body.

An hour later she was brought from the main house toward the section where they held gatherings, the large room already holding a fair amount of vampires when she walked in with both of her brothers, one of either side of her. Her hair was held half up and in its natural curls and waves, with a set of two pins holding back part of her long, ravens feather hair. The pins were adored with bright red roses, fake of course, and her eyes shone a nervous blue though she was perfectly calm as they entered the room via the spiral staircase by the eastern wall. Vampires stopped and stared at them, though she knew that they were really just looking at her who they had not seen before and would be the most coveted woman of the vampire world just as her mother had been. She could smell humans in the room and vampires, the fire burning in the hearth on the other side of the room tended by two of their human servant – under the effects of her father’s compulsion n doubt – so that no vampire would have to get so close as to possibly injure them. Shoulders back chin up, and a smile on her lips she looked out over the ground of vampires, calm and cool as she stepped down the stairs.

She could see the table with food on it against the south wall, directly across from the door that which the vampires would have entered through, the balconies above them accessible by a staircase behind a smaller door on the eastern wall while the western remained blank. The railings of the spiral staircase were white painted wood while the steps themselves were a soft stained maple wood that still gave off the faint fragrance of maple syrup. From the ceiling hung a chandelier stacked with twenty candles, all flickering and casting their light throughout the room in a soft glow that wouldn’t hurt the sensitive eyes of the vampires who had traveled far to come to this party. The floor was hardwood, perfect for dancing on and freshly redone for this specific soiree, to present the girl to the crowd on her ninety-seventh birthday.
@Avanhelsing
Well that sucks ass.
YES I WILL. I've been swamped with history homework lately and the few posts I am getting up are taking a long time to write.
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