Max struggled against the grip but was laughing all the while.
"You tricky little bastard!" he laughed, as he wrestled himself from the grip. He mimicked straightening a tie and brushed off his shoulders.
"Dude, do you not know centaurs? We're all about religion. I tend not to get involved much though. Far too much xenophobia for my liking. I treat everyone equally! Unless they're ugly...or fat." he finished, and exploded into more laughter.
Fitting his skull back on his neck, Nathan motioned down a wide hallway to the right. Large groups of other students making there way towards it, all talking quiet loudly
"That way. Looks like quiet a large line up as well"
Light. Lillith was sitting (or at least was trying to sit) in a grey room, only one light lit the room, and it was currently pointed directly at her, burning her eyes slightly. She had her tail restrained, large chains were holding it to the ground, and her arms were tied together. Ahead of her was the light and before that a small metal table, with a chair on the other side. She assumed that someone else was going to be using that soon.
A voice sounded from the other side of the room. "Miss DeVtoe," the voice announced, "Do you know why you are here?" A silloette stepped forwards from the light and sat at the table with her.
"N-no..." She looked down at the table, the light was too much for her to look at even at a peripheral glance.
The man said no words, instead producing a photograph and sliding it towards her with a decaying hand. She picked the photograph up, with a small amount of difficulty, and brought it to level with her eyes, trying to hide a few tears that were now building up.
"Do you recognise this angel?" The decaying man asked slowly.
Yes. Of course she did. The blond hair, the bright, green eyes so deep and full of love, the fair skin. It was her Archi... "No," she lied, "I'm s-sorry... Can I go now?" She slided the photograph back.
He took the photograph away. "Interesting. You realise that we have reason to believe that this angel was in a committed relationship with you? And that you were the last person to see him alive the day he died...?" The man leaned forwards, resting his head upon both hands.
She retreated into the back of the chair, letting her hands fall to her lap and her lip began quivering. "I-I..."
"Now please, answer the question truthfully. Do you know this angel?"
"I... I didn't m-mean to..." She stuttered. "I told him to run but he didn't listen!"
"Listen to what, Miss DeVtoe?"
"I... I usually... lock myself away. To avoid people. But he came into the room looking for me and..." She bit her lip, "I tried to stop myself... But I couldn't control myself!" She was close to tears, recounting her own version of the events. "My tail... wrapped around him and... started crushing him... He couldn't breath... I couldn't stop..."
"You...?" The man was taken aback by the confession, "You are saying that you murdered Archi Balat?"
She nodded solemnly, wiping away the tears with the rag binding her hands together.
"Then what happened to his body, Miss DeVtoe?"
"I-I... I ate him!" she confessed, her entire soul was spilling out the details of her Archi's death. Her head fell to the table and into her waiting arms, she started crying her eyes out. You're a sick, twisted, perverse girl! Letting you live is a crime in itself!
The man looked backwards to his associates, with the sort of look that screamed "What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into this time?" and shook his head before turning his attention back to her. "Miss DeVtoe. You know how serious this is... You are lucky that we found this out before anyone else did."
"Lucky...? I don't see how this makes me lucky... Any way you go about it everyone will see me as a murderer..."
"We... may be able to help you." He smiled warmly (or as warmly as a zombified man can), "We understand your predicament. Many of the more rare unnaturals, like yourself, often split from families and relatives to attend schools like the one you are in. The stress of this, plus the often beastial nature of most of them, result in them reverting sometimes. If we... manage to get you away, to a new society, we can make this incident go away as if nothing happened."
"But..."
"We'll move you to America. No-one will be able to track you there, the news there will not deem this important enough to make a story of. We simply have to take a few liberties and get you into the next plane."
"To... America? But I... I have no..."
"All the work has been done. The next plane leaves in thirty minutes and we intend to have you on it. There is another school available that you can go to."
"Really? And no-one will...?"
"Brand new school. Brand new you. You will need to be escorted by armed guards, for everyone's safety, but otherwise you will be left to your own devices. But if we get a repeat of this event..." He paused, letting her finish the sentence for herself.
In America... I can start over.
I get bored. Sue me.
By the way, I hope you guys are reading these. I'm not writing them for the good of my health here. =/
Max turned and smiled at Sam. "Damn man, I don't think I'll ever get used to how tall you are.
"Werewolves man." he continued, taking out his pipe once more and giving it a quick drag before hastily stuffing it back into his satchel. "That's some crazy shit right there. Reckon if you threw a bone he'd get distracted?" he laughed as he felt the familiar buzz of Shrew come over him. He peeked round the line and saw the sign, somehow floating a few inches over the queue.
FIRST YEAR CLASS SIGN UP SHEETS
He smiled as he turned round. "Guess that's us. Shouldn't be too long now I don't think."
By the way CounterAttack. ThreeWords is away for a while for some reason. I forget what it is, but unless Rochelle happens to know any 3 day long songs she might want to go do something else for a while.
Rochelle turned at the sound of someone humming along as she made her way to the sign-up sheet. "You know Last Man Standing?" she asked. "Hi, I'm Rochelle Novassa. What's your name?"
