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Post by killertron on Jan 24, 2009 16:56:33 GMT -7
Well this is a pretty basic RPG you attend a school full of differen't types of people from Vampires and Werewolfs to Ghouls and Mutants, you will attend classes to help you learn about wars that have happend in the past or to help get stronger.
It starts in an asembly hall where you will meet all of the other students it is everyones first time here, you've been invited here by some of the most strongest people on the planet..... well good luck.
A lad around 18 walked into the hall, he had long black spiky hair and full black eyes, he was wearing a long black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans with belts wrapped around them and thick black boots, he moved towards a table and sat down on it pulling out a cig putting it into his mouth, lighting it and puffing out abit of smoke.
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 24, 2009 17:35:13 GMT -7
"You shouldn't do that in here." The dully spoken comment fell from rosey lips, still parted as her eyes angled to the right to look at the darkly clothed boy taking liberties to light one up. "Ugh." The girl gave an audiable huff and shifted backwards in her chair. By the narrow slant of her eyes she made it seem like his act of smoking was something that loathsome and bothered her more then anything else in this room. She shifted her fingers through her hair, shoving back the shaggey pieces of bangs, barely shorter then the rest of the short style cut. The bobby pins on the left side of her hair held back it's share but since she was attempting a glare at the kid from the right, the accessories did nothing. She shifted a light brown coat forward on her figure. The sleeves were pushed up to her elbow where the tighter brown cuffs kept it in place. The black cuffs tied back into the black fur on the hood and the spade design on the back. "You know..." She moved her hands as she spoke, her right hand flipping palm up. "It's not that I care." She'd stepped closer, rocking on the soles of her brown converses. "I'm just saying." This she added with a shrug and faced him. Her expression was bored, if not annoyed but the look in her eyes, and her insistance on making some point to him relayed that her annoyance was all for show.
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Post by killertron on Jan 24, 2009 18:02:58 GMT -7
He stared at her weird and took anouther drag from his cig and puffed it out but to the right of him so it didnt go in her face, "Ya know.... if you dont like it just ignore me" he said in an ignorant voice and took anouther drag from it.
He flicked some of the ash on the floor "Seeing as you spoke to me, Whats your name?" he said staring at some people who was looking at him.
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 24, 2009 18:12:49 GMT -7
The girl pursed her lips having the urge to deck him but thinking about what her uncle said when he dropped her off here, she slipped her right hand into he rpocket. Going here was punishment enough, she didn't need any thing else to torment her. "Tristan." She replied. Her voice came out smoothly - she'd regained her temper. "What's yours?" Her eyes were on the cigarette, she had another stark comment but decided there was no deterring this guy.
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Post by killertron on Jan 24, 2009 18:29:08 GMT -7
He took anouther drag "The names Lucian" he said as he blowing the smoke out, he took his eyes away from the people looking at him and looks at Tristan "I wonder why do people stare alot its quite rude" he loud enough for the people watching to hear making them look away.
Lucian droped the cigarette on the floor and stamped it out "So what brings you to this dump?" he said folding his arms and looking around abit.
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 24, 2009 18:43:24 GMT -7
"Go figure." Tristan muttered. She could give him several reasons as to why people were staring, he was smoking indoor during school ours. Everyone was new so everyone was bound to be staring at everyone and if any friends managed to come together they'd be sure to gang up right away and pick out who they liked and didn't. Tristan knew people stared at her all the time, she had a bright colored hair, an orangy sheen to make people look again but upon further inspection it wasn't the repulsive ginger color but instead some soft, feathery orange resembling distant autumn leaves under intense sunlight.
"Force." She muttered, crossing her arms. She stole a look down, her mind reeled back to the conversation that landed her here. It caused her eyes to narrow with resentment. In a second, the dark eyes came back up to fix on Lucian. "What about you?"
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Post by killertron on Jan 24, 2009 18:57:34 GMT -7
Lucian thought to himself abit "Well my parents didn't want me hanging around the house anymore and the fact my dad felt like i should go to the same school he went to when he was younger" he looked down and shook his head abit "So in away i was kinda forced but at the same time i wanted to meet people.... like..... me".
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 25, 2009 14:40:36 GMT -7
Abandoned The word popped into Tristan's head with out thought. If a person, situation or thing could be described, she'd find the most sepruchal adjectives to do it. It had come to her as he'd said his parents didn't want him hanging around the house. So they'd 'abandoned' him here. Wasn't that her always her case? Though her mind had gone down thousands of bunny trails, just off one thing he had said, it had been paying attention to the rest and found another phrase of interest. "And, who would be like you?" She asked. Tristan had moved to the table, leaning against it finding that there was more conversation to be had.
