Saint Poemandres Boarding School

[Alotak]

"How indeed, I'm sure this place has a fair few books on the subject." Sam mused, he stopped walking wondering what he could do,
Well I can leave that place provided I can get the knife out, or leave it out, But you my friend it is more about extending you deal or me finding you a way out.
"It's not going to be easy for us."

Spoiler: occ

Sorry about the lack of posts, the power has been on the frits.

 

[Quad08]

Nathan shrugged

"Is it ever easy when hell is involved?"

He looked out at the serene forest

"Perhaps we should leave this dismal talk for after the party. Should be a good time eh?"

 

[revolverwolf]

Feeling sure that her room was free of alcohol, she now went to make sure that she was. Her clothes and scales still reeked of the substance, her head swam with it's telltale scent, and she wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible. And short of moulting her skin, the shower was her answer.

She always did hate showers. They were glass boxes filling with water, and yet they were so commonplace and mundane to humanoids that no-one realised they were so utterly ridiculous.

And anyone could see into them. Which was unnerving as hell, considering that any number of amateur mages at any moment could be scrying on you, and especially considering the fact that people invariably seemed to burst in on her when she least wanted them to. If that theory was true, she could probably expect everyone she had met thus far, and about half of the school including, to turn up quite quickly.

She undressed and quickly got into the shower, locking the bathroom door behind her as an added precaution, not waiting to see if her theory was correct. It was about as comfortable as she had expected since she could barely fit in the shower anyway. Instead of the usual position she had to lie with her back to the wall, arms folded across her chest and her tail running idly away into the bathroom area. It was awful having to shower like this. Maybe she could explain her situation to Mister Oneirius? He might magic up a Soaking Pool, or at least a bath.

Regardless of how annoying it was, at least she had time to think without having anyone to listen in on her thoughts. She reached up and turned the valve above her, starting the trickle of water from the shower-head above. She showered in relative silence, letting the rhythmic pitter-patter of water drops ease her mind.

***************

Some time later

She wrapped a towel around herself and then coiled her tail up in the shower, so that she was now face up on the ground. Her hair and skin were clean, but her scales were still alcohol-soaked. After a few seconds of running water onto her tail, she brushed her hands down it to force the water along each scale. Then she dried herself.

As soon as she was sure that the smell of alcohol was gone, and any trace of water was gone as well, she went to get dressed. She unlocked the bathroom door, cautiously sticking her head out to make sure that no-one had thought to sneak in while she showered, and then proceeded to the wardrobe.

She slipped on a red dress, feeling that she would appear far less intimidating in more feminine attire, which would cause fewer people to act antagonistically to whatever she was doing, and threw the towel onto the little pile of clothes that had started to accumulate.

Now that she was feeling better, she turned her attention to the time. Hmm... Still a bit of time before Oneirius wants to talk to me and the demon... She decided that now would be a good time to get rid of the glass bottle shards. She grabbed the bag and headed down toward the first floor.

 

[Alotak]

"True that friend, true that." Sam sighed, "but yes lets leave it until later i had better go and wash up for my meeting with the head."
Sam broke into a jog, taking of from the jog and flying towards the building.

 

[j1-2themax]

After about ten minutes, Sven got out of the shower and put on a polo and some nice khaki pants, hoping that would be good enough for the party. He went to check on Rochelle and, seeing no noticable change in condition, decided to stay in his room. Not having much else to do until the party (or Rochelle woke up, whichever came first), he took out his laptop and started listening to some of the music he had stored on it.

 

[DownpourLiar]

Carolina couldn?t help but laughing a little at Dillon?s naïve nature. ?No, I seriously doubt it?s formal, probably just a small get together, no worries,? she explained. ?I?m going to need to catch a quick shower too though. I?ll just grab a quickie right after you, I need to set up my laptop anyways,? she said as they made their way back to the room. When they got there, she headed towards her room, ?If you could just tell me when you?re done I?d appreciate it,? she said entering her room. She started unpacking her wires and cables for her laptop and camera, getting ready to set it all up while she waited.

Spoiler: OOC

No worries, I did the same haha.

 

[Oneirius]

The voice answers Rochelle with a hint of amusement. "You are unconscious, possibly and your alcohol soaked brain has decided thus to throw you here for now. "Here" is a corner of your subconscious world. Everybody has one. And as I have said, they are usually more interesting."
You can't quite remember when or how the tall, thin man in the pure white suit and the white, grinning drama mask got to the stool in front of you(was there a stool in front of you before?), but right now he was sitting there, and that's what' important. He looked quite comfortable.
"I am Mister Oneirius, headmaster of your school. A pleasure to meet you. I am here because I was called here. Your subconscious sent a signal, a distress beacon, if you will."
The white man was now sitting, for some reason, on a large, white couch, and for some reason you sat on the other side from him.
"Now what it is that is troubling you so?"

