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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 15, 2017 21:45:51 GMT
New Haven is a unique university located in New Hampshire of New England, America. It is not quite as elite as Harvard or Oxford, but it still has an excellent reputation for a high percentage of graduations and offers a variety of educational programs that will open up multiple career paths for it's students. But that isn't what makes this University so unique... New Hampshire has had a recent migration of Monster activity. Mythical creatures walk among humans, and most of the tales surrounding them have been greatly exaggerated much to their chagrin. Wolf packs have been around since the beginning, living there for decades and out of sight. Some vampires have decided to call this place their new home, looking to claim new territory. The misfits such as the undead and wendigo just want to live alone and in peace here, surviving their eternity without the risk of being hunted or harrassed. Many have their reasons for being here, and the younger monsters have enrolled into the University to either make more out of themselves or to just blend in. It is just another day at New Haven University.
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For most of the students on campus it is a free period to be used for studying, taking an extra class or using this time for a moment to have lunch and some time to relax. For Mallory, it allows her time to draw alone. She struggled through the day. For some reason, the vampires of the campus are paying extra attention to her and being one of the undead, it is not the good kind of attention. They take pleasure in harrassing her at any chance they get but one thing that is good about being dead is your emotions are dulled down. It still hurts that they go out of their way to make her day miserable, but she is used to it. She is working on a piece of drawing for her art class later that she is taking a minor in, while her major is neuroscience, which will greatly help her get into med school. Her dream was to be a Doctor Surgeon when she was alive... the irony of it would amuse her if she wasn't so focused on this piece. Her drawing this time is something rather... unsettling to look at. She forgot her lunch today and with her unusual diet or raw meat, it is difficult to find what she needed in the cafeteria. She's starving and beginning to grow impulsive, and it shows in her drawing which is would make a perfect piece for a horror theme. Her tutor seems to love these designs, says that Mallory puts a lot of emotion into this kind of work. She does, because she is always frustrated when she does draw like this and it's her only way of releasing that bottled up emotion without biting a chunk out of an animal or worse, a person. Luckily, she hasn't began to rot. That's a sign that she is about to lose control, as well as a hint to get out of public immediately. She has a good few hours and the day will be over sooner than that, she just needs to drop by the local butchers to pick something up and she will be right as rain. Just a few more hours... she has the will to do it. She knows she has.
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Post by Shift on Mar 15, 2017 22:48:25 GMT
Carlos sat at his usual table, and was reading his book in peace. He sighed, becoming increasingly bored with reading the book for the fifteenth-or-something time. He put the book down and studied the campus. He didn't find the need to get any food, seeing as he fed already quite a bit ago. There wasn't much going on around him right about now. It had been a while since he ran away, and since then he's already earned how to cook (He never really needed to, but it was nice to know that he could) and numerous other things. He'd even gotten a job as a grocery store clerk! He tried his best not to show himself to any vampires that happened to come by, knowing that they'll heckle at him for working when he should be lounging at home with his servents and private jet. He gritted his teeth as he thought of what they would've said. He ran away to break that stereotype, to show he didn't need rich parents or servants.
He picked up his bag and his book with him as he went for a walk. It was a free period so he didn't have to head to class yet. He disliked the sun beating down on him, so he moved quickly to his destination. He had noticed a library a few turns back, so he decided to head over. He needed a new book anyways, and he was bored to death. He noticed the library come into view as he walked briskly over to it. He noticed a few people reading outside, some with a cup of coffee in their hands as they read, but he continued to walk inside. He took a breath in as he smelled the air, which had a faint scent of coffee beans. These people must like their coffee, he mused. He went over to the fantasy section of the library and browsed for a few short moments, before taking a book out. He sat down at an empty table as he read the book he picked out. The book, from what he could tell from the blurb at the back, was about vampire and human love with werewolves that's named after a time of day.. He couldn't wait to see how many inaccuracies the story had within it. It was a decently sized book, so it could probably read it in a few days, or an afternoon if he was REALLY bored and had nothing to do.He comtinued to read the book, chuckling to himself when the book became stupid, which was quite a lot. He got shushed by the librarian a few times, in fact.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 16, 2017 15:12:48 GMT
Warren, Marco, and Joey were outside enjoying their free time. Marco bought a pizza for the guys to share while they screwed around between classes. The three have been inseparable since birth so naturally they meet up whenever they have the chance. Marco sat on one of the tables while he and Joey tossed a football back and forth. Marco's family was from Spain he is third generation and still retains his tanned skin. He dresses plainly white t-shirt and jeans as usual. His black hair is cut in a short Caesar and he wears a gold cross around his neck. His family is very conservative even for a werewolf family. Church every Sunday, no drugs or alcohol, the whole nine yards. What they don't know what hurt them though.
Joey was always the wild one of the bunch black leather jacket, jeans that are way too tight...also black, while sporting a green Mohawk on top of his head. A lot of the elders hate the attention he draws, but Warren respected him for it. Just because they were a pack doesn't mean they can't be themselves. At least that's how he saw the world, yes family was important and necessary, but so was being an individual. Warren goes to take a bite of his slice as the football quickly approaches, a perfect shot knows the slice straight onto the ground. Sauce spilling all over Warren's 'Misfits' shirt, as his lunch falls face down onto the ground, he slowly looks from the ground and slowly towards Joey.
"Oh you're fucking dead." Warren says excitedly, a smile growing on his face as he charges Joey, who responds by raising both hands beckoning him over. Lowering his shoulder and placing it squarely in Joey's stomach just below his ribs, Warren slams him hard into a tree causing the whole thing to shake violently forcing the flock of birds from their home. The two laugh as they begin to wrestle, Joey locks Warren into a guillotine wrapping his arms around Warren's neck and his legs around his ribs. Warren tries to counter by raining elbows into Joey's head and fist into his rib cage.
Joey releases his grip and separates the two of them, they both stand and taking up boxing stances trading blows with each other, while Marco takes another slice and eats it with a bored expression on his face. "Hey War, tomorrow night is a full moon." Joey starts talking while the dodges and counter punches against Warrens barrage, "I was thinking of asking your cousin Rebeca out, after the clan meet." Joey smiles slyly as the fight continues.
"Beca is way too good for you man." Warren answers dropping his guard slightly, all it takes is that slight loss of focus and Joey exploits it throwing a hard right hook. The blow twists Warren's body around causing him to bleed from the mouth. Warren smiles a devilish smile and grabs Joey's left leg putting him in a kneebar. The two are tied up with Joey on the losing end, Warren forces him to tap under threat of breaking his leg, which Joey does give up. As the two laugh enjoying the fight Warren looks at Marco with a sudden realization. "Hey have either of you two seen the new guy....uh Roy? Was that his name?" Marco nods his head answering Warren, but then shrugs while he takes another bite of his pizza. "Yeah right, anyway Alpha told me to invite him along for tomorrow night. I guess they are letting him join up." Warren shrugs as he grabs the last slice and takes a bite, the cheese and sauce mixing with the blood in his mouth it isn't the best taste in the world, but Warren has eaten worse. The guys spend the rest of their free time eating and talking about the usual things, the hot math teacher, how their last hockey game went, all the important things in life. It is a beautiful day and the boys are enjoying every second of it.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 17, 2017 8:12:24 GMT
Mallory finishes up her drawing, it's not a pretty one but she could see why her arts tutor likes it so much. Controversial image but it does display the struggle she is going through between her self control and hunger right now, which is making it increasingly difficult to ignore. She has time, maybe she could leave campus for a moment and pick something up... just a tiny snack would relief her right now. She stuffs her sketch pad into her shoulder bag and moves briskly, keeping her head down and a hood over her head. With the vampires targetting her especially today, they may stall her on purpose when they notice her signs of starvation, just to get some sick pleasure out of seeing her suffer. Unfortunately she doesn't look where she is gping and bumps into somebody, almost knocking them both over. She catches a glimpse who it is, but she wish she didn't. She stares in slight horror that she may have inadvertently antagonised her worst nightmare...
