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Post by Asphyxia on Apr 9, 2010 17:10:26 GMT -7
Angel's sarcastic reply gave him a humoring emotion around the play of Markus' thinned lips, distorting into something bearable. It was probably the same displeasure she was feeling towards him that overwhelmed and relaxed the dismay of her presence surrounding him. The only thing bearable about her at all had been the delicious flavoring scent her skin exerted. The similarity to a human, warm perfume was what kept him in a slight pull, the fatal coincidence they seem to encounter themselves in. When her expressions averted that to a mocking sugar-coated innocence, the curved line pressed into a tighter thin, the skin around his eyeballs pulling together at the corners, once again giving him the dangerous don't-come-near-me outlook; the sole anti-social disorder of his personality surfacing over his countenance. "That sounds like a great idea, princess," his hissing words spoken through the rough clench of his jaw bringing the shadowing definitions of his face took a new glint, still mixed with the sour mixture of his crusty sarcasm. "But I don't play pretend. When you're not pretending to exist in the world, then I'll pretend to be happy." His eyes gave another fierce squint before his lips pulled back over his sharped whites, letting the words snarl with a low rumble, emphasizing each and every word spoken to her with an added wry denote, hoping it'd penetrate her thick headed head. Turning back around with a breezing turn, his hands fell on the pencil perched over his desk before it busied itself scratching forcefully over the paper as the professor began to provide notes over the chalkboard. Why did this girl have to be the bane of his existence? Why did she have to appear everywhere he went? Why, of all the things that could happen in this world, did they have to encounter? Destiny had a cruel way of doing things and Markus often cursed his decided destiny. Besides being separated from his twin and everything he wanted to experience in this world--besides being human, obviously; he enjoyed his creature stability--this had to happen. One think he was thankful for was that he hadn't had the urges of sinking his teeth into her. Ristan, Markus' twin, had to help him control his thirst more than often, holding him back from killing innocent humans and or creatures with the same delicious blood, but this... this curse that was set upon him on the school to have such a wretched, thick headed girl follow him around had something compensating about her: she wasn't repulsive but either desirable in an unbearable way. At least the rest of his day was looking up, letting it smooth around the skin between his eyebrows.
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Post by shadoh on Apr 24, 2010 7:12:11 GMT -7
His words had those purple eyes flashing up to look at him. Never would she have guessed that such rudeness could come from one person. And yet here this man sat, right next to her, hating her guts for sitting with him at the table. So maybe they did get off on the wrong start, things could have gone a lot better. Maybe. But she wasn't going to agonize over it now. Instead, she rolled those pretty eyes and went back to her work. Her hand flew across her paper, copying the notes even as her mind went to other things. She was hungry for one. Thoughts of happiness of being away from her parents was another. And what would seem like the millionth time, the man beside her seemed to invade her mind pushing away what little sanity she had left after living with the people she called mom and dad. Or Satan and Spawn. Whichever one though, she wasn't picky. Sighing, she crossed her legs, one foot moving back and forth like a pendulum, Counting the minutes for her freedom to be gifted to her and she could leave this classroom and him. If she was being honest with herself, she'd probably admit she was a bit intrigued by the constant scowl that seemed to be a permanent mark on his face, or the eyes that were so much like her own. Unique. But unlike herself, he seemed to genuinely not care what others thought, where she was so self conscious it made encountering others awkward. And yet, not with him. It seemed from the get go that she felt no fear for him, only curiosity. How could that be? Well she wasn't going to think on it now. Instead, she was going to busy herself with her work and try and keep her mind of Lagoon sitting beside her.