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Post by killertron on Jan 25, 2009 17:09:39 GMT -7
Lucian thought about his next answer very carefully "Well someone like me would be my kind wouldn't it" he said calmly watching people go by "Someone like me, who has been cast aside by the very people they love just because there differen't" he said reamembering what it was like before his father found out his mum was cheating, he turned and looked right at Tristen the light shining of his full black eyes "Have you guessed what I am yet?" His fangs shown abit as he spoke, he put his hand into his pocket as if to pull out anouther cig but thought better of it as a teacher went right past them.
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 25, 2009 17:30:32 GMT -7
"They would be your kind, but I can't say they're all in the same situation." She said, agreeing to his questions though she assumed they'd been rhitorical. Tristan had been idly watching him but when his gaze came upon her full force, the combination of them and the question caused her to give a small shiver. "No." She admitted, her eyes taking a dive to the floor. "I'm not good at that." She added quietly. She bit her lip for a second before looking back at him. "Cause... I thought I was human till a few months ago. So all this..." her hands swept the air. "This stuff. I knew it was there, it's just a little strange." She mumbled the last part unsure what made her confess. She figured it was still a bit of frustration.
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Post by killertron on Jan 25, 2009 17:53:43 GMT -7
Lucian looked away from her and looked down "Your lucky you started to talk to me then" he said as he looked up back at her "I'll help you out but don't go thinking everyone around here is nice..... trust me most would take advantage to the fact your new to this" he looked around abit to make sure no one was around, moved next to her ear and whisperd "I'm half vampire, half werewolf but don't tell anyone, I'm hated a lot" he said moving away from her ear.
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 25, 2009 18:10:16 GMT -7
"Well I wouldn't tell most people." Tristan replied defensively. She didn't realize it didn't sound quite the way she had ment it to. She'd ment to sound capable and able. The last thing she wanted was to seem helpless in a place like this. She glanced up as Lucian moved closer, whispering to her his race. With a nervous shift, she moved her right hand over her left elbow, shrugging a bit closer to herself. His insecurty calmed her though, she thought perhaps she could have wound up in worse company. She wouldn't admit it now, but she still felt like a human in the mix of all this and in any moment, the likes of his kind would confirm her thoughts with a single bite.
A low growl pulled Tristan from her thoughts. "Oh." A surprised gasp left her lips. "Kadaj." The girl's hand moved off her elbow into the air, three of her fingers curled under her thumb and she was pointing at an oversized, scraggly looking black hound. It was built like a wolf with a thinner frame, enlongated legs, a flatter skull and a long thin muzzle. It was elegant but aweful. A few sharp teeth poked from under it's lips and it's coat though smooth seemed ragged at the same time, it's tail stopped short and it's eyes were sunken, white orbs. A rumble came from it's chest, quiet like distant thunder. It caused a few of the students to turn and look, and the ones that had been looking to jump as it appeared from nowhere.
"I'm sorry." Tristan said quickly, looking at Lucian. "It responds to my emotions." She explained, looking back at the hell hound. "It's like a ghost." She added, wishing it would dissapear as suddenly as it had come.
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Post by killertron on Jan 25, 2009 18:29:59 GMT -7
Lucian didn't jump as it apeared insted he stared at it weird "I've never seen something like this before, must be kinda rare..... which can be quite bad" he looked around noticing a few people grining "and by the fact it growled, I'm guess your angry maybe?" He said rubbing the back of his head as he pull out the pocket of cig and held them for awhile "you don't mind me having anouther on do you?" He asked her trying not to be rude.
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 25, 2009 18:47:47 GMT -7
"They're called Black Dogs, Ghost dogs, dogs of darkness. Even Hellhounds, whatever you want. Sometimes they mean bad luck, sometimes good luck, in Wales they were protectors, sometimes they just... exsist." Tristan shrugged. "You're right, they're rare to see and even more rare to be stuck on people." She looked at him, the hound was drawing closer to her, it's fur bristling. "I'm not mad, it's just... protective. Why is rare bad?" She asked. She tried to hide her fear of what could happen but the hound was giving low growls again, defensive that his charge was being bothered by Lucian.
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Post by killertron on Jan 27, 2009 15:47:36 GMT -7
Lucian looked at the dog then back to tristan "Rare is bad because it means more people will go after your, challange you or maybe get you on their side" he put anouther cig in his mouth and lit it letting out a puff of smoke "but with me around I've got a feeling you won't get many people going near you" he said smiling and taking anouther drag, puffing it out away from her.
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