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Franky is outside and under the shade of a tree, hanging around with a few humans that she keep around her. They are treating her as the center of attention right now when they're talking about motorcycles, this is too easy for her to grab their awe. Grease Monkeys always love talking about mechanics and that is something she has more experience in than any of them, she just had to mention a Harley bike she has been fixing up at her part time job and she has them hooked line and sinker, almost drooling over the details she gives about the bike and drooling over the woman who knows a lot about motorcycles and cars, it's like they're living a dream. She wonders if she can trick one of them into letting her feed off of them. She doesn't have to bite them, just could easily cause an 'accident' which cuts their arm or hand deep which requires first aid, which Franky coincidentally knows. After patching them up and collecting the spilled blood, she has her drink while the victim has been tricked into thinking that she cares about their wellbeing, tempting them to see her again. It's a situation which works almost every time.
Just as the lads leave with their goodbyes and one giving their phone number to the free spirited vampire, she is almost knocked off her feet by some clumsy bitch. She turns to see Mallory, the undead that hangs about in the art class. Franky scoffs, this walking corpse just walked right into her and is too chicken shit to say a thing about it. "Watch where you're going, zombie girl." She growls and shoves Mallory, knocking her onto her behind and her bag spills it's contents. She gives a scared, quiet apology as she desperately picks up her things and stuffs them in her bag. Franky's lips twitch into a sinister smirk as she sees that Mallory wants to get out of this fast, like that is going to happen. As she reaches for her sketch pad, Franky kicks it away from her hands, skidding across the floor. "Why you in a rush, Mal? Feeling hungry?" She says sardonically, enjoying every moment. She feels like a bird of prey when she sees the undead girl's hands shake slightly, she can almost sense the tears welling up in her eyes.
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Post by Raz on Mar 17, 2017 13:15:43 GMT
It was a nice day all things considered, it was warm outside, and she had a short shift at the factory today. The job wasn't bad, it was boring as hell but it wasn't terrible. She just got to sit in front of a conveyor belt for a few hours and then make sure the machine doesn't break down. It paid pretty well considering how little effort needed to be put in for it. Fifteen dollars an hour was nothing to scoff at for a college student. Still, she was quickly getting sick of the smell of chocolate after being around it so much. However, the alluring smell of grilled chicken and steak coming from the food truck on campus was calling to her.
As per usual Alex's tacos were a school favourite. Which meant that there was a small crowd hanging around out front. The owner, Alex, and his wife, Lori,are from Mexico originally. They have consistently shown that their tacos are far superior to any generic Mexican restaurant around. Luckily for her, she put in her order earlier this morning so she wouldn't have to wait. As she approached Lori noticed her while she was taking another person's order. "Ah, Lilly! Your tacos are done, come around back." She said before moving onto the next eager customer. Lilly did as was suggested and walked around to the passenger side window where the owners son was waiting. He couldn't have been older than seven, he smiled once he saw her and handed her a brown paper bag and a large glass coke bottle. "That'll be six fifty." He said trying to sound like an adult. She chuckled and took out her wallet,once she handed him the money he put it in a lock box. "Thank you, come again!" He said as she waved goodbye.
She found a table next to some jocks who were playing foot ball. She set down her coke and removed the tinfoil covered tacos from the bag. They were still hot when she opened them up. She had ordered three mini chicken tacos and one with shredded steak. Each had melted cheese, diced onions, and cilantro on them. She removed one of the lime slices that came with her order and drizzled it on one of the chicken tacos. Next came the green sauce which was always nice and spicy. She was certain it had an actual name but that's just what everyone called it. She put a little on it and just as she was about to take a bite she heard the words, "Clan meet" come from the jocks table.
She frowned and looked back at them. There were two white guys and a Hispanic guy. Were Hispanics allowed to be part of the KKK she wondered? She decided to listen a bit closer as she ate her tacos.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 17, 2017 14:34:56 GMT
The smell of chicken fills the air as Warren and the boys sit around joking and having a good time. Eventually their talk turns a bit more serious when Warren's ears pick up the sound of an argument. His advanced hearing was unnecessary as the girl yelling wanted to make it clear she was pushing the poor goth girl around. "Don't do it War," Marco speaks up throwing his pizza crust into the box. "I know you want to go over there and help her out, but its none of our business." Marco's voice is calm, he looks at Warren sympathetically. "Listen that's Franky she's a complete bitch, but...ah fuck it go ahead and help the poor girl out." Marco gives up being the voice of reason after seeing the sketch pad go flying across the campus. "I hate people like her almost as much as you do, just don't do anything stupid, and we got your back for when you fuck up." He smiles and nods at Warren.
Warren nods back, with an excited smile he was still feeling the adrenaline from his fight with Joey, there is a spring in his step he grabs his hoodie throwing it on, continuing his walk towards the fight. He casually picks up the sketch pad and walks over to the poor girl on the ground, he puts his body between the two and completely ignores Franky and hands to pad over to Mal. "Here you go man, I saw that you dropped this. I'm Warren I think we have a class or two together, but we've never actually been introduced. You're Mallory right?" His smile is warm as he offers her a hand to help her. Pulling her up he stills smiles at her, she smells dead just like Franky does though it is slightly different. After remembering the 'zombie girl' comment Franky made Warren puts two and two together, figure she is undead. "Ignore this bitch Franky, she's just a hater because the only thing she's good at is sucking...and from what I hear she's not even that good at it." He points towards his pack and continues to speak kindly. "Those two are Marco and Joey, if any of them," he tilts his head at Franky "If any of them give you any trouble you let one of us know." His smile is still soft as he looks over the goth girl, she was kind of cute for a corpse. He shakes the thoughts from his head already hearing all the necrophilia jokes the guys would make, if he even showed a slight amount of interest in her.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 17, 2017 15:38:00 GMT
Mallory doesn't say anything as the trio come over to her aid, she feels overwhelmed by the sudden crowd of people and grows anxious very quickly, amplified by her increasing hunger. She loses her ability to speak and she can't make eye contact for longer than a second and her body goes completely tense when he helps her up. She just stands awkwardly and hugging her sketch pad tightly as he speaks. She appreciates their kind actions and is relieved that they stopped Franky's cruel torments, but she's gone completely mute and looking between Warren and Franky, the latter just rolls her eyes that her dominance trip is put to an arupt end. Mallory wants to leave fast. She just nods sharply without really looking Warren in the eye, turns on her heels and walks away and out of campus grounds as fast as her feet can carry her. Wow that was stressful... She remembers when she could easily chat with new people as if she knew them for years. She would give anything to regain that confidence she lost along with her life. No use wallowing over it, she needs to eat. She begins her walk to the local butcher's shop.
