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Post by LOKI BRISINGR on Apr 1, 2011 23:56:31 GMT -5
 I'm No One's Pet. Don't Treat Me Like One.
[/b][/right] ----- There really was nothing more that annoyed Loki Brisingr more, other than seeing the ones who branded him, than being called to St. Vladmir's Academy and having to walk around to find out why he was there. For him, he was the one in his family, maybe except his sister Eve, who was called into the school the most it seemed. Other members of his family were also Alchemists too but Loki felt that he was the one they called the most. Perhaps it was because he was young and impressionable. Maybe they were trying to get the Alchemists to change their mind about the Moroi and the Dhampirs. What a better way to start then with the children? Loki scoffed lightly, a gloved hand, the gloves fingerless and made of black leather, rose to brush at his dyed blond hair. He absently pulled a few strands into view, thinking that perhaps he should dye it again. Maybe after he found out which Dhampir or Moroi called him in. Then he could possibly pummel their face in. Maybe. Or maybe not. But when he got whatever he was called in for settled, he'd consider dying his hair again. His mother was probably going to mourn the pigments in his hair and his head, spouting nonsense about cancer when she knew alchemists never got ill but Loki was considering change again. Loki scowled as he walked through the halls, his brows furrowing as he looked at the few dhampirs and moroi around. It felt as if they were leering at him and Loki let air hiss through his lips, his eyes closing for a moment. He paused, a split second in his walk and he exhaled slowly, some tension leaving his body then his eyes opened and he continued walking again. "Just Ignore them Loki. Just ignore them. Deep breaths now,"[/b][/color] Loki thought quietly to himself and he exhaled again, turning the much too familiar corner into another hall. He couldn't quite remember where the headmaster's office was but Loki knew that once he got there, he could probably ask the headmaster (it was an address he used very lightly), about who or what needed his presence in the school. -----
Tagged || Aiden, Open
Words || 366 (not my best post *sigh*)
Notes || I think Aiden and Loki will have such a love-hate relationship ^^
Mood || Amused
Song ||0330 - U-Kiss [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by AIDEN EVANS on Apr 3, 2011 21:34:54 GMT -5
Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
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Aiden sighed as he walked down one hallway after another. He was being slow and taking his time to getting to his next class, classes were such a bore to him and he just wanted to have fun so at the moment Aiden was trying to make up his mind of trying to sneak off campus or not.
Come on… try to have fun out in the city or go to class? he thought to himself. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, the people in the halls way thinning out so he wasn’t really worried about bumping into anyone.
“Aiden! Aiden Evans!” someone called after him from the opposite end of the hallway. The Maroi opened his eyes and turned around to face the Dhampir calling to him and chasing him.
“Yes?” he said with a bored and monotone voice.
“The headmaster wants to see you to show someone called um… Loki to… um I can’t remember who but the headmaster will tell you.” the female Dhampir informed him. Aiden nodded then headed in the direction of the headmaster’s office.
When he reached the office he took in a deep breath and knocked of the door, waiting for the headmaster to call him in, instead of barging in like he normally would.
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You dream of the end
To start all over again
Words||246 (really bad sorry)
Notes||I believe they would also… sorry this post sucks
Mood|| …
Song||Candyland, Blood on the Dance Floor
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Post by LOKI BRISINGR on Apr 5, 2011 19:57:16 GMT -5
I'm No One's Pet. Don't Treat Me Like One.
[/b][/right] ----- It had taken him some time but Loki eventually found his way towards the office and in his usual brash manner, he kicked the door open and entered with the grace of a charging buffalo. In other words, none. A dhampir guardian in there glowered at him but the headmaster, an aging moroi who obviously had dealt with Loki more times that his guardian had just nodded his head in greeting and waved his hand at an empty seat. Loki, again with the grace of a buffalo, just dropped onto the posh looking couch, propping his leg up on the coffee table in front of him with ease and he looked at the moroi with a flat stare, a somewhat scary flat stare that he inherited from his father. "What am I here for old man? I have other places to be," Loki's voice was blunt and somewhat disrespectful and he knew that this Moroi could kill him or his guardian at least, could kill him before he knew it but Loki didn't like them any more than they liked his manners so he didn't really care. Of course, his mother or maybe his sisters would argue that he was only fifteen, he had so many more things to see and so many more years ahead of him. Alive or dead, Loki didn't really care; he figured at some point, dealing with the moroi and dhampir might make him go insane really quickly. If he was alive, he'd have to deal with the Moroi, their Dhampirs and all the problems they brought. Dead, would be easier. He wouldn't want to be a strigoi anyways so no harm in being dead. "What insolence! If you weren't bonded to us--" the guardian's furious tirade was cut short as the moroi headmaster (Loki probably, on some level knew his name but he really didn't care at that exact moment) wave his hand, looking at him in understanding...or anger. It was one of them. Loki shrugged, his gloves rising to brush at his hair again and the headmaster began speaking. To be honest, Loki toned him out quite quickly, only listening enough to catch what his job was. Something about Strigoi, attacks, him to stay at the school to cover for some of the students in case the authorities came, he would possibly be bunking with a moroi during his stay. Now the last two things he heard loud and really freaking clear. He jerked up, his feet and black sneakers nearly putting a hole in the table as he stood up abruptly. Luckily, his feet missed the table and after stumbling a moment, he regained his balance and he hissed a surprised, "What?!"Before the headmaster could continue or his guardian berate him on being rude again, the door was knocked and Loki, a little bit more than agitated, turned his head as the headmaster had his guardian open the door. "The headmaster says you may come in Mister Evans,"[/b] Loki's eyes flickered as the, admittedly, rather handsome, though a far cry from normal, looking teenager stood at the doorway for a moment before his eyes lashed out towards the headmaster and Loki exhaled, trying hard to keep some semblance of calm. "You would like me to do what now?" Expectedly, the headmaster ignored him and instead, greeted the teenager. Loki exhaled in irritation and a hand rose, the black leather crinkling slightly to trace the golden tattoo marking his cheek and neck. Hell, he really hated his job. He hated it a lot. -----
Tagged || Aiden, Open
Words || 592
Notes || You are welcome, or whoever posts after this, to make up whatever the headmaster says.
Mood || Amused
Song ||0330 - U-Kiss [/blockquote][/size] |
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