[[Did you want to start lunch right after this class?]] [/blockquote]
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Post by Asphyxia on Jun 7, 2010 23:28:04 GMT -7
Markus had turn his focus and concentration off of the wonderfully delicious woman next to him, but her radiating heat seem to keep him in an uncomfortable position... yet here was a lot of other heats saturating the air besides her own yet hers was the closest and the most disturbing of all. Praying that class would end soon--human time went by so slowly that it was unbearable--his lavender eyes averted to his notebook, scratching words promptly as they were being written on the board, being finished with the work at due time, which left a lot of spare time to refine his focus into channeling anger through a helpful source like doodling abstract, eloquent lines into frames or elegant scripts with succulent shadowing shapes that scattered the eye across the whole artwork however unintentional. As the bell rang, with an exaggerated sigh, Markus dunked the notebook in his already opened messenger bag and was out of the classroom in a matter of seconds. Fluttering himself between a horde of students and some teachers, he skipped around the main entrance and took a shortcut out the back, leading himself into the castle grounds and into the forest to a nearby tree. The young vampire didn't need food--his system had a twisted, darker way of wanting and strength supply--so there wasn't any more need to waste time around temptation. These were the times he wished he had his blood donor, but thankfully his twin brother had been smart enough to ransack a blood back and snatch a couple of fresh blood IV's that were ready for deporting into a freezer. Grateful for the little thought, Markus produced one of the IV's he'd packed inside the bag and punctured his fangs into the plastic before draining the ruby liquid dry, finding a moaning comfort resonating through his throat. "That woman will drive me insane..." Yet she still lingered in his mind like an imagery he couldn't undo or an error in spelling he couldn't erase and retype. She haunted his mind after the intake of human blood, and thereafter the hunger that was satiated by the delicious AB negative blood type was bearable thanks to her scent. "Great."
[that'd be a yes? XD also... >.> sorry for the lateness but it's here!]
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Post by shadoh on Aug 4, 2010 3:27:13 GMT -7
Eyes glared up at the clock as it ticked by with slow progress. Teasing her with each movement the hand made, going achingly slow. Her brow was furrowed into a frown, white teeth biting the inside of her lip. Her mind traveled miles away as it usually did when one wasn't paying attention, and it was the sound of a high pitch bell that brought her back to reality and to the here and now. It took her a moment to realize that everyone was moving, going to their next classes or skipping. Whichever they preffered. Finally it dawned that she herself had yet to move. With a crimson blush kissing her cheeks she shoved her things into her bag and headed out the door without a backward glance or to check if that Lagoon was still in his seat. She wanted to know his real name, but since he wanted to be stubborn she doubted she'd get it anytime soon. Or ever with his attitude. She gave a mental 'hmph' making herself feel increasingly better as her lone body weaved in and out of others. Light feet dancing along the pavement as she finally found a door to lead outside. Her next stop was lunch, a time for her to relax and maybe catch up on some school work of her own. Or..... play games on her laptop. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Her mind, again was off in it's own dimensions. Her thoughts taking her far away from here, and far away from the weekend that would soon be upon her, which would mean she would have to make a trip back home. She visibly cringed at that thought, knowing what lie before her and what waited for her with the mask of her father. It was to be unavoidable, as much as she wished it could. Sighing, a hand rubbing her forehead, almost dislodging the hat she wore, it was then she caught the scent. Teasing her nostrils with it's heavenly aroma, until she realized who's scent it really was. Having sat beside it for an hour.... just now she had better remember who exactly he was. With eyes narrowed she turned a bend and there he was. A bag of blood clasped in his hands. Seeming to have just drank from it she lifted a brow. It would seem fate was playing a cruel joke on her, and the joke was in the disguise of a handsome cynical boy. She didn't know what to say, nor did she know how to act now. Lean fingers went to the strap on her backpack to tug and fidget with it. How awkward this was. At least to her. "Er.. Hi?" Lame. She knew it, but it was all she could even think to say. [/size]
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 10, 2010 22:54:31 GMT -7
The alleviating sensation the blood washed in his innards quieted the inflaming hunger wetting his mouth. Every scent had become ridiculously delicious and Markus was known for his picky behavior when it came to his choice of food. He was highly thankful to his brother for sharing his knowledge of hunting and capturing what he wanted; they'd been tactical, essential skills his instinct had brimmed to survive, but he was even more thankful to one of his elementary school crush's: Lilly. She had taught him most of his daily life skills to blend in with humanity although he opposed to listen, but one thing he surely took in as a lifestyle to continue appearing in what he'd call a "hellhole," was turning to blood packs instead of picking a human life to end every week or so. It was the only thing he had questioned about her and found out with an intriguing--and highly pleasing--outcome. However not warm and