"Cool, I think we should get him a ball or some flea powder." Sam joked, joining the line. "If there is a room for three you fancy it? I would like a big window though."
One asked whether you will be assigning rooms and roomies for yourselves or whether I will do that. Now, like everything else here, the answear to this question depends completely on you. Do you want to create your own roomies? Feel free to do so if you do. If you don't, I am here for you.
Now for some more fuel for the imagination:
1) teacher at the school: Grandma Irontooth.
While se is not, in fact, the actual Baba Yaga of slavic myth, the old crone is(as are many of her kind) a fan of said witch, and replacing one of her own teeth with a jagged chunk of iron was her own way of showing her admiration for the idol. Plus, it grants her protection from faerie magic.
Grandma Irontooth, who adamantly refuses to tell anyone her real name out of fear that rival witches will use the knowledge against her(sure, you can call her granny if you would like. She will probably do something horrible to you for that, thaugh), is pretty much the archtypical "wicked witch of the woods", and she loves to make sure it stays this way. She teaches all kinds of students in the school(thaugh, naturally, she prefers teaching witches and warlocks), and is one of the only teachers who, with a troubling regularity, actually eats children who annoy her. Beef is nice and all, but human flesh is best, and children are even better. She dwells within one of the school's many sub basements, in a particulary smelly, dirty and cramped "cave" where she spends most of her time bent over ancient grimoires, cackling madly, or tending to her giant, black, bubbling cauldron. She also likes to play with her black cat, Sebastian, but she won't let the students find out.
She is a mean, vile, horrible old lady, and one with the ability to curse and hex and turn you into a variety of slimy things if you get on her nerves. Which many do. She is quick to anger, slow to trust, loves it when people are hurt, loves to hurt people, and is quite simply a terrible, terrible (in)human being.
Comically stereotypical and incompetently wicked as she might look, thaugh, one should never underestimate the Grandma: she is, after all, under all the black pointy hat and the crooked nose and the warts, one of the most powerful witches currently alive, and that says a lot. She almost never actually uses more then one percent of her magical might, but when she decides to show all of it... well, it will suffice to say that some old ladies are not to be laughed at. At all.
2)place within the school grounds: The Clockwork Court:
Once there lived a mad scientist, a student then a teacher at the school, who's passion was building clockwork men. He built them of silver, he built them of steel, he even made some of glass. He loved his clockwork men, those small as a mouse and those big as an elephent, and he was damn good at making them, too. Not many mad scientists were as capble as he in the creation of automatic intelligences. His clockworks were as smart and emotionally deep as they were beautiful, and some were very beautiful indeed. He used to fit round, white porceline masks over their strange looking heads and draw all kinds of angelic faces over them, in order to make his creations look more friendly. He gave them voice. He gave them fancy cloths. He taught them how to act like proper, civilized beings(which was awefully ironic, as the professor himself was never much of a socialite).
One day the man dies, as all men do at some point.
The clockworks went on without him. They were evolved enaugh. His laboratory they turned into a stylish, elegant victorian salon. With sofas and a pool table and cigars and everything. The place still exists in one of the old school buildings. It's small, but comfortable enaugh. There they sit, all day long(since they don't actually need to sleep or eat or go to the bathroom), dressed as fancy gentlemen and ladies, their porceline smiles never once moving, and there they pretend that their lives have some meaning to them.
It is tragic indeed how humanlike they became, in this respect.
They do what they were taught to do: they play cards, they speak about politics(they don't actually know anything about politics, thaugh. They just invent people like "Count Table" or something and then they discuss scandals that never happned), they talk about literature(again, this often nesseciates inventing books that never were), they dance and laugh and they challange each other to dules with clockwork swords and clockwork guns.
They are very polite and friendly towards those who enter their palace(they are, after all, gentlemen, are they not?). They even invite some people regularly to "tea and cookies"(too bad they don't really know how to make those. The results of their experimants are not usually very tasty).
Just never mention to them how downright ridiculus they look.
Some who do that disappear. To where and how, nobody knows. But I will tell you this: those nice masks that the clockwork aristocrats are wearing? Some of them are recognizble as former students.
Let's keep it at that.
Cornelius awoke and looked around,he scratched the back of his ehad. Might as well try to make a friend...
Cornelius got up and walked to the main hall,to see if anyone was there.
Lillith listlessly eyed the small device she had been handed just before her entrapment in this box. She looked upon it's glowing screen and touched it, prompting a menu to appear. She put the large headphones she had been given on, as she had been instructed to, and then pressed twice upon the iPod's screen, leaving her song selection to the luck of the draw.
~It's been such a long time
~I think I should be going, yeah
~And time doesn't wait for me
~It keeps on rollin'
She looked upon the small screen and raised her eyebrows, impressed with the person who had outfitted this iPod with music. They certainly knew her style. She smiled and started to sing along tunelessly to the song, and mimed along to the guitar whenever she deemed it relevant.
~Sail on
~On a distant highway, yeah
~I've gotta keep on chasin' a dream
~I gotta be on my way
~Wish there was something I could say, oooh.
And so began the next 9 hours and 15 minutes of Boston, Starship and Kansas. This would be a long journey...
