Saint Poemandres Boarding School

[Agent Larkin]

"Nothing about your construction? Amazing. Whoever built you had some amazing skill. Oh how rude I keep forgetting." With this Alexander turned and picked up two inch tall figure. "This is Charles Xavier Rolex." The Construct bowed its head "Pleasure to meet you" "And I am Alexander C. O'Riordan and I am absolutely pleased to meet you."

 

[j1-2themax]

OK, she's here, now what? Sven suddenly wished he thought this through more, though he was pleased to see she was still all right.

"Uh, no. In fact, I came to make sure you were all right, with the demon carrying you off and all. So, what happened after that?"

 

[DownpourLiar]

Carolina rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, ?Oh,yah I'm fine, but thanks for checking up that's sweet of you. He didn't really want anything you know, nothing special. He just wanted to create excitement I suppose,? she said, not sure herself why she was lying. Some reason she didn?t want everyone to know what was hidden in her bag right now. ?Would you like to come in for a moment? I?m sure Dillon won?t mind too much, plus I don?t think you?ve been properly introduced, have you?? she said opening the door wider to allow him inside.

 

[DuplicateValue]

"Not really, no." Dillon said, walking over to shake the newcomer's hand. "Nice to meet you - as Carolina said, I'm Dillon. You must be Sven... Why don't you sit down - I'm making coffee if you want some."
He looked at his stressed face and laughed. "You definitely look like you need some."

 

[CounterAttack]

Rochelle turned at the knock, having almost started unpacking a suitcase. She cautiously opened the door a few inches to reveal Jon, the guy she had met a while back.

"Oh, hey, Jon," she said, visibly relaxing. "Come on in." She smiled and opened the door.

 

[j1-2themax]

"Eh, I get kinda jittery when I have too much caffine. But, I suppose I could stay for a little bit all the same." Sven returned Dillon's handshake with the same firm grip he gave almost everyone else he met. "So, Dillon, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you?"

 

[Quad08]

Nathan bowed low

"As much as I would love to, I still have to unpack the rest of my things. But please, keep the invitation open. I would love to come by later"

And with a final nod, he made his way back to his room

 

[DuplicateValue]

Dillon thought for a second, deciding whether or not he should explain properly. He was tired now, and didn't particularly feel like going through all the details, so he kept it simple.
"I'm a type of faerie." he stated, pushing his hair back to expose one of his pointed ears.
He observed Sven, looking for any physical giveaways. Much to his surprise, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. "And you? You look like a regular human. What's your story?"

 

[j1-2themax]

A type of fairy? You mean there's more than one type? Jesus, exactly how clueless am I? And when am I going to make that trip to the library?

Sven wanted Dillon to go into a little more detail, but decided it wasn't that important, at least at the moment.

"I am a werewolf. Or, if you want to be more precise, I've been a werewolf for the past nine months. Don't ask if I was turned or just a late bloomer: even the experts couldn't tell for sure. I don't like to shift into my other form much, though the shift becomes involuntary at night or when I get really pissed off."

 

[Fraught]

Sander was adamant at first to interrupt, but he finally decided to do it.
"Hey, Rhoda?" he quietly said.
"What?"
"Your playing is amazing, and I'd love to listen to more, but I'm afraid I, or, rather, we, should find some place to settle down. I mean places. Places, yes," the boy continued, blushing for a short moment, slowly starting to grab his baggage.

 

[Quad08]

Nathan arrived back in his room, looking for any sign of Max or Sam.

"Hello? Anyone still in here?"

He called, as he made his way towards his room

 

[Oneirius]

Spoiler: OOC

Just for your consideration, according to plan studies will begin tomorrow(game time, naturally. Feel free to role play this afternoon as long as you want). About half the classes are pretty much normal. Mathematics, english, biology, whatever. Another half are supernatural classes. These are usually exclusive to each supernatural type, thaugh there is some overlapping(For example, mages learn both with demons, ghosts, and faeries, in order to gain a wider view of different kinds of magic)

 

[DuplicateValue]

Dillon nodded his head slightly and smiled at Sven. "I'll have to remember to stay on your good side, then. Wouldn't want to be the one to set off your rage, now would I?"
He went over to fetch the coffee for himself and Carolina, handing one of the mugs to her with a smile as he made his way to the sofa, careful not to touch her hand. He sat down and took a sip, letting it calm him after the long and tiring evening.
He watched the two of them for a second, assessing their relationship in his mind. Realising that he was probably intruding upon the intention of Sven's visit, he stood up again. "I think I might go and unpack. I'll leave you two to your conversation."
He smiled at Carolina with a wink, and made his way into his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Come to think of it, I really do need to unpack..." he thought, opening some of his bags and pulling clothes out of them. He looked around for some drawers and began stowing them away.

 

[revolverwolf]

She remained outside for a short while, waving casually to Nathan as he entered his own room and then entered her own. Her offer of a drink had been genuine, she was fairly thirsty herself, and she looked about her room for some semblance of a drinks cabinet.

