| Duncan's First Day! |
[September 05, 2008 @ 12:35am] |
Who: Duncan, Sascha, any 'library regulars.'
Where: Elysium Library
When: June 2007
What: Duncan's first day!
The lanky auburn haired young man with the lopsided smile and earth-colored clothing looked unassuming enough. The confidence in his slacker-swagger drained only a little when he saw just how large the library was. Books, everywhere! Glorious tomes of pointless and possibly purposeful information! All at his disposal! His eyes danced from shelf to shelf, soaking it all in, as he weaved in and out of piles on the floor that needed to be shelved. He moved with a careful ease, not having to look down in order to avoid tripping to his doom.
( 'Wow,' he muttered, speaking to himself -- a not so unusual thing for the djinn. 'This is pretty neat.' )
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| Idehr's past. |
[August 31, 2008 @ 12:51am] |
Who: Idehr, Ryan Marshall and others.
Where: a street in Rothbury, England
When: afternoon on a Thursday, 1997
What: one of the defining moments in Idehr's life.
( Idehr crossed the street... )
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| History of Hayate: Guns & Requisitions |
[August 27, 2008 @ 5:18pm] |
Who: Hayate — and some unfortunate punks.
When: Sometime in the late summer/early fall of 1992.
Where: New York City, New York.
What: Hayate moves in, and some others want him to move out.
WARNINGS: Not for the squeamish or faint of heart! Grotesque violence and gore. Also, some really nasty language.
The warehouse was situated beside a muggy street and surrounded by alleyways filled with pipes and black iron fire escapes, each glistening with moisture and dripping from either the rain or the remarkable humidity. Empty, abandoned buildings filled this quarter, left behind and forgotten by the community. However, it wasn't entirely forgotten. A few stray citizens occupied the area or passed through with severe caution in their gleaming eyes. None of them would talk to the cops, though. That was what Hayate liked about the area: seclusion and silence. They knew this was a bad part of town, and they weren't going to chance their already lowered survival rate by talking about their neighbors as well.
Hayate liked the small warehouse. It had a large open area and only three — separate and smaller — rooms total: a bathroom and two offices, one on the lower floor and one on the upper floor. In fact, the two floors were connected. A staircase led up to a thin landing maybe ten feet in width with a rail at the edge, which comprised of the "top floor" architecture. At the end of the landing, there was a door that led to an office — his bedroom now, and connected to that was the bathroom. It was stationed right above the lower office.
The rest of the open warehouse was spacious, although dusty with a lot of cracked paint. Hayate didn't mind the dust or cracked paint. After throwing a few things around, clearing it out, and bringing in some of his own furniture (all of it stolen), it was beginning to look like home sweet home.
He had only just set up the place a few days ago. ( As he was heading back on this particular night and opening the door, he found the cold barrel of a gun up against the back of his head. )
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| Wednesday, September 19, 2007 |
[August 06, 2008 @ 8:36pm] |
Who: Nathaniel and Marit
When: Late in the morning
Where: From Marit's bungalow to the library in town
What: Nathaniel finally works up the nerve to go to Marit about Swedish lessons and the pair spend a lovely afternoon in the library.
( Just a little glance-- )
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| Chris & Hayate : Glamour with a vampire |
[August 05, 2008 @ 8:56pm] |
Who: Chris and Hayate
Where: Hayate's cottage
When: Before sunset, September 20, 2007
What: Chris visits Hayate (again) with a different look
It was a gorgeous night for a walk in Chris's opinion, and an even better night to visit her favorite vampire. The young human girl had spent the evening in town wandering about the shops aimlessly. She hadn't been shopping for anything in particular and she didn't have any specific plans. She had just been bored back at the forest cottages and decided that she needed fresh air.
It wasn't until she had reached the magical supplies shop did the girl find anything interesting. "A magical potion to change hair color? Are you sure?" There was a doubtful look on the girl's face as she crossed her arms at the shopkeeper. The kind man smiled and held out the small, yellow vile toward her silently urging her to try the concoction.
"As sure as I am alive!" He assured her with a kind grin.
