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beautiful_psycho 02-17-2013 05:41 AM

~House of Night ~OPEN~
 



SPOILERX



Merry Meet, Fledgling.
Welcome To A New Life, A New
World, And A New You.
Welcome To The House Of Night!












Greetings,
You've been marked by a tracker which means you've been chosen by Nyx, our goddess. You will go through the Change and turn into a vampire. However, if your body rejects the Change, you die.When you are Marked, you must leave your home and move into the House of Night school, where you will take your place as a fledgling and live for four years.You can never be far from an adult Vampire for long. And it’s not like you’ll turn into a pumpkin. It’s a much bigger deal than that. You die. Slowly and painfully.
If you ever leave school grounds, you cannot wear any part of your uniform--which is primarily basic black-- and must conceal all tattoo markings. Good luck young fledgling. Merry meet and merry meet again.



H.O.N. RULES


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Rule #1:

If you’ve been Marked by a Tracker, night has chosen thee. You will go through the Change and turn into a vampyre. However, if your body rejects the Change, you die.


Rule #2:

If you are Marked, you must leave your home and move into the House of Night school, where you will take your place as a fledgling and live for four years.


Rule #3:

At the House of Night School, classes begin at 8pm and end at 3am. The gym is open until dawn.


Rule #4:

You can never be far from an adult Vampyre for long. And it’s not like you’ll turn into a pumpkin. It’s a much bigger deal than that.


Rule #5:

Formal rituals are held at Nyx’s Temple twice a week. At the ceremony’s commencement, turn to the east, south, west and north to summon (in order) air, fire, water and earth.


Rule #6:

If one of the cats at the school chooses you, you will belong to him or her. Not the other way around.


Rule #7:

Every High Priestess is given an affinity, or special powers, by the Goddess.


Rule #8:

If you ever leave school grounds, you cannot wear any part of your uniform (which is primarily basic black) and must conceal all tattoo markings.


Rule #9:

Here at the House of Night school, there are no lockers. You will have cabinets in your homeroom. If someone steals something, the vamps will know it. As will Nyx.

beautiful_psycho 02-18-2013 07:00 AM

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~CHARACTER LIST~



elizabeth_mazur~ Avril Jones

GypsyDancer~ Fyre Meridan Boone

Q U E E N~ Sterling Rhys Vanderbilt

BloodBaine~ Garion Duke

blueblackrose~ Lynette Rose Donovan

Marquisse~ Jullian

beautiful_psycho 02-18-2013 05:45 PM

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~Character's Schedules~


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Username~ elizabeth_mazur
Character Name~ Avril Jones
7:45 pm~ general announcements
8:00 pm~ Archeology
9:00 pm~ Literature and Poetry
10:00 pm~ Drumming
11:00 pm~ Math
12:00 am~ Lunch: all organic foods, an assortment of local produce and cheeses, red and white wine
1:30 am~ Psychology
2:30 am~ Fencing



Username~ BloodBaine
Character Name~ Garion Duke
7:45 pm~ general announcements
8:00 pm~ Archeology
9:00 pm~ Literature and Poetry
10:00 pm~ Music
11:00 pm~ Math
12:00 am~ Lunch: all organic foods, an assortment of local produce and cheeses, red and white wine
1:30 am~ Anatomy
2:30 am~ Warrior Training (males only)


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Username~ Gypsy Dancer
Character Name~ Fyre Meridan Boone
7:45 pm~ general announcements
8:00 pm~ Philosophy
9:00 pm~ Art: 2-D
10:00 pm~ Music
11:00 pm~ Economics
12:00 am~ Lunch: all organic foods, an assortment of local produce and cheeses, red and white wine
1:30 am~ Botany
2:30 am~ Horseback Riding



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Username~ Q U E E N
Character Name~ Sterling Rhys Vanderbilt
7:45 pm~ General announcements
8:00 pm~ Sociology
9:00 pm~ Literature and Poetry
10:00 pm~ Music
11:00 pm~ Economics
12:00 am~ Lunch: All organic foods, an assortment of local produce and cheeses, red and white wine
1:30 am~ Psychology
2:30 am~ Warrior Training (males only)




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Username~ blueblackrose
Character Name~ Lynette Rose Donovan
7:45 pm~ general announcements
8:00 pm~ Archeology
9:00 pm~ Art: 3-D
10:00 pm~ Music
11:00 pm~ Computer Sciences
12:00 am~ Lunch: all organic foods, an assortment of local produce and cheeses, red and white wine
1:30 am~ Chemistry
2:30 am~ Fencing



