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Post by Martin Jones on May 11, 2009 16:46:11 GMT -6
Martin walked into the room and looked at the few people that were inside the room. He had only just got here and the fact that his mother had put him in the car and just sent him up here made him wonder who he could trust. Was this place as safe as his mother said? He was an enigma, the mark of the crossbreed still tattooed on his wrist. It was hidden by the leather fingerless gloves he wore. Not many people knew his little secret and he didn't plan on telling anyone. Of course he also wasn't going to tel anyone about the arsenal his mother had sent with him either. The shotgun, .45, sniper rifle and modified tec 9 needed to stay in his bag unless he needed it.
He smelled the air and caught sweet scents coming from the girls in the room around him, so many beautiful woman. He had to give that to this school, it had its perks when it came to all the nice looking girls around.
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Post by Trinity Lightwood on May 11, 2009 17:27:08 GMT -6
Trinity glanced up from the chair she was sitting at. A boy had walked into the room. Something about him made her feel a connectoin towards him. Another wave of pain shot in her. She cleanched her chest. Something stirred inside of her. Trinitys silver eyes looked him over as she stood from her chair. She could feel the mark on her lower back that reminded her of what was in in her blood. Two genes that werent ment to mix.
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Post by Hera Beatle - Ophelia Hurst on May 12, 2009 2:34:55 GMT -6
Hera was sitting in the window looking out over the grounds while she had a book in her hand but she had barely read one line.
She turned her head as she heard the door open. She had noticed Trinity and had said hello as she had walked to the window but she had not been in the mood for conversation. The rain hit the window as the clouds gathered outside. Rain. She loved rain. She smiled slightly and looked up at the person.
He was good looking she had to give him that.
She smiled a little. She found dark haired guys fasinating. The few guys she had been around had either been red haired true irish or blond fairies from her mothers family. She looked more like her mother. Blond hair and blue eyes her father had even told her... before he died... that she had her mothers strong mind.
She shook her head lightly and looked down into her book again.
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Post by Kaderin Wroth on May 16, 2009 13:09:58 GMT -6
Kaderin entered the common room though she wasn't quite sure why. She wasn't really in the mood to socialize. She had been in a rotten mood since she had gotten there. She didn't want to go but her mother had given her little to no choice. Still she refused to leave without her baby, which was currently sleeping and curled around her wrist. Zane was a rat snake, around a year or so old. He was a sweetie and she could never go anywhere.
She ignored everyone as she sat down in the corner. Her blonde hair was down. She was donning a pair of black leather pants. and a matching coton tank top. It was comfortable, and to her, easy to move in. She was jonesing for a fight but she had promised her mother she would try not to cause trouble for the first couple weeks. It was easier said than done, but Kade always kept her word.
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Post by Lilli~Joseph on May 16, 2009 13:17:30 GMT -6
What she is wearing- i49.photobucket.com/albums/f260/ThickestTaurus/Clothes%20Sleepwear%20Bathing%20Suits/Wetsealskirtoutfit.jpgLilli walked into the room with grace and poise. She had just goten done talking to the headmaster about her studies. It seemed she had the highest marks in the school. She wasn't worried about anything though. She had the rest of the day off and she was gonna relax. She sat down on a sofa and put her legs across the empty cushions next to her as she picked up one of the fashion magazines off of the table next to her. She was the senior member here. Well in all senses of the word. She knew she wasn't the oldest, but she was probably the smartest and happened to be the headmaster's pet. Even though that title didn't work well for her it was true. Headmaster Joseph was like a father to her. She was an orphan. He had offered to adopt her at one point, but she had refused. She was fine on her own. But he would always be there to be the father figure if she ever needed it. |
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Post by Martin Jones on May 20, 2009 5:56:09 GMT -6
Martin had to admit he was not complaining when he walked in and saw the four girls who noticed him. They were all very beautiful, but as he looked each of them over he noticed one that seemed to be fidgeting ever since he came in. Martin walked over to the girl who had clenched her chest.
"Are you okay?" He sat in the chair next to her and smiled as he noticed a tattoo on her wrist.
So your a mix breed to.
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Post by Trinity Lightwood on May 21, 2009 23:32:41 GMT -6
Trinity looked over at him and smoothed out her face. She didnt want anyone to know what went inside of her, she knew that it might one day kill her.
"Im fine. Just..."Trinity said half way smiled as something rustled inside of her. Trinity looked him over and noitced something.
So he is also a mix breed. Her eyes went to his.
"You..."
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Post by Hera Beatle - Ophelia Hurst on May 22, 2009 3:52:59 GMT -6
Hera looked up from her book. Trinity seemed odd about his question. She looked down into the book again and sighed. It was none of her business but she still couldn't help but listen cause she had noticed the whole deal with the chest herself but she had not asked.
She turned a page in the book and looked out the window as she watched the raindrops make their way down the window she thought about her own secrets and shook ligtly as she turned her attention back to the book or she pretented while she listened and carefully watched the others.
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