 

[CounterAttack]

Spoiler: OOC

Just curious: do I post this from Rochelle's perspective, or respond to it? I don't know.

 

[Oneirius]

Spoiler: OOC

Whatever you like. The game is about you and for you.

 

[revolverwolf]

Lillith quietly sang as she searched for somewhere to deposit the bag of glass shards, rather happy that she had run across no-one unexpectedly. Eventually she found a rather unassuming metal hatch that, when she looked into it, went down into utter darkness. She looked around, while still singing, almost certain that a trash chute should have a recycling chute nearby...

Shrugging, and deciding to voice her concern later, she forced the bag down the chute, watching it descend into the blackness before erupting into magical flame. Of course the chute was magical. It made as much sense as everything else did.

She left, going back to Rochelle's room to see how she was coping.

 

[CounterAttack]

Spoiler: OOC - Oneirius

I tweaked your post a little to better suit my writing style and grammar use.

As Rochelle's "dream" continued, the amethyst splintered again, and the cracks started to become a little deeper.
---
The voice answered her with a hint of amusement. "You are unconscious, possibly, and your alcohol soaked brain has decided thus to throw you here for now. "Here" is a corner of your subconscious world; everybody has one. And as I have said, they are usually more interesting than yours is at this point in time."

Rochelle blinked, and when she opened her eyes a tall, thin man in a pure white suit and white, grinning drama mask was sitting on a stool in front of her, looking perfectly at ease. She furrowed her eyebrows; he hadn't been there a second ago.
The man spoke, "I am Mr Oneirius, headmaster of your school. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rochelle Isabelle Novassa. I am here because I was called here. Your subconscious sent a signal, a distress beacon, if you will. Now what is it that is troubling you so?"

Rochelle was unsure of the headmaster's intent. She did not trust him with the three secrets she kept; the vampire attack; what Lillith had told her before they had started drinking; and her developing feelings for Sven, which she was still uncertain about. Her perspective changed without warning, giving her a slight headache until she adjusted. Instead of standing, she now sat at one end of a white couch, facing Mr Oneirius, who sat at the other end, still perfectly relaxed as if this was entirely normal for him.

Rochelle hesitated. "You can see into my mind?" she asked as she unfolded her wings and stretched them out, then settled them over her shoulders like a jacket or cloak. "Obviously you are able to, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Anyway, sir, I mean no disrespect, but I don't trust you with my secrets. My dreams, my hopes, my desires... and my nightmares."

 

[Oneirius]

"Of course I can", he says very quickly and very nonchalantly. Almost annoyingly so, in fact. "It is my job to. Your subconscious, and from within it, your every thought, memory, or emotion, flows from the dream realms over which I reign.". He takes a sip from a cup of tea that was not there a moment ago. Damn, reality is fluid here.
"I am not doing that to hurt you, or because I am evil or mad. It is the nature of things. I will not tell them to anyone, I promise to you that. Unless you want me to, of course."
Then, suddenly, he is standing in front of you. "You wanted to talk, but wanting is one thing and then wanting is another", he says with the kind of logic likely to be applied by a cosmic entity. "Call me if you ever need me, I am always a nap away".
Then he is gone, as if he never was there before. The white walls of the room begin to crack.

 

[CounterAttack]

The walls shattered and fell to the floor, crumbling into tiny shards. The floor, too, cracked and broke apart, leaving a small circle which Rochelle stood on. She looked around, and found she was standing in familiar skies: those of her home town. The tiny patch of "floor" was connected to nothing, just hovering perfectly in mid-air. Rochelle's dress shimmered and changed colour to black. She stretched her wings out, and jumped off the patch of "floor", which vanished as soon as her feet left it.

Rochelle soared into the skies of her dream, desperate for the sensation of flight, which she had not experienced in months. It was glorious; the wind blew her hair back, and she felt free from her troubles.

Then a powerful force grabbed her ankle, and pulled her down from her flight. Her world faded to black, and when she regained her sight, the familiar, yet horrifying, pair of blood-red eyes stared hungrily at her, filled with the knowledge that the next thing the vampire would taste would be Rochelle's blood. She screamed in terror as he bared his fangs and ran his tongue over one in anticipation, but there was nothing she could do to stop him from reaching down to her throat, preparing to bite...

---

As Rochelle's nightmare returned, she shuddered slightly. The amethyst slipped out of her hand, and fell to the floor as the bite mark on her neck became colder to touch.

 

[revolverwolf]

As Lillith reached the room again, prepared with her apologies, she tried to open the door. Unsurprisingly, it was locked...

Not dissuaded by this, she knocked loudly on the door. "'chelle? Sven? Anyone in there?"