And so the girl took the vile and downed the contents. It might not have been a very smart thing to do in hindsight. Chris didn't know if the old man was dangerous or if the potion would be poisonous to her. She didn't think anyone in Elysium would want to harm her and she trusted the shopkeeper's words. And sure enough Chris's golden locks began to turn into a deep shade of brown. The girl squealed out loud, bouncing on her toes as she thanked the man profusely.
"Now remember, it'll only last for a few hours," he reminded her as Chris bounded out of the shop and toward the cottages. She had to share her 'new' hair with Hayate and get his opinion. She rushed toward the familiar cottage and knocked on the door for a moment before she burst in. "Hayate! Lookit at my hair!" She looked around for the vampire and blinked when she didn't spot him right away. She turned on her spot and placed her hands on her hips and sighed out loud. "Well where did he go?" she muttered dejectedly as she blew a strand of hair away from her eyes.
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| Emily & Sascha: A candlelit rendezvous and some impromptu dance lessons. |
[August 04, 2008 @ 1:08am] |
Who: Emily and Sascha
Where: by the Elven Palace
When: early evening, Tuesday, September 18, 2007
What: Dancing!
( Dance, magic dance! )
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| The Honeymoon |
[August 02, 2008 @ 10:01pm] |
Who: Zane and Amada
Where: On a sail boat in the middle of Lake Alata'elen
When: September 18, 2007
What: Duh... Honeymoon!
Warning: It's their honeymoon, expect mature scenes in this thread
The sun was just creeping over the distant horizon to illuminate the land known as Elysium. There, only two days before, Zane had married the love of his life. And now they were on their honeymoon upon a large sailboat he had acquired in order to take his wife on a 'cruise'. It wasn't like they could go anywhere else in the world considering the state of things which left the doctor in a bit of a predicament. But he was ingenious enough to set up this week long cruise instead. When things went back to normal (if they ever went back to normal) Zane would take Amada on a trip around the world visiting every place she wanted. He just wanted to make her happy the way she made him happy every day.
Zane yawned quietly and slipped out of the bed without waking Amada. She was so beautiful when she slept. Zane often thought he could just watch her face for hours on end and never get tired of it. He wanted to kiss her, too, but his morning breath was killer and he wasn't looking to make his new wife pass out just from the scent of it. He'd have to brush his teeth, and maybe splash some water on his face first before he'd wake her with soft kisses to her lips and cheeks. The thought caused the doctor to hurry through his morning routine so that he could slide back into bed with his wife.
Amada was his wife now and the thought was amazing. They had dedicated their lives to one another and nothing could ever tear them apart. Zane was sure of it. They weren't going to be like so many other couples out there who married only to get a divorce. Zane didn't believe in splitting up - he believed in hard work and compromise, and he believed that love did conquer all. He lifted his hand to her forehead to brush a few strands of hair away from her face. He leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, then nose, then lips lingering there the longest. Zane wanted to wake up Amada in the most blissful way possible, and he thought that a kiss was a good way to do that.
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| The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 19 |
[July 22, 2008 @ 1:20am] |
Who: Zach and Adrienne
When: Tuesday, April 3, 2007. 11:38 PM.
Where: Adrienne’s room at her parents’ house in Chicago.
What: Two weeks after they have left the school, Zach flew in on April 1st to visit Adrienne for a week. They have a fight tonight over something unexpected.
As the house grew quiet, Zach crept out of his designated room and down the hall to Adrienne’s room. Her parents were a little old-fashioned, like his parents would have been, and preferred the two of them sleeping in different rooms while Zach was visiting. He understood why, although he and Adrienne hadn’t taken their relationship in that direction yet. It was still new for both of them, and they were only in the beginning stages. Zach wanted to stay with her tonight, though. It was the night after the full moon, and she was still aching from her transformation. Last night had been her first full moon away from the school, and Zach wanted to be there for her.
Slipping into her room, he carefully closed the door behind himself and snuck over to her bed. Zach pulled up the sheets and blanket, sliding underneath them and snuggling behind Adrienne. His left arm settled over her side, and he bent his head down to kiss her on the shoulder despite the cloth that covered her skin. “Adrienne,” he murmured, not wanting to wake her but wanting her to know he was there. “Are you still awake?” Zach whispered near her ear. “I can rub your baaack,” he offered, a little smile creeping onto his face.