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Franky's is indifferent to whatever Warren says her way. Typical werewolf, trying to show off in front of his little puppies like he's the next alpha. She's used to these kind of acts so his words just prove ineffective at touching a nerve. She watches Mallory cowardly walk off, unable to defend herself. It is a pathetic display really. She turns to Warren with a mocking smirk. "Well would you look at that. Little pup has imprinted on a dead body! You know, you can get all sorts of diseases from a rotten zombie, you know? Or is necrophilia what really gets you off?" She turns to his little pack followers then back to their leader. "Why don't you, Bible boy and the walking STI go hump some legs in the woods?" She taunts with a shit eating grin. She knows they if they try to lunge at her, not only could she give him a sore ego, but they would be in trouble with their pack for starting fights instead of walking away. If they walk away, even with a leaving insult or two, she wins this little debacle and proves her theory correct.
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Post by Raz on Mar 17, 2017 16:17:31 GMT
Lilly was happily enjoying her tacos and coke when she heard shouting off to her side. She glanced over to see this poor goth girl be shoved to the ground and have her things be kicked around by some pale bitch. What was weird though was how the bully referred to the girl on the ground as a zombie. To Lilly, the girl didn't appear particularly ghoulish. Ironically, the one bullying the girl on the ground looked more like she was a spawn of Dracula. She was just about to get up and intervene when the KKK guy from before walked past her to come to the goth girls defence. He helped her up and shielded her from the gaze of her tormentor. Despite him being a clansman, that was a really cool thing of him to do she thought.
Things really only got stranger from that point onward. The goth girl, after being helped to her feet, ran off. The girl named Franky kept calling her a zombie and a corpse and then started calling the KKK guy a pup. These insults really weren't making much sense at all. She decided to join in on the conversation, "I see someone woke up with a sandy vag. You harass students like that all the time or are you just feeling extra bitchy today?"
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 17, 2017 16:30:21 GMT
Tom woke up in someone else's flat in a pile of one, two three... a lot of naked bodies. So your basic weekday morning. The place stank of weed and he spotted a couple of needles amongst the bottles but it wasn't his fault what shit humans decided to fill themselves with, he had an excuse as he suffered none of the long-term effects but they did it even knowing it'd kill them. He went searching for his clothes and found the trousers (his underwear seemed to have been torn apart so looked like he was going commando). Looks like he'd have to walk back shirtless. Not that Tom minded it'd give him some late-breakfast.
Walking down the street Tom fed off the lust coming from the girls who wolf-whistled at him as well as from the guys who jeered at him to try and hide their sudden insecurity in their sexuality, both got a playful wink feeding him even more. As he entered his apartment he remembered that he probably had a lecture that morning. Didn't matter the benefit of doing modern history was that he'd lived through most of it (a lot of it was kind of blurry, man he missed when opium was still cool). Arriving at his decent-sized flat Tom got dressed pulling on a tight t-shirt. Looking at the time he stretched. Looks like he could still make afternoon lecture and pick up some dinner afterwards maybe that Cathy from his Economics minor he'd been watching her watch him for a while now and she was almost ripe... He left the building and started walking to the Uni.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 17, 2017 18:55:18 GMT
Franky turns to the newcomer who just felt like they had to get involved and gives her a look of boredom. "Do you butt into conversations that have nothing to do with you all the time or are you just feeling extra nosy today?" She says in a mockery of the human's voice. Does everybody have this sudden urge to get in her way today? She doesn't have time to deal with a human trying to meddle with monster affairs, it will either go over their head, send them insane or worse, make them a fanatic and become a hunter. But, other than sticking her nose where it doesn't belong, this one hasn't done her wrong and will be tolerant. Maybe even spin her mind around a little.
she puts an arm around the girl as if they were best friends. "Listen sweet pea. Warren and I have a little bit of a spat going on. See, ever since I first started here, he's had it out for me. Because I'm different from him." Not a lie either. It isn't something like ethnicity nor relgion, but monsters have their own prejudice in their culture. Vampires and Werewolves despise each other, Wendigos are naturally shunned, Goblins are never given a chance to fit in properly. Most of the time, it can be explained as habits of old and survival. Some of the time, it is just because they hate certain species. "I guess you could say him and his little posse are racist in a way. Maybe I don't see things the way they do? Maybe I live and think and look different from them? It isn't clear." As she lays this out, she looks Warren dead in the eye and silently dares him to prove her wrong without revealing the fact she is a vampire and he is a werewolf. She turns back"You think he would have came to that girl's aid if it was someone else? Nah. There was no justice in his actions, he did it because he had an excuse to involve me in more drama with between me and his clan. Yeah, I was a bitch to that girl just then but I'm doing it because I am a bitch. I am a bitch to most people and I'm having an especially bad day with it." Now that was a lie, she's having a great time with her day now. She smiles at her new little friend. "What is Warren's excuse?.. Anyway, good talk. See you around." She removes her arm and gives her a knowing wink before walking away from this all and back into the building. She doesn't know if her words will prove any effect at manipulating the human's mind, but if would sure be entertaining if it does. She's done fooling around. She decides to head to the library to study some things. eternal life is a really long fucking time, which means she has all the time in the world to learn every single subject, language and well... everything! Then she can use that knowledge to get further than this university, explore the world and live every single thrill seeking adventure she can find. There's no rush for the undying.
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Post by snipsnap on Mar 17, 2017 19:35:18 GMT
Anaba, noticing the wolves surrounding the taco food truck were distracted, emerged from the woods. Yes, she was technically hunting in their territory but what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. Besides, a uncontrollable wendigo is more of a problem for them than one quick little stroll through their land. Ana was normally more careful but living amongst the humans meant she wasn't keeping up the steady diet she once enjoyed. She wiped the last bit of blood off her lips and ran her fingers through her hair, hoping that she didn't look like she just took a dirt nap. She took her time walking towards campus, feeling the hunger already returning, and remembering the taste of that homeless man fondly. She felt her power coursing through her veins yet again but she had to be careful not to just start tearing throats out left and right. As she got closer she realized the wolf-pack was having a confrontation with one of the vampires. The queen bitch of the vampires if she remembered them all correctly. Ana shook her head and frowned, some things never do change. She looked off at Mallory's retreating figure as she practically sprinted off-campus. She was in one of Ana's biology classes, and her existence was just as cursed as Ana's own.
She approached the taco truck and sat down at one of the picnic tables. Ana began to reapply lipstick and some press powder, and by doing so she hid anything incriminating. Looking back over at this little altercation she noticed one human had thrown herself into the fray. A vague sense of concern entered Ana's mind, this little girl had no idea what she was getting herself into. There were a lot of monsters in this area now, and it wouldn't do anyone good if humans unwittingly got involved in the age-old problems between monsters. Vampires and Werewolves were always problematic, and obviously nothing had changed in the decades between her last encounter with either species. Once the vampire left, Ana huddled herself back into her books trying to remain as unseen as possible. She knew the werewolves would smell their territory on her, but there was nothing she could do to hide from them, so she would have to try and seem as harmless as possible.