 

[DuplicateValue]

"Yeah sure." Dillon called over his shoulder as he headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stripped off his clothes and hopped into the shower, feeling the soothing warm water running down his skin. A few minutes later, he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and got out, drying himself quickly. Tying a towel around his waist, he walked out into the hallway. He poked his head into Carolina's room, lightly knocking first to make sure it was okay. "Hey, I'm out. You can go in now."
Dillon gave her a quick smile and disappeared back into the hallway towards his room. He shut the door behind him and got some underwear from one of the drawers. Rooting through his bag, he found his favourite pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved top. He pulled them on and threw himself down onto his bed. "I might as well relax for a while until Carolina finishes getting ready..."

 

[j1-2themax]

Sven was playing AC/DC and using the clock on his laptop to finally set that alarm clock when he heard something drop by Rochelle's bed. He saw the amethyst on the floor and put it back in Rochelle's hand; as he did, he noticed her body temperature seemed to have dropped. "Rochelle?" He felt for a pulse again: this time it was racing. Crap. I should probably wake her up. It wasn't until then when he noticed someone knocking on the door. When did I lock the door again? He opened the door to find the lamia had returned. He greeted her with a "Hello, come to check up on Rochelle?"

 

[DownpourLiar]

Carolina had just hooked up her camera when Dillon finished up. She started a file dump before grabbing her stuff and heading to the bathroom. After finishing her normal routine in the bathroom, she headed back to her room, both her body and hair wrapped in a towel with steam hanging in the tiled room. She closed the door to her room behind her as she took her hair down and running the towel through it, trying to start drying it. Looking at her bag, her face twisted in concentration as she debated what to wear. I could use that green sundress I suppose but it might seem too dressy. What about that black skirt? Nah, too peppy for a party. Hmm? After a while, she finally decided on a pair of dark-washed jeans, a black and white striped v-neck and her green Chuck Taylors. It was simple, but then again, so was she. Her hair was almost completely dried and she set to straightening it so it sat flat around her face. Applying a little more make-up then usual, she finished up, examining herself in the mirror. She scrunched up her nose, not all the way familiar with the body she got before school. It wasn?t bad but she looked plain. Her computer beeped, bringing her out of her mind for a moment. Her camera was done and she unhooked everything, putting it neatly back on her desk. Glancing at the clock, she figured she had a while so she grabbed her latest book from her bag and headed back into the commons area. Her stomach growled at her, announcing that it was empty. I guess it?s time to eat then, especially since I haven?t all day, she thought with a smile. Remembering she had a roommate, she put her book down on the conter and went to knocked on his door. ?Hey Dillon? I?m going to make something to eat. Would you like me to throw you something together too?? she asked through the door.

 

[CounterAttack]

Rochelle gripped the amethyst tightly as the nightmare continued.

---

She screamed in pain as the fangs pierced her skin, and desperately tried to get free from the ropes pinning her down, but to no avail. The vampire pulled away and looked down at her, tied to the rough stone altar with no hope of escape. "Don't worry, my pretty one. It'll all be over ssoon enough," he said, his voice making a slight hissing noise. "Ssuch a flavour I have not tassted in years... you will be in far more pain than that as I sslowly drain your life force, my angel, for that first bite was a mere tasste for me..." He reached out and brushed a hand gently across Rochelle's cheek, holding her face, forcing her to look into his eyes; she was crying now, afraid for her life.

"No... don't do this, please... don't hurt me..." she gasped out pathetically.

"But, my angel, if I am to ssurvive, I musst feed. And you have been chossen to be my beautiful ssusstenance." The vampire bent down to her throat again and bared his fangs once more in preparation for the draining bite.

 

[revolverwolf]

"Pretty much. I figured she'd be up by now though..." She invited herself in, brushing passed Sven and heading straight for the angel. As opposed to how she had been left, Rochelle was now in the throes of some horrific dream. Lillith looked on, slightly confused, before her gaze fell upon the angel's face.

...She knew that face. The fear and the pain were so familiar to her. This face was the same face that any Lamia attack victim would make moments before their death. Rochelle was dreaming about being bitten. Everything pointed to that conclusion. Rapid breathing, muscles were tensing up.

A hint of worry spread across Lillith's face and she gulped. If Rochelle was dreaming about being bitten, could Lillith's trust in her be compromised? She might become scared and run to tell someone...

No. That's ridiculous. Your secret is safe with her. Lillith settled down beside the bed. Without turning her attention back to Sven, though still talking to him, she said, "How long has she been like this?"

 

[j1-2themax]

"Well, she hasn't been awake since..." Sven didn't see what she meant until he went back to Rochelle's bedside. She seemed very tense, as if she was scared about something. Now what would she be... Vampire. It can't be anything else. "That must have just started a minute or two ago. Might have something to do with the vampire attack." He knelt by the bed and asked Lillith, "Any ideas?"