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Username~ Marquisse
Character Name~ Jullian
7:45 pm~ General announcements
8:00 pm~ History
9:00 pm~ Poetry
10:00 pm~ Drumming
11:00 pm~ Computer Sciences
12:00 am~ Lunch: all organic foods, an assortment of local produce and cheeses, red and white wine
1:30 am~ Quantum Physics
2:30 am~ Warrior Training

beautiful_psycho 02-19-2013 11:44 PM

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SPOILERX

Although Nyx is the embodiment of Night in a literal divine personification, she is actually very similar to what people typically consider the Earth Goddess, Gaia. Nyx is found everywhere, she is most powerful at night, which is why her special children have always been vampyres. Since ancient times, vampyres have honored Nyx by living in a matriarchal society where women rule, but men are honored and respected for their roles as guardians and companions. Nyx ensouls the earth – filling rocks, trees, rivers and mountains with her spirit. She is known by many names including Changing Woman, Gaea, A’akuluujjusi, Kuan Yin, Grandmother Spider and even Dawn. Often she gifts individual fledglings and vampyres with special powers. Those so gifted are also given the additional responsibility of becoming leaders among their kind such as High Priestesses or Warriors. Nyx is a benevolent Goddess. She is not jealous or vindictive, but she does not tolerate liars and her path is not always an easy one to tread. So, choose wisely…

beautiful_psycho 02-22-2013 05:48 AM

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beautiful_psycho 02-25-2013 12:15 AM

BloodBaine:
Q U E E N:
GypsyDancer:
blueblackrose:
Marquisse:

We're open!

beautiful_psycho 03-08-2013 04:59 AM

Avril sighed as she got dressed. She would have to leave her mother alone with her step father in order for her to get an education. It almost seemed selfish. Though Kenny hadn't hurt Avril or her mother in a year, Avril was still wary. How could she trust him? Why did her mother just let him back in? What was wrong with her? Because of Kenny, Avril's older sister Alice was dead and her unborn brother was gone. Both lost in an attempt to flee from Kenny's abuse. Avril couldn't just let that go.

"Don't miss your bus.." His voice sent shivers along Avril's spine. He hadn't said it in a mean or menacing way, but Avril knew Kenny's concern was fake. Avril spun around to face him and narrowed her eyes. She knew words were unnecessary. He knew all too well what Avril was trying to say. He wouldn't dare hurt her mother. She wasn't thirteen anymore. She could do a lot more than knock him out with a baseball bat. Rage had made Avril stronger than ever. She would stop at nothing to keep what was left of her dysfunctional family safe.

Sighing as she stepped onto the bus, Avril gave one last glance at her apartment complex. What a dump. She felt angry with herself. She could have tried harder, covering up every last piece of evidence possible, maybe then Kenny wouldn't have found them. Part of her felt like enrolling herself in the school was what gave their positions away. Avril supposed that even if she hadn't have done something so stupid, he'd probably send someone after them eventually.

I can't think like that right now.. what's done is done. Besides, she let him back in, remember? She obviously loves him more than she loves you. Trying to keep her safe is all in vane. She wont appreciate it anyway. Avril mentally shook herself. Kenny was getting into her head. She needed to just not think. Avril slipped her I-pod out of her pocket and put her ear-buds in. Music was Avril's favorite escape. She could get lost so easily.

Rock music blared in Avril's ears, drowning out the noise of all the other students as she walked through the halls. Her new school was fairly clean. It actually didn't look too bad. Maybe she'd be able to make a friend or two. No, you don't have time for friends. You need to hurry up and graduate. The sooner the better.
Once Avril could make enough money she'd move out. She would try to convince her mother to follow, but the way things were going now, it didn't look like she would. What did she see in that man anyway? All he ever did was take. Avril sighed. She had done all she could in trying to protect her mother, but when she went right back to him anyway, there was no use in trying anymore.

Avril's thought's were interrupted by a scream. She yanked her ear-buds out and turned around. Just a few feet away was a figure cloaked in all black. It was facing towards Avril. Her eyes widened. "What the..." All the other students were cowering in the shadows, some quietly making their ways through the exits, others too fear stricken to move.