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Post by Raz on Mar 17, 2017 20:10:40 GMT
"A bit of both actually." Lilly responded with a smile. "Sometimes when I'm feeling particularly magnanimous I even deign to speak with wretched insignificant c*nts like yourself." She clapped her hands, "But really, I'm sure your parents are going to be so proud to hear you managed to make a comeback as original as that one. I mean simply repeating a similar version of what I said back to me, truly that is an extreme calibre of wit you have there." Lilly's dealt with self aggrandizing little twats like this for years. She's not about to let this one just walk over her.
Instead of a response Franky walks over to her table, "What? Got something to say?" She stands up and stares down the green eyed girl. Franky goes to put her arm around Lilly only for Lilly to try and smack the hand away. It was like trying to move a building. She struggled in her grasp shouting for her to be let go. Essentially ignoring most of what she had to say until she finished her monologue and walked off. "Bitch." She mutters as Franky walks away.
She checks her phone and sees she doesn't have much time left for lunch. She sighs, "Hey," She called towards the KKK guy and his pals. "You want the rest of these?" She asked pointing to the two mini tacos she rewrapped in tinfoil.
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Post by Shift on Mar 17, 2017 20:53:53 GMT
Carlos closed the book he was reading and moved torwards the bookshelf. The book had begun to bore him, and to be honest it wasn't the best piece of literature he's ever read. He glanced over at the time as he searched for another book to read. He still had some time left. He had to go a lecture later since he was majoring in journalism and was a part of the campus newspaper. He had to get the scoop on the lecture later, so he couldn't miss it. He sifted through the endless amount of books in the library, until he found just the one. The book was called, "The Giver". He'd never read it before, so he decided to read it.
He heard sounds coming outside of the library as he read through the pages of his book. It sounded like a fight. Carlos paid no mind, used to hearing bickering around the campus. He had to write in the campus newspaper a few times about a few fights that progessed to be more violent. The humans had no clue what the main reason was behind he fight, but Carlos knew what it was. The two he intterviewed were a vampire and a werewolf. Carlos was no traditional vampire, but the conflict between the two monster species was dug too far back in their history to be changed. However the disdain torwards undead, whom many vampires hate for being less then them and more fit for servants, wasn't as strong with Carlos as with others. He often felt that fight to be more for traditionalist vampires then... whatever kind of Vampire he was considered to be. While by no means a friend to all undead, he was most definitely not the person to bully them like others. He continued to read through the book once more, soon enough beginning to forget his surroundings. Thankfully he remembered to set an alarm for him to leave early for the lecture so he wouldn't miss it while being engrossed in his book. Thank you, past Carlos for not being an idiot... He thought to himself, slowly becoming more and more at home in the library.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 17, 2017 20:57:45 GMT
Roy had just finished his shift at the DIY store and was getting changed out of his uniform. The smell of wood and paint filled his nostrils, he still kept his senses on super-alert all the time in case of any threats. He hadn't come under attack in New Haven yet barring one small misunderstanding with the local Pack but that had been peacefully resolved, still he kept himself sharp just in case as his father had taught him.
Heading off to the Uni Roy began going over his engineering notes in his head. Life was good for him in New Haven he'd kept out of trouble, he was doing well at the University and his tentative outreach to the pack had met with some success maybe one day he could let down his guard but not here not today. He broke into a jog keeping himself fit and ready-for-action the Uni was generally considered neutral ground but not everyone abided by the rules and he doubted the Hunters would care.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 18, 2017 4:29:23 GMT
Warren stares a hole through Franky's back as she walks away after her little display. "God how I hate that bitch, the attitude she has, the way she abuses others, the way her jeans cling to her perfect hips...." Warren sighs as he shakes that idea from his head, the boys walk over to the table where the new girl was standing. He takes one last look at Franky before looking at the human. "Its probably just the full moon tomorrow and the fact I haven't gotten laid in awhile that's all." He thinks to himself trying to rationalize that moment of weakness. "Hey sorry we got you involved in all that." Warren apologizes sincerely, just glad Franky didn't hurt the girl in an attempt to antagonize him. "I'm Warren, this is Marco, and Joey." Joey nods unsure what to say to the girl, he was never good with making friends outside of the pack.
Marco smiles at Lilly. "Nice to meet you." He says giving her a quick wave looking back to Warren, Marco quickly sucker punches him upside the head and start to laugh. "I told you to leave it alone, now this girl thinks you're a Nazi. Well I'll tell abuela you're a racist and she'll kick your ass worse than any of us can." Marco begins cleaning up the mess they made grabbing his belongings "I got to take off history class starts soon and its on the other side of the building, see you guys at practice. You coming Joey?" Joey grabs his things too, but tosses the football to Warren before saying his farewells. The two walk off laughing, most likely cracking jokes at Warren's expense he looks at his two friend walk away, after a moment he sits down across from Lilly taking her up on her offer of the tacos. "Yeah thanks I love these." He says to Lilly smiling he looks a bit nervous for a moment and speaks up. "Hey you don't actually think I'm a racist or something do you? Marco and his family practically raised me I wouldn't..." He trails off as a new scent stings his nose. Blood pretty fresh too, there's more to it grass is mixed in earth also. "What the hell happened?" He looks over trying to find the source of the smell there wasn't many people still here, he didn't see any vampires or undead, was someone hurt? He couldn't tell, realizing he zoned out from his conversation a bit he looks back at Lilly. "Anyway I'm not someone who dresses up in sheets and burn crosses." He chuckles a bit at how preposterous a story Franky made anyway. "Besides if I burned a cross abuela would kill me, when I was fourteen I stopped going to church and when she found out she beat me within an inch of my life with a sandal." He is giggling at the memory and continues to talk and laugh. "Then she beat my dad for raising me, then my dad beat my ass again, because I got his ass beat."
The wind blows and brings the smell of blood this time he zeroes in on it, a girl not far from here sat her face crammed into her book. She was the source of it and that made Warren curious she seemed fine, was she a new vampire? He decided to wait and talk to her once Lilly left. "About Franky she isn't wrong we do have a bit of history. My fathers a cop, and she has a track record. He can't tell me all the details, but she is trouble and I like to think of myself as a good person." He shrugs she'll have to leave soon if she doesn't want to miss class. Luckily for Warren his next class was cancelled because the professor's wife went into labor, so he has free time until his math class later in the day. Hopefully the guest lecturer isn't coming in today they haven't really gotten along lately, something about a chocolate cake. Truth be told he was a bit intimidated by her, she was a vampire but she didn't smell like the ones he knows she is something different. Still engaging Lilly with polite eye contact Warren tries his best at subtly looking at the 'blood girl' as he so elegantly names her.