appetizing the blood was, Markus had certain morals that rubbed off on him thanks to many years of hanging out with her. It was a searing trade off that would stretch his tolerance as far as three or four days, at the least. His thoughts now had been transitioning to further events that happened after meeting the goddess, bunny trailing to something dark and locked he'd been trying to confine in the deepest, darkest places where they would never again be discovered, bringing the second-to-nature scowl back to knit across his eyebrows and darkened the planes of his face. The pleasant taste wasn't enough to coax what his feelings had been fervently trying to push away and conceal but they came back with a stinging, scarring revenge, leaving him the teared, bitter man he had appeared to be once upon a time when arriving at this school. Destiny, however, wasn't playing the card in the same way in this situation so Markus didn't guard himself as much as he should have when encountering the female with the attractive scent. Although it'd been marred enough that it lost all appealing luster awakening all his dormant hunger, it had a signature tang that left a curious mark of reminder inside of him. Even thinking about it, he could swear the flavors saturated the air surrounding him and the scowl defining his eyebrows and frowning his thinned lips intensified in the same dark air. Great. Markus grunted mentally, his lavender orbs disappearing behind his pale pallor, his hair tickling its way farther through his features, covering half already. Was that dreadful girl about to appear in his everyday thought? Markus thoroughly cursed his previous hunger to the affiliation the seemingly phantom smell brought him. All sensations had become a jostle of twisted knots in his stomach, wishing that perhaps a small taste or believing she was near his turf to stop these horrible clips invading his mind and refreshing his feelings. "Er.. Hi?" His eyelids snapped open in one sharp movement and his lavenders immediately fell on her as if he'd been staring through the pallid film of his skin. Something near disgust contorted his first impression, pulling his lips into a revolted purse but the creases softened slightly at the relief that came washing after the realization that he wasn't imagining her in his every day life and that she had appeared there by some ungodly, forsaken coincidence. "You again." His head dropped slightly with the flat spoken words as if they had little importance, picking back the distance they'd drop to glare elsewhere, fluttering all apparent relief away from what he'd let show momentarily. "Are you stalking me? It's annoying."
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Post by shadoh on Sept 19, 2010 13:07:27 GMT -7
Her dislike for him seemed to be growing by leaps and bounds, so quickly in fact she felt a temper that rarely ever showed itself start to spark a fire within her. It was true when she was around her family she seemed to be a whole other person, one would be with the shit that she constantly had to live with from day in and day out. A more docile creature then one should, she rarely spoke or even made any kind of movement when they were near, for fear of bringing unwanted attention upon her head which she would no doubt regret in later days. Regret seemed to be a huge part of her life, she regretted being born as a freak, and she regretted the parents she had that preyed on their much weaker daugther. But she was safe here, if only for a while before her parents came to check up on her, and her father once more got what he wanted from her. At this moment they couldn't touch her, and she vowed no one else would after she left them. But here was a boy who seemed to be so disgusted with her that he couldn't stand even seeing her. The 'you again' had the hair on the back of her neck raising, like a cat that was ready to pounce. Fists clenched at her sides as her own mouth turned up into her own disgusted snarl at his behavior toward her. But his next words had a bark of laughter leaving her throat as lavender eyes rolled skyward then back down to show him what she thought of that. "And what makes you special enough to be stalked? I do believe your head is too far up your ass, would you like my help with removing it?" The words and tone of voice were total opposites, as was the expression on her face. Her tone was sweet, even bordering on honey smooth, while her face was curious with the most innocent expression she could muster, and her words were a total opposite. She knew she should probably just turn around and try and find her way back to the school, a walk had been a horrible idea, she could see that now since she kept running into this boy who seemed to hate her guts for no reason then that they both got the same table and both wanted to be alone. Indeed she thought him very rude, and her accurate naming him 'The Black Lagoon' to be more than appropriate. "And how do I know that you you can't read minds and knew I'd be out here? So you could just as easily be stalking me Lagoon." She shrugged, slight shoulder as a hand moved up to fix the hat that was placed on her head. "And your annoying." It was said under her breathe, almost a pout on her face as she said it. But what annoyed her was that she had a growing attraction to this boy, and why? She wasn't the type to go for the 'bad boys' and thought any woman who did deserved what she got in the end. And while she couldn't accurately put him into the 'bad boy' category she sure as hell seemed like it to her. So why the attraction? Of course, she's never had a 'real' boyfriend before, so maybe she only liked him because he was probably the only guy that was giving her the time of day, even if it was to insult and belittle her. How pathetic was that? It's as if she couldn't get away from it, and it had her face falling with disappointment.