He wore a simple white t-shirt to bed with boxers, and his bare arm rested above the blanket over her middle. He raised his hand higher, clasping his fingers over hers. They lied closer to her head. Moonlight poured in through the window, its curtain pulled back and the window open to let in the cool night air. Light from the stars illuminated the sky outside brilliantly, and it lent a soft glow to her room. Zach leaned into her hair, breathing in its scent. The strands felt soft against his cheek, and Adrienne’s brunette locks smelled fresh of her shampoo. It felt nice to lie with her like this, and what her parents didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
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| The History of Mitsuko Kamiyama Part One |
[May 21, 2008 @ 9:29am] |
Who: Mitsuko Kamiyama (along with a host of NPCs and mention of a certain Genko brat)
When: March 14, 2000 (A day shy of Mitsuko's fifteenth birthday)
Where: Minato, Tokyo, Japan
What: Backstory of Mitsuko living in Tokyo as a gang leader. She receives some surprising news, involving another of our illustrious characters.
(OOC Note: All dialogue is in Japan, names are in Japanese order. Basically, this is just a very, very Japanese RP.)
Sato Sakura drew the cigarette from her lips, rolling her heavily made-up eyes. She was sitting in a crouch in a tiny parking lot wedged between two buildings. It was empty, except for the motorcycles surrounding them. "When are they going to get here?"
Kimura Ayame looked over from the complex drawing she was putting on the brick one of the buildings in marker. "They'll get here when they get here. Have a little patience. What do you think?"
"I think the owner of that building would appreciate if you would remove that," a voice said from behind the two girls.
The girls turned to look at the owner of the voice. Dressed very primly in a suit, it was one of the teachers, Tanaka-Sensei. He looked disapprovingly at the girls. "You could at least take off your uniforms before you engage in such activities. It reflects poorly on the school."
"Always want to get us out of our uniforms, don't you, Tanaka-Sensei?" Sakura mocked. She undid another button on her already disheveled uniform. "Should report you."
"Like they would believe you two. Look at you." He gestured to them. Both girls were in uniforms of a plaid skirt, white shirt and black blazer, but they had intentionally rumpled, torn and defaced with Kanji. Sakura's hair was short and platinum blonde while Ayame's longer locks were done in tight curls, similarly bleached but with the dye growing out and showing dark roots. Each girl wore fake animal ears nestled in their hair and a tail tied around their waist. "Everyone knows what you are."
( And what are they? )
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| Yolanda & Zach: School Daze... |
[May 19, 2008 @ 12:30am] |
When: Tuesday, January 30, 2007 (late-- after midnight at some point)
Where: Common Area
Who: Yolanda & Zach.
What: Late night wandering.
Fidgety. Very fidgety. That was the best way to describe Yolanda right now. She was mostly unpacked. The "homey touches" could wait. The first thing she did was make sure her bass and amp were okay. Waiting until everyone was awake to check was not an option, but she did try to keep quiet. Hopefully it was early enough not to wake anyone up. It was a few hours ago, after all.
That of course was part of the problem. She'd been cooped up in her room for hours, and sitting still was not helping. Sorting clothes and figuring out where to put up posters was also not helping. Talking with people on the computer helped, but she still needed to move around. Sitting still just gave her too much time to think about what she had done. Second-guessing was part of any big change, but honestly, she could do without that right now. Maybe later.
She'd left a lot behind, again. No matter how many times she told herself it was for the better, it came back to that. Do vampires ever settle down, or was this yet another change she'd have to adapt to? Maybe this was just adulthood. One of a list of reasons adults always told kids to enjoy being a kid. You grow up, you have bills to pay, and wander around like a vagrant until you find your place, if you find your place. Bonus! Somehow, she always expected for her family to have her back. Now it wasn't an option.
Always forward, never back. That was something her father taught her. Take stock of your current situation, and figure out how to make it better. It was a lesson that became much more relevant these past few years. She wished she could tell him that. So, she was here, she was a vampire, and even if it didn't go as planned, she had left the nest. Both of them, actually. It could be a lot worse. All things considered, there was a lot to be grateful for. If she could believe it wholeheartedly, rather than telling herself that she did, she'd be set.