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Post by Raz on Mar 18, 2017 22:50:32 GMT
Lilly just shrugs her shoulders as the man apologizes, "No worries. You didn't get me involved, I joined in of my own volition. I can't stand when people like her go around torturing anyone they feel like." She winces a bit as she rolled her shoulder. That girl did not have strength proportional to her size. Felt like her shoulders were being held in a vice. She gives the Latino boy a curious look, having not been expecting she'd reciprocate the sentiment. "Nice to meet you as well." She says before the two of them excused themselves to go to class. She looks towards Warren, "Didn't reckon I'd be meeting clan members today. Hadn't realized that they were particularly prevalent in this area. I heard you guys talking earlier about going to a clan meeting. If that's what you guys want to do with your time, go for it. As long as you're not hurting people and keep protecting people from that bitch Franky, I don't much care what you do."
She's about to continue when she notices him zone out and look around. She raised a brow, "As I said, you do whatever it is you want to do man. My name's Lilly by the way. So what- hey still there?" She said noticing him start to drift off for a bit there. "Anyway, regardless of the bad blood you have between her, doesn't much give her a reason to go around hurting whoever she pleases. Smack her around a bit if you catch her doing it again. I'm sure no one would mind." She says with a chuckle. "Anyway, I gotta get going. My breaks almost over. See ya around Warren." She said as she walked off to class.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2017 2:00:33 GMT
Enola's hand trembled against a wall of the restroom stall that shielded her from sight. Her black hair fell over her eyes as she leaned on the wall to keep herself from falling. She held one of her arms, covered by a thick black sleeve of her coat, against her stomach. The restroom was silent save for the smooth sliding sound that her hand made as it shifted around the wall to support her weight more easily. Waves of pain rushed through her stomach and threatened to cause her to collapse. She fought through dizziness with nothing more than her will. She had almost gone a week without feeding and she was feeling the consequences of her actions now more than ever. This wasn't especially unusual considering the way university had gone so far. For the last weeks, this cycle had usually turned out this way. She would spend the first few days without eating anything, hoping the curse would leave on its own. Nearing the end of the week, as the hunger becomes too unbearable to withstand, she has to take a victim to save herself from what feels like dying. This day didn't mark the longest she'd gone without food, that being the first week, but she didn't want to relive that experience. She listened for a few moments to make sure that no one had come in. She began to breathe heavily through her mouth, something that has proved to help relieve the pain enough for her to act normally for a little while longer. A group of friends were waiting outside the room, so she needed to.
She scrambled out of the stall and over to a mirror above the row of sinks. Looking into it only made her feel worse. The hungrier she became, the less her face held its usual charm. Her eyes sagged a bit and her skin looked sickly pale. Her role at the university meant that people would definitely notice, which would be unacceptable. She quickly dropped her purse on a sink and ripped some makeup out of it. She managed to still her shaky hand enough to coat her face with a layer of it, regaining some of her depleted color. She adjusted her hair back into its previous well groomed position. Before walking out of the door to rejoin the group on the other side, she took another deep breath to steel herself. With the amount of attention on her at the school, acting even slightly suspicious is a bad thing. She knew that she wouldn't be able to joke around like usual in her condition, but she could just blame it on being under the weather. That wouldn't be completely untrue, after all. Still, she felt that she needed to continue acting normal to avoid suspicion. She couldn't let anyone find out that she wasn't normal.
As she emerged into a hallway between a door leading outside and a lobby, she walked over to a group that she'd been talking with earlier. The group was comprised of people from high school who were fun to talk to, but she wasn't really close with any of them. Though they were popular themselves, they tended to hang around her in hope that she'd lead them somewhere more fun than class. Her new condition kept her from obliging them as much lately and she certainly couldn't today. They seemed to be gossiping about something as she approached. Her hunger wasn't any less there. She couldn't help but think about how much easier than usual it would be convince one of them to go into a spot of seclusion, but it obviously couldn't be any of them. She needed a stranger. Instead, she needed to excuse herself from them and find quickly find another option. "Hey, guys." She said, smiling a little as she approached. "I left something back at my room. Don't have too much fun, nerds." She quickly turned to start walking towards the door, before a blonde in the group started towards her. "Wait up." She said, following behind her. "I'm coming with. I wanna talk to you about some new news of that one thing." The two had recently been talking about having the first big party of the year, which Enola had agreed to only to act how she normally would. If it weren't for the whole eating people thing that recently came up, she would've been genuinely excited for it. Enola sighed internally, knowing that this was needlessly complicated. Her hunger was making her more than a little grouchy, but she kept calm. An excuse quickly came to mind. "Look.." She said, speaking quietly. "I was agreeing to meet up with someone for a quick date over text." She smiled at her friend to make it more believable. The blonde smiled back at her. "Really? Who?" She asked in genuine excitement. Lying came easily to Enola. "You don't know em'." She replied, winking over her shoulder as she left through the door. She would definitely need to "meet" with someone soon, date or not.
She saw few people as she walked out onto the sidewalk. Coincidentally, though, she saw Warren and his group of friends. He seemed to be walking away from them alongside a girl who she didn't think she recognized. She came out here to find her next victim, but the options were so far very limited. Warren's friends were off the table, considering that they had also became her friends and she couldn't do that to Warren anyway. She looked around and saw another girl walking off in the distance, but she was much too far away for her to reasonably catch up. With no real options and because she felt bad about her purpose for coming out there, she decided that she would join Warren and the girl he was to. It had been a while since she had a conversation with Warren, given her preoccupation with other things. By the time she managed to catch up with the two, they had already sat down somewhere. As she approached she noticed a girl keeping to herself nearby and immediately thought of food, but she kept herself steady. Warren was one of her only friends that she felt close to, so she felt like she needed to take the opportunity to catch back up with him. Just without letting him find out the secret.
She forced through the pain in her body to ease into a more natural position as she approached the two. With a small wave, she smiled and sat down near them. "Finally find a date, Warren?" She said teasingly, trying to be brief about interrupting their conversation. She remained quiet enough to let them finish after that. Looking at the girl, she definitely was a stranger..
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Post by Deaths on Mar 19, 2017 9:42:28 GMT
Warren sighed as he watched Lilly walk away, his attention torn between the mysterious 'Blood girl', the Nazi allegations, and now a familiar voice talking to him. He turned to smile at Enola its been awhile since they've talked, it was almost as if she was avoiding him. "I thought you got to cool to talk to me ever since we started college." His voice fakes being hurt, while he places his right hand on his heart. "I can't believe you're talking to me in public, aren't you worried your friends will see?" He sticks his tongue out at her as he slides the tacos Lilly gave him over to Enola. "Here you want them? I'm not as hungry as I thought I was." Warren points at the human as she walks away. "Her name is Lilly we just met and she thinks I'm a card carrying member of the KKK." He laughs while keeping an eye on the girl buried in her book, "She hasn't moved yet does she not have a class to get to?" He shrugs as he thinks to himself, maybe he was just being paranoid, or maybe his predator instincts were off and he was seeing danger anywhere.