The cloaked figure extended it's arm, a finger pointing at Avril. "You have been chosen by Nyx." There was a huge power serge at that moment, all the lights in the school flickered off for a moment. When they had turned back on, the cloaked figure was gone.

Avril looked around, greatly confused. All the other students looked back at her with a mixture of amazement, fear, and disgust.

"She.. she's been marked!" One of the girls mumbled. "What? What does that mean?" Avril stared back at all the faces. She hated being the center of attention. A girl slid a compact mirror over to Avril with her foot. Avril picked it up. "I don't want it back.." The girl said as Avril opened it. Her words were riddled with disgust. Almost as if the fact that she had contaminated it by touching it or something.

Dismissing the comment, Avril cracked the little mirror open and gasped. There was a little blue outline of a crescent moon on her forehead. She brought her fingers to it and could feel where her skin had been raised slightly, almost as if it were a tattoo of some sort. After that, Avril blacked out.

When she woke up, it was pitch black save for the moon. Avril was outside a huge iron gate. It looked like it was out of some old fairytale or something. She looked down at herself, her black jeans had been torn along the knee and part of the thigh. Her lacy black top was covered in mud and her hair was disheveled and dirty. It looked as if someone had just dumped her hear while she was out.

"Hello? Can anybody tell be where I am?" Avril stood and walked over to the gate, contemplating whether she should go in or not. So many things were racing through her mind. What exactly happened back at the school? Was that all just a dream? Who had dumped her here? Why did she look as if she had been dragged through a mud pit and just left here?

BloodBaine 03-16-2013 06:21 PM

Garion got up slowly from his bed as his alarm clock went off for school, he knew his dad was already gone to work, since he worked early mornings. He got out of bed stretching before walking down the hall way in their one floor house. Garion walked to the fridge and grabbed some milk and corn flakes before sitting at the dining room table. His house was small and quaint which was good for him and his father, meant Garion got free time all the time and he never had to be watched.

Garion ate slowly as he read the back of the box of cereal box, he had already missed the bus, on purpose today since there were doing nothing in his class today. As he finished his cereal he put his dish in the sink before heading upstairs and getting dressed into jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed a new book on the super natural as he left his room, it was a large volume one of 3 that he had borrowed from the library. He made his way downstairs and pulled out a sticky note where he wrote down a note to his father that he was out side in the field reading and pasted it to the fridge door.

Garion walked out of the door of his house and headed out too the back field behind his house, towards the one tree that stood in the middle of the field. As he reached it he sat down and laid back against the tree breaking open the book and turning to the page that he had left off at last night, he started to read again. He read for a long time, the sun moved from just over the horizon to straight over head, the sun was warm and it made him sleepy. So he closed his book and put it at his head turning over and using it as a pillow as he decided to take a short nap just because.

While he was asleep a figure walked up to him and smiled, cloaked in black, and touched him on the forehead before placing a note softly beside Garion. Garion awoke just as the person disappeared from sight and as he sat up his hand hit the note, which he opened and read. As he read it he knew immediately what it meant, so he stood and sighed, walking slowly as he read the last of the note, before he got to his house and entered. He hadn't realized that he had napped for 2 hours and his dad was now home.

When his dad looked at Garion he raised an eyebrow and stood up walking over to him and brushing his hair slightly out of the way to expose the mark. Garion handed his dad the note an sighed looking at his dad hanging his head as he put the book on the table and his dad sat down reading the note. Garion made it only half way up the stairs before he collapsed blacking out, and thudded down the stairs. His dad found him and sighed knowing what he had to do for Garion to get the best schooling he could.

Garion awoke at the front gates at the school, on his back was a backpack full of books and also a note from his dad. He stood up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes as he read the note then put it into his back pocket. He looked around and stumbled forwards looking at the buildings and his surroundings so much he didn't realize some one who was standing there in front of him. He accidently bumped into the girl losing his back pack on the ground, which he bent down and picked it up before he looked at the girl. "Sorry." he muttered noticing her clothes and how dirty she looked at the moment.

blueblackrose 03-20-2013 02:16 AM

Lynette groaned as she turned off her alarm. She glanced at the time before going back to sleep. This was the girl’s normal routine on school mornings, her alarm would go off about an hour before the bus arrived, but she usually didn’t get up until fifteen to twenty minutes before it came. Just like every morning her mother complained, telling her to get up and hurry and bitching at her about staying up so late on school nights. She ignored the complaints of her mother as she finally got up and went about getting ready. She yawned while she walked to the bus stop.