Now, where the hell was she? After a cursory glance, she was able to determine that she was back in the common area. Not new or very exciting, and currently very empty. She wondered if it was always this dead, or if it was because of the finals that girl had mentioned. As she stood there, she wondered if she should give up and go back to her room. She probably wouldn't be able to sleep for quite a few hours. Nerves and nature would conspire against it.
Ugh. She wasn't sure how she was going to manage the change in her sleep schedule.
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| The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 18½ |
[May 03, 2008 @ 12:16am] |
Who: Zach and Adrienne
When: Thursday, March 15, 2007. 6:00 PM.
Where: Sunroom in the West Wing at the school.
What: Awww, their first ‘official’ date.
Exploring the other day had yielded a perfect spot for Zach’s first official date with Adrienne. His choice location was a sunroom near the top of a tower located in the West Wing. Regardless of the current weather and the glass barrier of windows that formed most of the walls and all of the ceiling, the room felt heated and warm. Perfect for an evening date. Zach sent his card to Adrienne after classes were over, so she would have received it by now. Gathering together everything he needed in hopes for making a single journey, Zach arrived at the spot thirty minutes early and began to set up.
First, he laid out the blankets in the middle of the circular room. In case either one of them wanted anything softer to lean upon or sit on, two cushions had been brought with him as well. The room was empty of any furniture, which led Zach to believe it hadn’t been used in a while. He set down the basket of food he had prepared. Nothing cooked, since he wasn’t much of a cooker, so it was full of lunch items instead of dinner ones.
Final touches included setting up various candles, which he had collected from students in his dormitory the day before because he didn’t have any candles himself, on the outer rim of the circular floor. Once they surrounded the room in a single-rowed pattern along the windowed walls, Zach glanced around the room to check out the layout. Scratching the back of his head, he hoped it looked good. That wasn’t too . . . romantic or cheesy, was it?
Instead of worrying further on that, though, Zach got to business with setting up the food, cups, plates, and everything else. Once it was nearly ten minutes until 6:00 pm, he went around lighting the candles. Dusk had fallen by now, leaving a darkened sky beyond the windows. No howling winds, so the air was peaceful. Due to the unknown source of heat, the room was also warm and comfortable. It was a perfect setting.
Zach plopped down onto the blankets with a sigh. He wanted this to go well — or, more accurately, to go off without a hitch. Zach and Adrienne only just became a real couple on Tuesday. Official boyfriend and girlfriend. Honestly, the idea was a little scary despite the exhilaration threatening to engulf him. Crossing his legs, he began to twiddle his thumbs together. Okay, so he was a little nervous.
Make that absolutely petrified.
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| The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 18 |
[May 01, 2008 @ 4:18pm] |
Who: Zach to Adrienne
When: Thursday, March 15, 2007. Noon.
Where: At the school.
What: An inquiry and invitation for Adrienne.
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| The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 17 |
[May 01, 2008 @ 2:51am] |
Who: Zach and Adrienne
When: Tuesday, March 6, 2007. Evening.
Where: The Upstairs Garden at the school.
What: Ten days after the fight, Zach finally asks to speak with Adrienne.
There was something peaceful about the upstairs garden in the school. A tamed jungle of plants and colors and scents that spoke of the natural world outside, even though the garden was indoors and secluded from the rest of the world. Zach’s eyes had gazed over the vibrant green scenery speckled with splashes of reds, yellows, blues, violets, pinks, and more. Sunlight from an evening sky pierced the glass ceiling, illuminating everything with a hue of gold. Something calming entered him as he stood there at the entrance, and Zach understood now more clearly than ever the things his father had taught him about philosophy and spirituality that he tended to forget in the midst of life.
He took off his shoes and socks, leaving them near the opening of the room and cuffing his jeans before he ventured further. Zach wanted to experience the garden naturally, but he also was taking a preventive measure to keep himself from being able to run off if he got upset or angry. Without his shoes, he couldn’t just get up and leave if his meeting with Adrienne didn’t go as smooth or calmly as he hoped it would. Recognizing his faults was key number one. Running away from problems was a fault.
