Armand (![]() ![]() @ 2009-04-30 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | armand, complete, day seven, juniper golding |
Who: Armand and Juniper
When: Day Seven, sometime after midnight. After the meeting with Pandora and Claudia.
What: Pouty!Armand is pouty!
Where: In front of Juniper's dorm
Rating: Uh... rated at least PG-13, most likely. This is Armand, after all.
Status: Complete
Armand had had better nights. In all honesty, he'd had no idea his journal entry would stir so much up. Okay, that wasn't exactly true. He had known it was likely that some stuff would be stirred up, or else he probably wouldn't have stated things the way he did. But not to the point it had been. He wasn't talking to Schuldig. As far as he could tell, Juniper wasn't talking to Edward. He wasn't, either, but that wasn't a big change. All in all, however, things were a fairly large mess.
Not to mention, he'd come face to face with people from his past. Pandora, his strong, cold, sister, and Claudia, the child vampire he had condemned to death. All in all, he was rather out of sorts. So when the chance had come to meet up with Juniper, the vampire had taken it, without particularly thinking about it. He just needed to get away for a little while, needed some time to pull his mind together. So without speaking to Schuldig any further, as he was rather annoyed with him in general, he walked out into the late night/early morning.
The sunrise was several hours off. He could feel it coming, but it wasn't close. He had time. His shoulders hunched against a chill that he didn't even really feel, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He looked like a beautiful teenaged boy, out at night, alone. He was so good at this guise that he didn't even think about it, just adopted it. When he got in front of Juniper's dorm, he stopped, leaned against a tree, and waited.
He sent out no mental call this time, either with the power of compulsion or otherwise. She knew he was coming, after all. So he just stayed right where he was, leaning wearily against the tree, thinking. His forehead rested against the rough bark, the events of the night playing through his head. All in all? He was not what could be considered a happy little vampire.