Warren has a bit of a flashback as he looks at Enola, when they were younger maybe 6th or 7th grade they were having lunch outside between classes. He noticed Enola was wearing make up for the first time and he felt like teasing her a bit, he licked his finger and smeared it across her cheek messing up as much of her make up as he could. He'd never seen her so mad, apparently she was super nervous about how she looked, and was trying to impress someone in their class. Luckily there weren't any drinks to throw at him this time, and since history is doomed to repeat itself he speaks up smiling devilishly inside, "Hey." he whispers to Enola leaning in a bit trying to make everything seem more serious. "Is everything ok with you? You've kind of fallen off lately, it is almost like over the summer you didn't want to see me anymore." He is sincere in his words, they've been friends for a long time and if something was bothering her he wanted to know. She was the only human he's ever revealed himself to, he trusted her deeply, and didn't want their friendship to slowly die. "If there is anything I can do let me know. You know I'd do anything for you dude." The moment her attention is away from him he pops his thumb in his mouth and recreates that childhood memory. "You wear way too much of this crap who are you trying to impress? Is it the blonde boy in our math class?" He taunts her as he ruins some of her make up giggling like a small child.
In his laughter he almost forgets about the mystery girl. Enola always brought out the mischievous side of Warren, all the pranks they would pull together throughout middle and high school. "Or did you get all dolled up for me? I must say I'm extremely lucky with the ladies today." He laughs taking a bite out of one of the tacos. "First Mallory, you know the goth looking girl in our math class? Anyway, first I swoop in and save her from Franky. Then Franky proceeds to be a complete bitch to me. Followed by Lilly thinking I'm a racist, I wonder what her reaction would be if she knew the truth. Now I got you, showing up out of nowhere, all made up too." Continuing his mocking voice he looks over at the book girl for a moment keeping tabs on her, returning his gaze to Enola he smiles anticipating some sort of payback from her.
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Post by snipsnap on Mar 20, 2017 1:31:51 GMT
Ana was almost able to focus on her work, except for the fact that she could most definitely feel that guy, Warren, drilling holes into the side of her head with his eyes. It was very distracting to say the least. She almost shoved all of her things into her bag and took off in a dead sprint when she noticed another girl approaching the picnic area. It didn't take long for her to figure out that something was off about her as well. Definitely not a werewolf, but...could it be? Taking in the layers of makeup, the pensive way she was holding herself and looking around, and the shape of her figure beneath her clothes there was no denying it: this girl was a wendigo too. One who was starving themselves for that matter. For the first time in probably about 100 years Ana actually felt herself get sick to her stomach, the feeling overpowering her unceasing hunger for a brief moment. She'd only ever met three wendigos in her second lifetime, and none had been particularly friendly. But this one...she was different. She had friends among both monsters and humans. Ana looked down at her hands, that were now resting in her lap, still seeing a bit of blood flaking underneath her nails. Picking at the specks, she glanced through the thin veil of hair that fell over her face at the two as they conversed, watching Warren glance back and forth between his friend and her as his intuition told him to be afraid. When he reached across and wiped off some of the girl's makeup off Ana sucked in a sharp breath, surprising herself with how engrossed with their interactions she was. Anaba resolved to approach them;she had to know whether this other wendigo was more dangerous than herself and to face the music with the werewolf. Grabbing her rucksack bag and hastily shoving her books in it, she ran over their mannerisms in her mind, already imagining how she would act and speak. Five steps later and she was standing in front of them, and any practice she had imagined went out the window for the most part leaving her standing there breathily saying, "Stop watching me." Her eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment and her mouth opened and barely uttered a sound before she closed it, unable to formulate any more words. She felt her face grow warm, and she could only feel blessed knowing that her makeup would hide that fact from the two of them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 1:59:26 GMT
As the girl that Warren had been talking to said her goodbyes and walked to class, Enola watched and couldn't help but feel that an opportunity had just passed by. The dark thought bothered her as much as all of the others that come to her mind in this state of hunger, so she quickly pushed it out of her mind. Still, convincing a stranger to "hang out" would probably be easier through a mutual conversation with a friend. Establishing trust isn't that difficult for her anyway, so she shrugged it off. She looked back over at her old friend with as much eagerness as before when he began talking. She knew that he'd bring up her absence and she had an excuse prepared. "Yeah, I'm sorry Warren. These past few weeks have been kind of tough." She suddenly let a little bit of her real exhaustion show. "For some reason I decided to pick up a side job at the start, because those jerks haven't been sending me money." She rolled her eyes. "The cafe a few blocks over hired me as a waitress, but they were a lot more strict than I expected. I barely had enough time to show up for classes. They fired me, though, so it's cool." It hurt her to lie to him like this. He told her about his condition, so why couldn't she tell him? Especially since his own monstrosity probably meant that he even knew something that would help get her out of this mess.
When Warren pushed the tacos over to her, she suddenly noticed their aroma. She managed to keep an internal gag from showing. Everything about normal food had become revolting for a long time. The only sign of disgust came from a frown, though. "N-no, I'm good Warren." She sighed. "You know I've been watching what I eat lately." She pretended to be slightly annoyed with him. She looked over at the girl he was talking to when he mentioned her name, watching as she disappeared into the distance. She genuinely laughed at the KKK thing. "Really? How did that come about?" She asked between giggles. Her attention moved over to the other girl that he mentioned soon after. She thought that his comment about her was sort of odd. She wasn't particularly standing out as much as he seemed to suggest. She did appear to be a fellow native, though, but she could've been wrong. The fact that she didn't appear to have anywhere to go could turn out to be a good thing if no other options present themselves, after all. "Um, I guess not?" She said, using her voice to make it sound more like a question directed at Warren.
She looked over at Warren and saw that he had somewhat of an introspective look on his face. With all of the good times that they've had, she felt bad about how much her new problem was causing the two to drift apart. Lately, the crowds that follow her around were the only people she actually had time for. They all felt more superficial than Warren, who's friendship carried both through parties and actual sincere moments. She wondered how he'd feel about what she'd been stooping to. When he began to speak again, her expression changed to match his own serious one. She suddenly snickered a little when he asked about her seeming not to want to see him anymore. "I knew you were a sap, but I thought you'd be tougher than that." She said playfully, obviously not intending to offend. He seemed concerned and she didn't want to make him more upset. "Of course that's not what's going on." She said, lightly pushing his face. "I'm fine. We should get into trouble again soon." She shrugged.
During a moment of silence, she looked away and stared off into the distance. The hunger was killing her. She needed to eat soon, but she needed to spend some of this time with Warren. It wasn't long before she was snapped out of her silence. "Wha-" She stammered for a moment after Warren swiped her face. She quickly realized that he rubbed some makeup off her face and panicked. She was freaking out for a totally different reason than she did in middle school. The longer she went without her last meal, the more ghastly her face became. She didn't want him to see her sickness. She subconsciously put a hand to her cheek before punching his shoulder. She managed to look relatively calm despite everything, but still seemed upset. "Warren!" She glared up at him. "You know I can't stand that." She played her anger off as entirely superficial. She rolled her eyes at him when he mentioned impressing people. She rolled her eyes even harder when he talked about her getting dolled up for him. "You're such a fucking loser. Maybe I'm just wearing makeup?" She was obviously not actually too annoyed, since she was smiling and blushing slightly. She hit him again when he finished talking, but lighter this time.