Just like every other morning Lynette sat in a seat by herself, chatting to her friend and neighbor. They ignored most of the others around them. Lynette was glad when the bus finally arrived at the school even though she didn’t want to be there. If she could have she would have skipped today. She said her goodbyes to the few ‘friends’ she had on the bus the girl made her way to class. Things seemed to be going well enough. Arriving at the band room she relaxed, sitting in the hall waiting for the bell. While she waited she pulled out her mp3 player to listen to music. Time seemed to go quickly because before she knew it the bell rang and class began. Today was her lucky day of sorts. The band director decided that they would be doing sectionals today and have independent practices.

Lynette smiled to herself because since there was only two people in the class that played the clarinet and the other person was absent she got to go off to one of the dressing rooms by herself to practice. She took her bag with her and once in the dressing room pulled out her jacket, laying it on the floor, placing her bag beside it. It wasn’t much, but it would do for a short nap. The girl turned to put her instrument on the counter at the mirror and froze. Her reflection wasn’t the only one there. A figure clad in all black now stood behind her pointing at her in the mirror. Lynette knew full well what this meant. “No,” she yelled as the figure spoke to her. “You have been chosen.” The light flickered before going out. When the lights came back on the figure was gone and an outline of a crescent moon now on her forehead.

If anyone comes and sees this what is going to happen to me? Lynette sighed, staring at the floor hoping no one had heard her yell. Sure the vampyres had interested her, but wasn’t sure she wanted to be one of them. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door to the room. “You ok,” a familiar voice came from the other side. She quickly fixed her bangs so the mark was hidden. “Yeah, I just dropped something,” she said, opening the door slightly. “Sorry for all th…” before she could finish speaking everything went pitch black, she passed out.


It was probably just out of pure luck that the person who had come to the door to check on her was a childhood friend, Brandon. At first the boy was frantic then he noticed the mark on Lynette’s forehead. The young man shook his head and frowned before whispering to her unsure if she’d actually hear him, “don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here safely. Good bye old friend.” He told the teacher that Lynette wasn’t feeling well so he was going to take her to the school nurse. Then he set his plan in motion to get his dear friend to safety before anyone else found out. He carried the limp Lynette out of the school along with her stuff. What he was doing drew some attention from a few other students, but most of them kept their distance once they seen the crescent moon mark. A couple gave Brandon trouble, trying to stop him. Once he had the girl away from the school Brandon contacted Lynette’s mother and told her what happened and that he would be taking her to where she needed to go. Lynette’s mother was left speechless and all she could do was thank the boy for helping her daughter.

When Lynette awake it was already dark out. She groaned, for some reason her left leg hurt, but she couldn’t quite recall what happened at first. It all seemed like a dream. Sitting up she could her voices nearby. “Hello? Is someone there,” she called out, but not very loudly. This was all just a bad dream right? After all her bag and jacket where right beside her. Her mind wandered with many questions. Who had brought her here? Were they doing this as a joke because of some of the books she read? Was this a dream?

GypsyDancer 03-25-2013 10:10 AM

It had been nearly four years since Fyre had been marked and she still hadn't gotten accustomed to sleeping during the day and being awake at night, but she had learned to function on very little sleep. She just felt fortunate that she didn't yet have a room-mate. Fyre's inconsistent sleep schedule and her insomnia fueled activities would probably drive even the most patient of people up the wall. Of course a room-mate would be expected sooner or later, but for now she would enjoy her solitude. Solitude minus one very dictator-like cat. Fyre thought, sliding her turquoise blue eyes over to the sleek black cat lounging on Fyre's bed. The cat was looking back with the most vibrant green eyes Fyre had ever seen. The cat was swishing her tail back and forth while the two just stared at each other. Before coming to the House of Night Fyre hadn't been too fond of cats or any animal, but that changed. It was kind of had not to like them now seeing as they were all over the place. This particular cat had hissed at Fyre every time she saw her for six months straight, then one day the cat just started following her everywhere she went.