Zach wasn’t going to run away from things anymore in an attempt to deal with them. At least he was trying, and this was the first time he’d ever really done that. Always running, Zach? Alicia teased him, but his sister’s eyes always looked sad when she said it. He was taught to run. Run, run, run away from people. They’d only hurt, only scar, only hate him. He’d had his own taste of it. If I have to lock you up in this house to protect you, I will do it! Untouchable his whole life with an invisible glass wall between him and the world.
He was open now, though, wasn’t he? The glass wall was gone with the people here, people like him. Laying his hand over a particularly large leaf, Zach felt so exposed out of his habitat, out of his home. This place was changing him, and like the sunlight pouring through the roof, he felt it pouring into him. Everything affected him, everything moved him, everyone got to him. It was simply . . . overwhelming.
He wandered around the garden, finally settling onto the ground by a small basin set up like a makeshift pond. Stones built the rim of the basin, only a few feet in diameter. Zach slipped his feet into the water — and waited. The events of Friday night were still fresh in his mind, and he remembered how he had planned to ask Adrienne on Saturday . . .
How it had fallen through with what she told him. Everything had fallen through because of that. Zach couldn’t really talk about it to anyone, not in detail, because the whole situation was too personal. So, no one knew exactly what was going on and everyone probably thought both of them were overreacting. Grounded where he sat, he couldn’t run away from the situation anymore.
Adrienne would be here soon.
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| Shige & Family: Life in the Spirit Clan, First Tale |
[April 26, 2008 @ 3:58am] |
Who: Goro & Tadashi Takemoto (Plus Tiny Shige)
When: Early Fall, 1989
Where: Fushimi-Inari Shrine, Kyoto
What: Goro instructs his son on how he wants both the Spirit Clan and grandson handled.
Takemoto Goro was a man of both passion and refinement. These two parts of his nature were at times in conflict, particularly when his passion left quite a mess for his refinement to deal with.
Wiping his hands clean once again, he checked beneath his nails and saw that he'd finally managed to remove the blood from beneath them. Turning he was offered a clean towel by his lead priest. "Ah thank you, Masaki-kun." He said pleasantly. Goro's mood had improved considerably from earlier. Shifting his attention towards his son he raised his eyebrows and gave him a hard look. "If he had been intelligent enough to not get caught then we would have left him. You know my feelings on that." Tossing the towel casually back to his priest he walked towards his son.
The younger Kitsune's face tensed, the worry lines on his face etched deeply into his skin. "Yes, Father." They sat together along the outside wooden walkway, taking in the cool autumn air and the serenity of the Inari Shrine.
Nearby the pups played. Shige, as always, leading the charge and directing his cousins with the cocky authority of a spoiled seven year old. Tadashi grimaced slightly at the obnoxious behavior but kept his mouth shut. A quick glance at his father proved what he suspected. Goro was grinning, enjoying the display while he packed his kiseru with tobacco.
"You took care of the incident in town caused by our former guest, correct?" The subject was brought up as though he were speaking about the weather. Tadashi stiffened, irritated that his father always followed up with him on situations such as these. Goro said nothing but smirked at his son's predictable reaction.
( As always, Shige lavished attention on his doting grandfather and ignored his father with a vindictiveness only children can display. )
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| The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 16 |
[April 22, 2008 @ 10:32am] |
Who: Adrienne (narrative)
When: Tuesday: March 6, 2007
Where: During classes
What: Ten days after the fight and after Adrienne has isolated herself
The past ten days seemed to last an eternity in Adrienne's mind. The minutes passed by slowly as she isolated herself in her room to wallow in self-loathing and guilt. The incident with Rafe was a mistake, a stupid one, and it felt like it was costing her everything she had grown to cherish at the school. What was worse was the fact that other stresses were building upon her already shaky foundation causing her to tremble and sway under the weight. It was only a matter of time before she would crumble and watch with blurry eyes as the pieces of her life fell down around her. Her breakdown came during the days of her seclusion - ten days where she ate nothing but leftover cookies and drank only water. Ten days where she barely spoke to anyone face-to-face, and when she did it consisted mostly of her crying and them consoling.