The pain was getting harder to ignore, but she continued to sit still. She at least owed him a conversation after going so long without talking to him. She noticed him looking over at the girl sitting by herself again, wondering if something was going on between the two. Not long after, she watched as the girl quickly began to look over and approach from her spot. She quickly turned her head away, hoping the woman hadn't noticed the two staring at her. Not long after, though, the girl took a rather confrontational stance in front of them. Enola quickly reacted with a judging look as if the woman's behavior was unnecessary. Her mannerisms certainly seemed to be pretty weird. She squinted at the stranger when she called them out on staring at her. "Excuse me?" She asked questioningly. The girl seemed like she was trying to cause problems. "We've been minding our own business. I'm sorry if it seemed different." She said diplomatically, though her tone was judging.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 20, 2017 3:07:43 GMT
Warren laughs at the flurry of blows that comes from Enola, he did deserve it but she was so fun to annoy. "Fine, fine where all the make up you want. Doesn't your face feel heavy with all that caked on?" He questioned in a mocking tone pretending to seriously want to know. He keeps looking at the 'Blood Girl' even when he doesn't intend to, he keeps catching himself peek at her. Unfortunately their eyes make contact a few times, Warren isn't much for subtly so even trying his best he gets caught a few times. Surprisingly the girl sat their impassively, as if she was just watching. She wasn't just focused on Warren she was watching Enola too. Eventually the girl stands up and walks over to them.
Warren sat up fixing his posture as he follows her around the tables until she stops. She blurts out a demand for him to stop watching her, "Stop hurting people in our woods." He barks back, normally he would be more diplomatic, but his blood was on fire right now. Fear was coming over him, fear for himself and fear for Enola. Enola was just a human she had no business here. "You aren't a wolf...you smell of death, but not like a sucker, or a ghoul. You're....different." He has personally never met every type of monster, this smell was strong and it bothered him, yet it seemed familiar too. It mixes with the scent of blood almost perfectly, his nose can't control itself. "What is this scent?" He ask himself in a panic while he tries to figure it out.
Closing his eyes for a moment a memory of this smell comes to him. When he was a child of five, before he could become a wolf. There was a terrible monster in town, attacking, killing, and eating humans all over town. The alpha at the time took the strongest twelve wolves and hunted the beast. One of those wolves was Warren's grandfather, after the night was over only six of the wolves returned and the alpha was badly wounded. His grandfathers corpse reeked with this same scent, a Wendigo is what the pack called it. A being that no wolf should fight alone.
Opening his eyes his fear turned to anger, he looked at Enola then back at the monster in front of him. With lightning speed he puts himself between the two standing about a foot away from the threat. "Enola leave now!" He commands as he stares straight into the eyes of this flesh eating freak. "I know what you are." He growls like an angry dog protecting his master, his bodily language is aggressive, but also in a defensive stance trying to keep Enola separate from this...thing. "Who did you kill? What poor bastard had to die for your disgusting existence?" Warren always had exceptional control of his transformation, he continued to growl while showing his teeth. They begin to enlarge and sharpen inside his mouth, his fingers slowly extend as his nails sharpen.
He knows he can't win this fight, Wendigos are strong beast. Hopefully a show of force may be enough to make it back down. He looks back at Enola annoyed that she is still there, he didn't want her to see this ugly side of him. Not the wolf form, but this murderous rage that sits deep in his blood. The words of his alpha sing in his head. "We can't afford to start fights. Let the other monsters be unless they are a direct threat to you, or our society as a whole." He exhales slowly making his teeth normal again, while his fingers return to the correct place. Speaking up in an angry tone he talks to the Freak. "I'll leave you alone, you leave me and my pack alone." He looks at Enola, for a moment then turning his head back to the monster. "That goes for her too. I don't want you within a hundred feet of her. We've dealt with your kind before we can do it again." He spits venom in his words, Warren hates monsters like these. They feast on human kind and make the rest of them look bad. If monsters would be able to one day merge into human society beast like these would have to be put down. He stands calmly waiting for its next move.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 20, 2017 22:41:38 GMT
Franky doesn't get too far in her book when she realises the time. Looks like she's got her introductory math class next and she has a feeling that it will be with the new professor. She already worked out quickly she is a vampire, an ancient one. Something about the older vampire seriously unnerves Franky. Vampires usually shun and look down on her due to being an outcast, but she normally could bite back at them, this one is different. No evidence is present to back up these suspicions, just a gut feeling. Franky's gut feelings have never let her down before, she doubts they will now. No point in skipping though, that will only make it worse...
Standing up and heading to the class, she sees Carlos in the library too. He is also a vampire, but an outcast like her. From what she has gathered, he doesn't seem to be an accidental turn. Perhaps he ran away from the prestigious life? Or away from a high strung family that locked him in a golden cage? It isn't clear and to be frank, she doesn't care enough to find out. Still, they tolerate one another well, even get along most days. The similar status among their own and not giviing a damn is what she respects about him, and she knows he's in introductory maths too. She slaps him lightly upside the head to grab his attention. "Hey moron. We got a class to get to." She says as she keeps walking, looking over her shoulder at him with a playful smirk. She stuffs her hands in her jacket pockets and keeps making her way to the classroom, waiting for Carlos to catch up with her.
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Post by Shift on Mar 20, 2017 23:05:31 GMT
Carlos is still engrossed in his book, half noticing Frankie walking torwards him. They're both outcasts in the vampire world, so they have that in common. They get along good enough, and it helps having similarities. As she slaps him up the head, he looks up a her with fake anger as she interrupts his reading and begins to get up. Quickly putting his book back where he found it, he catches up to her and walks with her to their next class. "You look particularly happy today, moron." He playfully smirks as he puts emphasis on the moron part. "I'm going to assume you annoyed quite a few people today," he said to her. "So, what do you think of that new lecturer? She's practically an ancient vampire. She's powerful, that's for sure." He spoke, hushed so no one hears him, but most people were too busy walking to class to bother eavesdropping, and those that did probably assumed they were talking about some book or tv show. Aaah, the life of a human. Knowing nothing of the monsters that live among them. He thought to himself, still walking to class, glancing at the time and speeding up accordingly.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 20, 2017 23:28:29 GMT
Franky shrugs. "Not my fault people are so sensitive to what I say and do. They should grow thicker skins." She says sardonically but with a dark smile. She learnt quickly that those she couldn't charm despise her very presence. Instead of ignoring it, she decided to antagonise these people to get a rise from them. It's very entertaining to see their faces flare up with anger and they can't doing anything back to her that will have effect. Franky scoffs when Carlos talks about the professor. "Who cares? She will already have an opinion on us just for being outcasts. Ancient or not, she will treat us like the rest do; look down on us from her high horse." She rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. They're outside the door to the classroom now, Franky assures herself this is the right room having already memorised her entire timetable. She enters the room and takes a seat at the back, she can see the entire room and is far away from the professor as possible. She won't admit it, but she feels intimidated by them, and they haven't even met yet.
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Post by Shift on Mar 20, 2017 23:36:53 GMT
Carlos shrugs at Frankie's comment, saying nonchalantly. "I suppose so." He replied to her, walking into the lecture room. He waves goodbye at Frankie as he walks near the middle of the seating area. As intimidated as he was, he still needed to hear what she says, both because of his math class and the newspaper he was in was counting on his opinion of it. Once at the row he liked, he tried to push past the horde of students. He was mindful of his strength as he pushed past people,making sure not to accidentally throw them away. He took his seat, and pulled out a notepad and waited for the lecture to start.