She found it, opening it to reveal a few alcoholic drinks, though absolutely nothing worth the hangover they'd bring, and a few bottles of cheap lemonade. Swigging some from one bottle, she winced at the bitter taste and wiped her mouth to get rid of any of the drink that was left upon her lips. An awful and cheap drink, that she suspected may in fact have been soupy water, but at least she wasn't thirsty any more.

Sighing, defeated by the events of the day so far, she closed the curtains, dimmed the lights and curled up in her bed. Her dreams would be filled with thoughts of the day, the people she had met and her ex-boyfriend, the one she had loved so much...

"Archi..." She mumbled, unheard by all, closing her damp, amber eyes to the world around her. It would be a while until sleep eventually took her away.

Spoiler: OOC

She smiled, happy that she'd run across Nathan before having to wander the school alone. He'd certainly made the trip... memorable. "Thanks. For helping me pick a room, and all..." Speaking of her room, it appeared that they had reached it.

"So... do you want to come inside?" She playfully wrapped some hair around her index finger and twirled it.

Told you she is a man eater, in every sense of the word!

So just including a little playful hair twirling in my post and suddenly Lilli and Nate have to be dancing the horizontal lambada as soon as they enter the room? XD

She ain't like that! She's a good girl. I've got a reason why she wouldn't like him that way anyway. But don't make her say it. It'd embarrass Nathan enough to make him re-kill himself!

 

[DownpourLiar]

Carolina thanked Dillon for the cup of coffee and sipped it feeling the warmth spread through her. She sat back down, curled up on the couch with it, and offered Sven a seat before taking another sip, sighing, in the relief of its comfort, softly. She watched Dillon get up to leave and felt a familiar burn feeling of embarrassment as he winked at her, implying something. He doesn?t think?.does he? She looked down in her cup waiting for her blush to subside. Twirling the remnants of the coffee in her cup, she looked up at Sven gingerly. ?So how do you like it here so far? Do you think you?re going to like it here??

 

[ThreeWords]

"It is good to meet you both" said Elijah warmly, extending a hand to Alexander, "I wonder, have you visited the Clockwork Court? You may find it interesting..."

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Jon slipped inside with a smile. As he drew nearer, he detected the nuances of Rochelle's feelings better, though he could not tell their subjects, only their shapes. Hoping to help her feel better, he allowed his glamor to envelope her, gently pulsing feelings of reassurance, calm, comfort and confidence.

"Are you ok?" he asked out loud, "You look a little uneasy"

Far off, he sensed a deep sadness and regret, but it was too distant to focus, and he kept his attention on Rochelle

 

[Agent Larkin]

"I will be at some stage for the moment I am busy re-building my home comforts and I hope this doesn't come across as rude by I intend to go to sleep now." Said Alexander with a sheepish grin on his face.

 

[CounterAttack]

For some reason, Rochelle began to feel different, almost as if Jon's very presence caused her to relax, as if he had just assured her everything was fine.

"Just some old, bad memories," she said, smiling back at Jon. "I should be fine." She turned to her suitcases. "I was about to get started unpacking. Can I get you a drink or something?"

 

[ThreeWords]

"Sorry to interrupt,' said Jon, then to the offer, "Yeah, that would be great. The Change brings the worst headaches. In fact, have you got anything alcoholic? A depressant really helps. Anyhow, are these memories worth talking about, or best left to lie?"

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"Not at all." said Elijah, "Indeed, it is most rude of me to keep you from your sleep. I'll let you be now. Goodnight, Alexander. Goodnight Charles Xavier Rolex"

With that, a nod to the construct, and a last gaze at the band, he slipped out.

Spoiler: OOC

Anyone else want to talk to Elijah-Jacques Harlequin? Just run into him...

 

[CounterAttack]

Rochelle crossed to a small drinks cabinet and began looking through it. After about a minute, she scratched her head in thought. "Hmmm... I don't really know if there's anything worth drinking; I don't know much about alcohol. You're welcome to have a look, though."

She opened the fridge, took out the jug of water and set it on a bench to take some of the chill off it.

"I guess it couldn't hurt to tell you what happened," she said, sitting down on her bed. "I was attacked by a vampire about a month ago. It was midnight, and I was on my way home alone from a small party. The others had gone on ahead. All of a sudden something just... pulled me out of the sky -I was flying- and I crashed to the ground."

She paused, afraid to go on, but something in Jon's presence gave her courage.

"I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I was tied to a table or something, and someone was standing near me, staring at me. I saw the hunger in his... his b-blood-red eyes..." Her voice started shaking, and she shivered, despite the warmth she felt.

"I-I remember the... the first bite." Rochelle indicated her neck. "I remember... screaming out for help. Someone else... killed the vampire before... before he could..." She buried her face in her hands and closed her eyes, her whole body shaking now.