She knew going back to classes was the right thing to do but that didn’t take away from the fact that it scared her to see Zach. This was the longest period of time she had gone without seeing him since she first met him, and when she realized this a small smile crept upon her face. It was just another thought that validated her feelings for Zach and his importance in her life. When did it happen? When had he worked his way into her life to the point that she couldn’t imagine not being with him? These feelings for him were unlike anything she ever felt for anyone before. She thought she was in love once back in college, but comparing then to now? Well, there was no comparison really. Her feelings for Zach were on a whole new level and now that she was about to lose it…
( You really don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. )
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| The History of Zach and Katrina: Part 2 |
[April 22, 2008 @ 1:11pm] |
Who: Zach and Katrina
When: Wednesday, January 31, 2007. Nighttime after ‘Lights Out’.
Where: The School. Indoor pool in the West Wing.
What: Zach has a crush of sorts, and asks Katrina to a private meeting.
Zach’s heart was thumping wildly in his chest.
He didn’t know what the hell he was doing or what had possessed him to slip the note under Katrina’s door on Tuesday morning. He hadn’t seen her since Sunday night. Anxiety threatened to overpower him, but he somehow maintained a calm outer appearance. There were a million reasons for his apprehension and unrest. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared at the still, illuminated blue waters in front of him. It was dark in the lofty indoor pool room, save for the dim lights that cast a faint golden glow reminiscent of dusk on his surroundings.
Why did he choose the pool in the west wing as their meeting place? He could’ve chosen one of the numerous common rooms in the school, but there was always the risk of a teacher or staff member visiting those areas. Zach doubted they came to the pool at night. His dorm’s common room didn’t seem like the best place either. Someone could wake up in the middle of the night and find them. Privacy is what Zach wanted, but he wasn’t about to suggest his room or hers. Too personal. They didn’t know each other that well to be inviting each other to their bedrooms. He wondered if there was a rule on that, too.
He couldn’t answer the most important question of all in his head: Why did he want to see her? Katrina had bitten him; she had drunk blood from him. He shouldn’t have been stupid enough to doubt her claim to being a vampire. He shouldn’t have told her to bite him, if she really was one, to prove it. How could he have known, though? He hadn’t believed in vampires. Now, it hung there in the air, thick and stifling. It wouldn’t leave him alone. She could have left him there, sick and injured and bleeding, but she hadn’t. She had helped him.
Zach had made it clear on many occasions with others here that vampires either frightened him or made him uncomfortable. They did. Then, why did he keep making friends with them? And why was he meeting with one late at night — one who had drunk from him, no doubt — in a place where no one would walk in on them? Fascination and fear, he remembered. Like a moth towards flame, he was being drawn to something. He was scared of it, whatever it was, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Zach swallowed the lump forming in his throat, wondering yet again which one would win out in the end.
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| The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 15 |
[April 22, 2008 @ 12:34am] |
Who: Zach and Nico
When: Sunday, February 25, 2007. Noon.
Where: Outside on the school grounds.
What: Zach talks with his best friend.
Zach sat down outside in front of a tree, the breeze catching in his hair as he waited for Nico to show at their designated spot. Despite his chat with Loki, he found himself not caring much for the idea they had discussed about a prank. His energy seemed to have died out after thinking about Loki’s words. The anger and general displeasure seeping outwards at others shut off and began to trickle inwards at himself. That was what it was all about, anyway. That was where it belonged, then.
It was true he felt betrayed by Adrienne and what she had done during their emerging relationship. To him, she had discarded everything they were working towards for a mere thrill with someone much more desirable than Zach. High self-esteem wasn’t ever a part of Zach’s life. Undoubtedly to other women, Rafe was attractive, fierce, mysterious, and strong — a much better catch than Zach, at any rate.
He wondered who would think it hypocritical of him, given what had happened between him and Katrina. Zach told himself, over and over again, that happened before he ever met Adrienne. Who would be on his side, though? No one would care of his point of view, not if they knew. Nico would always be his friend; he could count on that. Katrina hadn’t been chased away either, even though Zach had lost the contents of his stomach in front of her in the club Saturday night. He shouldn’t have drunk so much, but he was trying to be tough. It was important for him to be tough, wasn’t it? He was weak, small, and he cared too much. Everything his father silently told him wasn’t good enough: be stronger, be tougher. Be me.