I was going to make a long post about her being sneaked into the airport, but I couldn't be bothered. I'll make up for it tomorrow by sneaking her out of one.
Besides, I know how much everyone wants to hear Lillith's tone-deaf rendition of 'We Built This City' as soon as possible. =D
EDIT: It occurs to me that for a person who is 'not playing yet' I seem to be making a large amount of posts. Ah, who cares?
Dillon was woken by a deep grumbling voice coming from somewhere behind him. His book was sprawled on the ground next to him, some of the pages crumpled. In his comfort, he must have nodded off.
He picked up his book and got to his feet, looking around for the body that belonged to the voice. "Hello? Who's there?"
To his horror, it was not a person, but the tree itself that answered. "That would be me, boy. It appears you were taking a nap against my face."
Putting his shock aside, Dillon remembered his manners. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't--"
"Don't worry, my lad!" the tree said, cutting Dillon off, "It's not something you see every day, I'm sure."
Dillon scratched his head tiredly. "N-no.......no it's not. What, ehm....?"
The tree chuckled. "What am I? I'm a tree, of course! You've seen trees before, haven't you boy?"
"Yeah but they usually don't--"
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" the tree said, interrupting him again, "Run along, lad!"
"Oh yeah!" Dillon exclaimed, remembering that he hadn't signed into the school yet, "Goodbye, um.........sir."
Dillon sprinted away in the direction of the school building, pursued by the deep chuckling of the mighty oak. He reached the door in record time, stowing his book away and shouldering his bags.
He dashed through the large front doors and found himself in a crowded entrance hall full to the brim with students. Spotting the first year sign-up sheet, he ran over and stopped in front of it, gasping to regain his breath after all that running. He scribbled his name on the list hastily, and turned to face the room. "So.........what do I do now?"
"Sven Torgerson. Yeah, my dad's something of a classic rock nut. I've always preferred the Foo Fighters myself, but you can do a lot worse than Jovi. So, is this your first year here?" Sven noticed a couple of bite marks on her neck. Vampire, has to be... no, assume nothing. The only thing you really know is you know next to nothing about the things that go on here.
"Yeah, my first year," Rochelle said. "A vampire almost killed me about a month ago, and now I'm here for my safety." She stretched her wings and settled them back into place, smiling.
"Just out of curiosity, and I don't mean to be rude, but what are you?" she asked. "You look pretty much human to me."
Carolina opened her mouth to protest against being called ?a snack,? but by the time she could get a word in edge wise everyone had scattered their own way. Taking a deep breath to relax herself she repeated the directions she was given, left, left right, another left then one last right. She just started on, pulling her trunk behind her repeating the directions to herself. She was just about to give up hope when she reached a large building with the word ?Dorms? overhead. Silently, she did a small victory dance earning a couple of strange looks from the others around her. Blushing she made her way in, pulling out a plain folder out of her messenger bag. She pulled out her dorm assignment and key looking down at the number embroidered on it, 358H.
By the time she found the door she was on the seventh floor exhausted. She opened up the door, smiling. It was by no means extravagant but it had a homey charm about it. The door opened up to a small, maroon colored living space connected to a hallway and small kitchenette. The living space only held a worn couch facing entertainment system and a small bookshelf in the corner. A black shag carpet covered dark-stained wooden floors. A little dark, but not bad, she thought critiquing. She saw the hallway connecting to three doors, two bedrooms and a small bathroom. On one of the whitewashed doors was a silver plaque with her name written on it. Opening it up, a small gasp escaped. The room itself was nothing special save the giant bay window almost taking up an entire wall. Three sea-foam greens met a French style bay window over looking the forest and lake on the school grounds. The sun would set facing the window, letting the green light up the room as it filtered through the trees. A giant smile made its way across her face; this was going to be a good year.
She still hadn?t met her roommate if she even had one. This, however, did not stop her from leaving the dorm just as quickly as she came. Armed only with her camera she made her way across the campus, only pausing to snap a quick shot or two or the grounds or students talking with one another.
Cornelius was bored,he walked to the gardens,switched his iPod to Devils Dance floor,and started to dance the dance of the forest Nymphs,it was not perfect,but it was beautiful none the less,he skin glowed,quite literally glowed,like a brilliant light,when he stopped,he bowed and sat. Looking around for animals. Strange,that usually attracts them to come to me
I'll take you up on that, if you want. It'd be interesting to see how it would work out, seeing as you're not allowed to touch me.
Or are the dorms segregated?
"Oh, I'm a werewolf. Everyone else seems to catch that right away for some reason, and a couple of people I've met aren't nearly as sensitive about it as you. I swear, if that demonic bastard calls me Fido one more time, I'm cooking bat wings."
Renard stopped talking, almost horrified about what he just said. What the hell? Why is this affecting me so much? Maybe I am becomimg more dangerous because of this werewolf thing.
Cornelius gave up waiting or animals and put on his fedora,he began to walk back to the main building when he saw a angel,he looked upon her and thought about trying to talking to her,he took out of his pocket a coin. Heads I try and talk to her and her friend,tails I don't
He flipped the coin.
It came up tails.
He was almost disappointed,he carried on back to the main building.
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