Over time Fyre got used to the cat's presence and even talked to her. Sure the cat was rather demanding and wanted things done her way, but Fyre didn't mind. The cat had other personality traits, and that's why Fyre put up with her. That, and it was an honor to have been chosen by a cat in Fyre's opinion. Fyre always referred to the cat as "Teva", the name seemed fitting since the cat bonded with Fyre when Fyre had first discovered her affinity with earth her second year at the House of Night. Fyre had done research into the different affinities and had always thought she'd get something like an air or water affinity were she to have one, but she was happy and honored to have her affinity with earth. Lots of vampyres didn't even have affinities so Fyre considered herself rather special. Not too many people knew, but Fyre often used her ability of terrakinesis to sense vibrations from various musical instruments. She liked learning the different types of vibrations in nature. Certainly her experimenting would be better suited for one with an air affinity since that's how the sound traveled, but the earth actually held the vibration for much longer.

The cat meowed from the bed causing Fyre to pull away from her thoughts while she sketched. "Yes, Teva?" Fyre asked in her soft, sultry voice. Teva leaped from the bed up onto the desk and nosed Fyre's cheek. A contented giggle escaped from Fyre's throat as she gently stroked the cat's fur. "I know, Teva. I know. I just can't sleep." Fyre said, sensing what the cat was inferring. "You worry too much, Teva. Why don't you go back to sleep, hm? Surely you've got better things to do than watch me all day." She added, seeing the look Teva was giving her. The cat stretched before settling herself down on Fyre's sketch book. Fyre crossed her arms and looked at Teva with a stubborn glare. "Fine. I'll try to get some more sleep. But you're coming with me!" Fyre said, scooping Teva up before the cat could run. Teva made protesting hisses up until the two were snuggled together underneath the covers. Teva stayed awake, but still as Fyre slept. She owned Fyre, and sometimes Fyre forgot that, but Teva still had a fondness for Fyre. Teva even liked Fyre's sense of humor.

After a few hours of sleep, Fyre could feel Teva stirring before the cat placed a paw on the tip of Fyre's nose. Fyre's eyes shot open and she was immediately staring straight into Teva's eyes. "Okay, MOM, I'm up." Fyre said with a heavy coat of sarcasm. Teva swatted at Fyre's face with an un-clawed paw before leaping off the bed to the floor so Fyre could sit up. Fyre's long, pale fingers ran through her baby pink hair that was currently sticking up at all sorts of odd angles as she yawned, putting her petite bare feet touch the floor. The stone was slightly cold against the soles of her feet, causing her to shiver a little bit before she stood completely. Groggily, Fyre made her way into the private bathroom of the dorm room with Teva on her heels. For just a moment Fyre examined herself in the mirror with slight disgust at the sight of her unruly hair. Her eyes settled on her mark. The mark itself had begun to spread to look more like that of the adult vampyres, but it still had a little ways to go. In color the mark was nearly the same color as Fyre's eyes, if maybe only a shade or so darker but still just as vibrant. Fyre had grown to like the mark, noticing how it made her eyes appear even brighter.

Being marked had been rough to begin with, but Fyre had accepted it. There wasn't a way to change it, and she wanted to live more than she didn't want to be a vampyre, so she found everything positive there was and focused on those aspects rather than soaking her mind in negatives. Besides, she had met some pretty neat people in her time at the House of Night. Granted that most of her friends hadn't survived the change. As the thought of her fallen friends crossed her mind, Fyre tore herself away from the mirror to shower hastily. It does no good to dwell on the past, Fyre. You can't change anything, only move on. She thought to herself with a sad look in her eye as she let the icy water run over her. She used cold water because it helped her pink last longer so she didn't have to go on as many of those trips to the city. After a few minutes, Fyre pulled herself from the shower and rapidly dressed in the school uniform that had the insignia for sixth formers, the equivalent of a high school senior. Fyre wasn't particularly fond of the uniform, but it wasn't as bad as some other school uniforms she had worn in the past. She'd still prefer her other clothes, but she could accept the uniform.

After she was dressed, Fyre went to examine her hair situation. She decided she could get away with just a blow-dry and a brushing today. The end result was a nice layered appearance that feathered around towards her face. Since the change Fyre's hair grew faster, longer, and thicker so she spent a bit of time making sure it was all pink and styled all the same. No one at the school knew what her actual hair color was, besides the vampyres. The fledglings didn't know and that was all Fyre really cared about. But I don't really care, do I? I don't need to. Fyre thought, remembering how much she used to care what others thought of her. How that was expected when you practically ruled the social scene of a school. That stress didn't apply to her here. She didn't want it to. Vampyres lived longer than humans, she didn't want someone to hold a petty grudge against her. Plus the pressures of living in the spotlight were dreadful. Shaking all thoughts away, Fyre began to apply her make up. A bit of mascara and eyeliner done in a cat-eye style, a little blush, and a light frosting-pink lip gloss was all she used before she deemed herself presentable.