Adrienne wasn’t the main problem, though. The situation with her opened his eyes, made him realize something else. He didn’t have any friends here, did he? Zach spent so much of his time around Adrienne, making it all about her. He felt like his small amount of friendships here hadn’t been lasting ones, the ones he tried to make. Maybe it was his own fault. He hadn’t tried hard enough — like Loki said. Damn it, why did the annoying one have to be right?
Eventually, he thought about everything until it made him angry. Zach wanted to do a prank, something mean, just because he realized he didn’t have any friends here anymore. He didn’t care about anyone but Nico and Katrina. He wanted to spite people. It’s what Zach was good at back home. He could do it again here, too.
The idea lost his interest, though. Anger turned to sadness, and he just leaned again the tree. He didn’t want to do anything. Most people would be vile and turn on the one they cared about, but Zach couldn’t hate Adrienne. He wanted to save himself the pain and just walk away from her. Be cruel, make her friends hate him, and all of the ties would be cut. After his drunken chat with Adrienne’s close friend, Zach just hated himself. He couldn’t follow through with this plan. He was weak again. Go figure.
He had reported Rafe, hoping they would kick him out of the school. No student was capable of doing that to another student through some stupid prank. Maybe it would work. Maybe it wouldn’t. Zach would just have to wait and see. He expected to be disappointed, but that wasn’t anything new. Sighing, he tilted his head against the tree and stared at the sky. The air smelled like rain. He hoped it would rain soon.
A smile crossed his face; maybe he could convince Nico to help bring it sooner.
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| The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 14 |
[April 21, 2008 @ 10:16pm] |
Who: Adrienne (Narrative)
When: Saturday: February 24, 2007
Where: Adrienne's room then outside in the forest
What: Adrienne's reaction after her fight with Zach
Why had she opened her mouth to tell him about what happened with Rafe? Things were perfectly fine before she said anything, but then again what sort of relationship was built on secrets and lies? She told him about it because she didn’t think it was a big deal and because she trusted him. She had no reason to think that he was going to get upset as he had over the information she had shared.
She stared at her computer screen blankly even after Zach had signed off from instant messenger. Tears were welling in her eyes and try as she might to hold them back they eventually ran down her cheeks. It was slow at first, the initial shock of the entire situation just barely sinking in. But after a few moments of re-reading his words and thinking back to Wednesday night, Adrienne finally broke down. She flung herself on her bed, face buried into her pillow as she cried almost relentlessly. Why why why had she done something so stupid?
Zach asked her why and all she could say was that she was curious. It was the truth though; she was curious to see how sharp Rafe’s teeth truly were. Plus, there was that thrill of danger associated with it, even though she knew she was in no real danger at all. It didn’t mean anything at all so then why did Zach react the way he had?
She couldn’t think as her head began to pound with pain, it only happened when she cried as much as she had been. Adrienne lifted her head, eyes meeting with the puppy dogs that Zach had given her only yesterday. Why Adrienne… why did you do it? The tears kept flowing from her eyes as her mind kept repeating the same answer.
Curiosity.
Curiosity.
CURIOSITY!
But it didn’t change the fact that Zach was upset, and it didn’t change the terrified feeling that captured Adrienne’s heart. Her head was wracked in pain and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. The smell of her blood so apparent as her nails pierced her skin, the same blood that she had let Rafe drink. It was her life force, something so personal… why had she…? An angry growl left her throat suddenly. She could admit that her decision wasn’t exactly the wisest, but she also could admit that she didn’t like what Zach was implying about her in their messaging. How could he ask if she liked it, if she went around and let other vampires drink from her? What sort of person did he think she was anyway?
Anger replaced sadness as she sat up in her bed and pulled her shoes from beneath it. She tugged them on roughly and without a second’s hesitation she grabbed her keys and headed out the door. She needed air. Space. Distance away from her computer and anything that reminded her of what she had done. Mostly, she needed to get away from everything that reminded her of Zach. Her feet took off running, through the common room and down the halls until she reached the doors that led to her freedom. She didn’t stop as her legs pumped wildly beneath her, carrying her further away from everything that was hurting her.
Running away like before.
She let the forest consume her and let the trees comfort her by shielding her from those at the school. Her heart was about to burst from her chest but she kept running until her legs gave out from underneath her. She fell to the ground, a girl in shambles as she heard herself repeating over and over again:
You’ve just ruined everything.
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