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Post by Raz on Mar 20, 2017 23:43:13 GMT
Lilly glances back upon hearing Warren shout. She raises a brow at seeing him stand in front of another girl protectively. He seemed to be arguing with some other girl as well, Lilly shrugged and kept going. "Had enough of the drama for one day." She thought. She arrived at her classroom on time. People were still filing in when she sat down in the front row and took out her pen and notepad. She internally groaned when she saw the bitch from earlier, already in class. But aside from this she paid her no mind. She flipped past a few pages in her notebook. She had been doing pretty well in math so far, she intended to keep that up. She made sure her phone was on silent so no calls would disrupt the class.
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Post by snipsnap on Mar 21, 2017 4:07:52 GMT
Not a single muscle tensed in Ana's body despite the beginnings of a transformation unfolding in front of her. They both knew this was a fight she could win in her sleep; instead she cocked her head to the side questioningly. She knew werewolves were possessive and protective, but why would he feel the need to protect a wendigo from a wendigo? Her eyes lit up as the realization hit her: Warren didn't know about his friend's little secret. There was no one around save for the humans in the food truck loudly listening to their music, so Ana felt she didn't need to hide anything. Backtracking the conversation in her mind, she picked up on the obvious charm Enola had and began the conversation again, "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to get you two all riled up. It's just a bit rude to stare ya know?" She let out a half hearted chuckle before continuing, "I'm Anaba, and despite what you may believe of my kind, we're not all crazy bloodthirsty mass murderers. Well...most of us are mass murderers by necessity but we practice a lot more restraint these days..." She surreptitiously looked at Enola over Warren's shoulder, "Most of the people I eat these days are already dead before I get to them, but I think you'd rather I eat one person who won't be missed out in the woods rather than running through the streets eating whatever I can get my hands on, yes?" Suddenly Ana remembered that she had a math class in ten minutes; she must have lost track of time while hunting. Snapping her attention back to Warren and Enola she hugged her bag closer to her chest spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, "I'd love to meet your pack, perhaps we could come to some sort of...agreement. But since you asked I'll keep my distance unless necessary until such a time is possible. Sorry to cut this short, but I have a class," Giving a small wave to the both of them, she briskly walked away not looking back once. Her mind was racing with how awkward that whole thing was, how easily she rambled, and how she made a fool of herself, but she just tried to focus on what they were supposed to be going over in class today.
Walking into class with little time to spare, Ana saw the human girl from earlier sitting in the front row. Normally she avoided the front row like the plague, but nothing about today was normal and soon she found herself sitting a seat over from the human girl pulling out her pencil and her notes. The teacher was a vampire, even older than she was, but Ana didn't care mostly because this teacher didn't seem to care much about different species of monsters. She just wanted to teach math apparently. Chewing on some hair, a nervous habit Ana developed to keep the hunger thoughts out of mind in class, she waited for the lecture to begin.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 21, 2017 8:29:47 GMT
Tom walked into his introductory maths class feeling a surge of lust from those around him, encouraged by the sly wink he gave one of the boys by the door, and took one of the few free seats available next to a particularly lean girl with black hair. Leaning over just enough to feel intimate he whispered in her ear "Hey I'm Tom. Do you know when the lecture is going to start?"
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Post by Raz on Mar 21, 2017 14:46:09 GMT
Lilly sat a bit bored as she waited for the lecture to start. She was looking forward to the hunt tomorrow. She had been hearing about a bear of some kind that's been terrorizing some of the more rural residents of the town. Livestock and pets have been disappearing recently. Bloody collars, tags, and broken bones stripped clean of flesh have been discovered out in the forest. From the way the bodies have been torn apart it seemed like it could be a few things. Wolves and bears are pretty common up here. It isn't like back west where mountain lions could be the cause. She had offered her services to the farmers for a pretty modest sum of money $200. The farmers took her up on the offer but grumbled a bit when she asked for an animal to use as bait.
In the end one of the farmers, a gruff old man by the name of Yin said he'd give a sickly piglet for her to use. He had told her that he tried getting other people to do the job but everyone had refused. Folks said the woods were haunted or some such. Yin had no such use for superstition. From what he saw he was losing money and he needed it solved. He recommended that she bring something heavy to deal with whatever it was out in those woods. She had just the weapon in mind, she'd brought down grizzlies with her beast of a shotgun. Had to be pretty close though to cut through the fat.
She mumbled, "Got to set up that tree stand after work."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 19:52:16 GMT
Enola's expression quickly changed to confusion when Warren told the girl to stop hurting people. She shifted up from her seat to give him a confused look. The expression on his face seemed strange. The girl in front of them didn't really look like the type that would go around hurting people. "Warren-" Before Enola could question him, he began to accuse the girl of things that she didn't really understand. It was pretty obvious that it was something related to his lycanthropy, but her ignorance of the subject kept her from understanding his accusations. She looked back and forth between Warren and the woman with concern on her face. She'd known about Warren's condition for a long time, but she'd never seen him act this way. The expression on his face made her believe that he felt that the woman before them was the worst evil imaginable. Considering the fact that she could transform now, she didn't feel particularly threatened for her life. Still, she worried that if the situation escalated she wouldn't be able to control it in her favor.
When Warren seemed to fall deep into thought, she walked closer to his side. She kept her eyes on the mysterious woman, who seemed to be completely calm. Her calmness either meant that she expected Warren's reaction or that she wasn't actually guilty of what he was accusing her of. "Warren, just tell me what's going on." She spoke calmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. She was worried that Warren was the one who was pushing whatever was going on too far instead of the woman. Still, he seemed genuinely frightened by her presence. "You should probably make sure that you're not making a mistake." She said. Eventually, though, Warren snapped back to attention. She backed up a bit when Warren suddenly looked up at her, before jumping in shock when he put her behind him. By the looks of the situation, Warren was overreacting immensely. She had no idea how to calm him down, though. When Warren commanded her to leave, she couldn't. She was too invested in whatever was happening and needed to help Warren through the situation if possible. She watched as Warren began to yell at the woman and guard her. She continued to stand in place, immobile from the surprise of the whole thing. Her confusion only grew when he began to accuse the girl of murder again. It was obvious that he considered her deadly and willing to kill.
As Anaba introduced herself, Warren's actions seemed to make less and less sense. She appeared to understand what he was talking about, but seemed far too calm to actually be what he was accusing her of. She quickly confirmed Warren's suspicions instead of refuting them, though, leaving her unsure of what to feel. Warren had told her before that monsters other than werewolves exist, but until she became a monster herself she'd never seen proof. She could only infer that the woman was one of the evil ones that Warren had spoken about before. Enola flinched when the woman revealed what she really was, though. The woman's excuse for her kind revealed to Enola that they probably had the same affliction. The terrifying part came from when the fellow wendigo mentioned eating corpses. Enola's shaking hands shook harder and her drained skin went even paler beneath the makeup. Any justification she'd made for her actions immediately became null and this news made her feel more sick than the curse ever had. She was frozen from the shock for a moment, but began to fall apart when Anaba began to walk away. The fact that she'd been killing for no reason and that she would do it again if she needed to was unbearable. A tear ran down her face while she thought about what Anaba has so casually told her. She stood behind Warren, frozen with distraught.
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