Teva was sitting by Fyre's bag when Fyre came out of the bathroom. Fyre smiled at Teva as she carefully picked up her bag. "So, Teva, what's on your agenda today? You gonna follow me around or hang out with your cat buddies?" Fyre asked, to which Teva just meowed and licked her front left paw. "So... I don't get to know your plans? Alright, have it your way. But if you swat at one of my professor's legs again I'm gonna be in trouble, so can you at least promise me that if you follow me to classes you won't do that?" Teva looked at Fyre with a steely gaze before meowing with a nod, that Fyre took to be an agreement. Fyre rolled her eyes before heading out with her earbuds in her ears and her music turned all the way up. She still had a little bit of time before her first scheduled activity so she'd take her time getting there. As Fyre walked, she remembered when she had gotten marked.

Fyre had been at the prestigious Anderson Academy for the Musically Gifted, waiting in line for her scheduling auditions. They held an audition for the opportunity to be considered, one for acceptance, then another to determine your classes. Fyre had been the next in line to play her original piano composition. She was excited, her palms sweating just ever so slightly as she spoke in quick tones with the person standing next to her. As soon as the stage manager told Fyre it was her turn next and left, the cloaked figure showed up and pointed to her. She'd blacked out and when she woke up, she had been dumped off at the front gates of the school with a credit card and a note. The credit card hadn't come from either of her parents and had instead come from an uncle who had acquired a rather vast amount of wealth and had two children who had been marked. Fyre's parents had turned her over to him since one of his children hadn't survived the change and he had regretted doing to both of his children what her family was doing to her. Fyre kept in contact with him and the cousin that had survived the change, but she missed her family. Even to this day she continuously tried to contact them.

Tears prickled at the corners of Fyre's eyes as she entered the building she needed to be in, but she quickly wiped them away. STOP! Don't think about it. If they wanted to contact you they could. You can only try. At least value what you have, Fyre. She thought sternly to herself as she continued her nightly routine.

Q U E E N 03-26-2013 12:53 AM

The moonlight filtered in through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, illuminating a medium-sized Bengal cat as it sat on top of a cabinet next to a bed. On this bed was a human-sized lump, completely hidden with the covers over its head. The cat locked its clear blue eyes on the center of the lump and stretching its haunches as if it were its distant cousin, the fierce tiger, ready to strike down unsuspecting prey. He launched himself through the air, landing with his paws slipping around on the cushy duvet. The cat growled in annoyance. If only he still had his sharp claws.

The lump squirmed around. The cat proceeded to paw at the lump, struggling to hold on as the duvet moved around in all different sorts of directions. After a while of futile battle with the blanket, a young boy nearing his adult days popped out of the mass of cloth, nearly trapping the cat within the covers in the process. The young man sat there for a good while until the cat jumped directly onto his head. "Goodness, Simba, calm down." He removed the cat from the top of his head and set him down on the floor. Simba just gave him an annoyed look and walked off to hop onto one of the multicolored beanbags strewn across the floor and sank in for a short nap before returning to annoy his human friend after he got dressed.

Sterling was the young man's name, and he walked his way over to the bathroom, flicking on the lights and wincing as the full brightness hit him in the face. He thought about Simba for a moment. The Bengal cat had found him in his first year at the House of Night, when all the students still thought that he was just some stuck-up little boy (which he was not, by the way). He had been returning to his dorm from another long day (or night) of classes. Ready to just collapse into his bed, the cat had attacked him from behind for some unknown reason, surprising and alerting Sterling because he had mistaken the cat for some jungle animal because of his leopard-like coat. After that encounter, the cat had taken quite a liking to him and followed Sterling around, claiming him as his human. (Though Sterling, growing up in a house with a bunch of pets, often forgot that Simba owned him.) And Simba quite liked the name that Sterling had given him. It was foreign, yet sounded very nice on the tongue, very regal and playful at the same time. Simba liked the feel of it. It was certainly a lot better than the name that his previous human had given him. Seriously. Tigger. What kind of a decent person names their fierce, slightly narcissistic feline companion after a bouncy stuffed animal?