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Post by Asphyxia on Oct 14, 2010 0:21:25 GMT -7
Markus had been stewing quietly in the spurt of her silence, unable to do anything but await for her response. Her body language seemed to tell she was mustering some form of comeback and probably getting lost in the million of thoughts flooding that pretty little head of hers. Humans were so vulnerable and easily distracted. Their constant dwelling on frivolous events from the past was probably one of the reasons as to why so many wrong, over-thought emotions kept them warped in an endless, delusional cycle of erroneous assumption. Even if their meager minds could keep a sense of levity on the world's constant karma slap, they usually lost themselves in their twisted, humane and moral paranoia. It was for this very reason that people like Markus, who slipped on a constant facade of just one streaming emotion--apathy/indifference--with a sliver of anger (a plus so humans wouldn't feel so bloody uncomfortable) couldn't withstand close-minded, hormone-ruled and emotion-riddled creatures. Too many problems entailed through with involvement. Markus wasn't up to that let alone did he have the time to get involved in something so inane and foolish as... "feelings." Yet... why was his stomach getting a phantom tingle, slight gusting pangs rattling up inside his stomach? What was that about? And it wasn't hunger... the peak of pain usually stemmed from the throat. If it got violently hungry, his mouth welled up and the heat sensations coursed down the line of his esophagus unto his stomach. So what was that, blood packs already taking his toll inside his body?
Lavender eyes slid up the distance they fell from the idle droop his head had fell into, drinking up her response while remaining so nonchalant, as if she'd made the wittiest remark in the world and there wasn't a single stock of snark comments to retort with. His lips hitched at the corners. How cute, this creature thought herself so clever with her glorious deductive skills about how the situation could potentially be turned into a mess unto him. An airy chuckle left his lips; it was the kind of dry, sarcastic chuckle that rumbled into an odd, pitched growl. "Cute." Markus breathed momentarily, shifting slightly to effectively shadow the natural, faint accentuated lines of his features and hue his pallid pallor under the cool shade of the tree. "But there's two things wrong with your theory." Unlike Angel, the bitter vampire didn't tag cute pet names along his sentence to show the affection of their unfortunate, circumstantial acquaintances. "If I were a mind reader, I'd make my mind useful and put as much distance between you and I as possible. See what I did there? I'm supporting my obvious dislike for you by stating the obvious." Of course, Markus was being redundant on purpose. The bright, cloudy violets disappeared behind the film of his skin before his lips twitched to life again, crossing his second point. "Secondly, you appeared here. After me..." there seemed to be a gust of suspense pressing in his lungs and lingering through his slightly parted lips, but his eyebrows squirreled together and composed into his signature scowl. Why was he even bothering in explaining besides the obvious satisfaction of rubbing her mistake into her face? "Funny, haven't heard that one before," the boy gritted, teeth suddenly clenched through the realization of engaging her into somewhat of a conversation. Funny that how he humored her without noticing.
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Post by shadoh on Nov 17, 2010 11:23:33 GMT -7
Rolling her eyes seemed to be the only true response she could give him, but then it worked so why stop something that seemed to work so well? She stood where she was, resisting the urge to just punch him in the face and mar that pretty face of his, although while Angel found herself coming out of her shell a bit at a time since coming here she wasn’t to that point yet. One can never know if she’d get to that certain point but at this moment in time she was content with the eye rolling and snarky comments she didn’t know she had. ”Isn’t it though?” Her head tilted as she said it, arms crossing over her chest shifting her weight to one foot as the other cocked to her side. She should know known though that he wouldn’t make a response to her own comments so she waited until he spoke, a brow rising. ”Well we can agree on one thing can’t we? You don’t like me and I hate you, something in common who knew. But then again this could be you trying to convince me that you aren’t stalking me, so what you could be saying is a lie which means I’m not going to a hundred percent believe you, but you can keep convincing me if you want, I find it adorable.” Resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she had just done with his ‘cute’ comment she heaved a sigh and glanced around, wondering if she could just walk away instead of standing here wasting her time and her breathe with such nonsense. Doubtful.
She glanced back at him as he finished, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders. ”Once more, if you were a mind reader you’d know I was coming here, therefore putting yourself in my way then making it seem like it was all a coincidence.” She said it absently as her gaze went back to her surroundings, a few paths here and there that could take her away from this certain clearing and she could move on back to the school, but here is where the problem lay. She couldn’t necessarily remember ‘where’ the school was, the paths she had taken had been winding and her mind was on anything but where she was going. ”Look, do you know what path leads to the school? Since we don’t like each other’s company then I don’t see the point in us staying here.”
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Post by Asphyxia on Dec 11, 2010 12:21:02 GMT -7
He had been silently hoping upon some ultimate otherworldly mumbo jumbo that thanks to his obvious straight forwardness and curt behavior, this girl would already walk, run, sashay or skip away from his bubble--whichever, Markus had no preference. The extremity of this hope was intense to the point that if he had to kneel down and pray to whatever god existed beyond the intangible canvas of the sky to the heavens for this particular fragment to happen, he would. To his unfortunate luck, however, blinking the reality watering down on him back into his head was a harder knock to stick his feet on the ground than all the quiet wishes and willing--she was still standing there, trying to retaliate snark remarks perhaps hoping that some would wound our little impenetrable vampire friend.
And to further more the situation, miss little dark sunshine kept rambling on about unimportant things to Markus' life. Every word coming out of her mouth was sounding like a huge "blah blah blah" meshing into a distant, tuned out background noise after becoming so dull and monotonous. It brought two pallid callous digits to pinch the bridge of his nose and swerve across the too-pale skin, pressing and motioning in circles against his temples.
"Alright, I'll save you further embarrassment since, clearly, you're not getting the message."
Longest sentence of his life despite the growl undertones now seeping into his frustrated voice. It had his eyebrows squeezing further together--maybe it would help the annoying racketeering giving him a headache. Women were strange creatures and had a very odd way of showing what they felt even when denied it and often ended up doing the complete opposite of what they hoped for. Not that Markus would know entirely about their way of working but he had a strange experience with that hybrid once... and it had led to..
Ugh. There his thoughts went again, to the farthest and last place he'd like to navigate to. Shoving the imagery away from blinding his faith, the vampire got up in one fluid movement and landed with a loud thud in front of her on purpose. His hand outstretched to the ground while his muscles were coiled together in the crouching position, giving him a darker air than the already darkly permeated one that naturally surrounded him at immediate sight.
Outstretching himself to his height's full potential dwarfing her naturally to cease and desist this pointless argument--his headache was pounding the sense that they already acted like a married couple, what a horrible thought to have so early--but her mouth kept moving, spewing more embers into the slowly burning fire of the vampire's tolerance. His lip curled upward into a quiet little snarl that shadowed the natural depressions of his facial features, his towering frame already hovering way too close for comfort in Angel's direction. His lavender eyes could see the the violent pulse of warm, rich blood coursing through the branching veins on the side of her neck underneath that luscious layer of skin--and his mind wildly spiraled in different tangents, making him unable to figure out his prime incentive of stalking away in the opposite direction. Thankfully, that pretty little head of hers--deemed useful, bless her hormones--was quick to prompt the sentence of leaving and asking which way was school to get out of his path, making his breath catch at the pitch of his vocal chords and his mind retract all the unimaginable tangents it had distracted towards.
Jackpot. His chance to loose her forever.
But he would never do that. Not even with the intolerable temper he had, he just couldn't leave her there stranded without a sense of direction.
"For whatever you are, you're bad at it." His shoulders relaxed as the wildly haired boy let out an invisible sigh. The tense jut of bones an outline of muscles smoothed, making the apparent flawless features visible once more--instead of exerting dark and unapproachable, he looked bored but still hating life and everything it entailed. "Follow. After you see freedom, reach for it." He advised her, now breezing past her a few steps to lead her back to the inside of the school.
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