Quickly going through his daily morning (or sunset) routine, Sterling put on the finishing touches as he messily tousled his golden locks, washed off the aftershave and sprayed himself with some cologne. Nice. He checked himself three times in the mirror before exiting and swapping his pajamas for his school outfit. It wasn't as nice as the outfit of his previous school, but it would do. Previously, Sterling Rhys Vanderbilt had attended a prestigious boys preparatory school in the Upper-East Side of Manhattan. The Browning School. He'd missed a few classes here and there, meddled in drugs for a while, but mostly he had stuck to lacrosse and gotten extraordinary grades. He had a supportive group of friends that he had grown up with since childhood. He was part of the elite. He was liked by his teachers, most of his classmates, and got all the girls he wanted. He was nearly perfect, living the life. Plenty of people hated him too, wanted to see him fall off of his throne, but they had also wanted to be him at the same time. He chuckled silently to himself, and wondered if they still wanted to be him if they knew where he was now. If. His parents had paid good money to get the media off his case. After all, those accepted into the House of Night--marked as a fledgling vampire--were generally avoided by the public at all costs.

Although it had been quite a while ago, Sterling still remembered the moment he was marked as if it had occurred only a few moments ago. He'd been at his school team's homecoming lacrosse game and his team was winning 50-34. He remembered smiling and waving up at the crowds, his vision blurred by the sweat dripping down his brow. He was standing in the dead center of the field, and then he saw it. He hadn't been sure if the figure was a woman or a man, but it was definitely there for him. Sterling had looked around at the others, and they all wore similar surprised expressions. The hooded figure had headed slowly towards him, the crowd's eyes drawn to Sterling and the hooded figure. He wasn't able to get any words out, and the figure's arm went up and it pointed at him. "You have been marked", it had said. And then, Sterling had blacked out. He woke up with a crescent moon on his forehead, in his family's parlor. Afterwards, his family had kept a bit of distance from him. His sister was the only one in his family who still treats him as she used to, and his father stopped looking at him in the eyes. It was awkward and a bit painful. After going to the House of Night, he had felt much more at ease and at home. People would accept him for what he was here.

He ended his little pondering session abruptly, poking at Simba softly. "Come on, wake up, sleepy." Ignoring his human, Simba simply wriggled a bit and settled down deeper into the squishy beanbag. A few bookcases enclosed a corner of the room, creating a cozy little reading nook. Many people who visited his room commented on how cool it was, but most of them weren't aware that that was where Sterling's former roommate had slept before his body rejected the change. He'd died in his sleep, choking as Sterling watched him, unable to do anything. The faculty had removed the bed and installed the little reading nook so that Sterling wouldn't get too upset about it. They knew he absolutely loved to read, and they were right. They did help with the pain of knowing someone he was good friends with had died. What if that happened to himself? Would his family care? Would his new friends at the House of Night care? What would happen to his body? He had always wondered about these types of things when his mind wandered off by itself. Sterling sighed. Whatever. He looked back towards Simba. The feline was not moving an inch. "Fine, suit yourself. I'm going out for some breakfast."

beautiful_psycho 04-05-2013 01:22 PM


Avril toppled over and hit her head on he floor. "Hey! Watch where you're goining, damn it!" She sat up and squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing the place where her head had made contact with the floor. Yeah, it was going to definitely leave a bump. That was twice in the same day Avril had hit the floor. It was starting to get old. Sighing, Avril opend her eyes and looked up. Some boy had crashed into her. It looked like he was on his way to school or something. The load on his back was huge. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? Isn't it past your curfew or something?"
Avril hadn't exactly meant for it to come across as mean as it had, she was just in a bad mood. She had supposedly been "chosen". Whatever the hell. That meant. Not only that but someone had just dumped her here. Come to think of it, where was Here anyway? What was this place?
Noticing the boy had a blue crescent outline of the moon, Avril was surprised. "Wait! Do you know where we are? You have the same mark as me." Avril stood up and brushed herself off. She looked like a car had hit her or something.


((Sorry it's so little, guys. My iPod is being lame :/))

BloodBaine 04-05-2013 02:12 PM

Garion adjusted his back pack nervously as the girl seemed really grouchy and was snapping at him, he looked down and mumbled, "Well most likely the same thing you are.. i got dropped off here." Garion adjusted his bag again and stood up sighing, as he looked around, there seemed to be a start to life here, people had started moving around the grounds now that the moon had set and they were ignoring both him and the girl currently. Garion watched her movements, trying to figure out what he was going to do when she mentioned the mark. He tried to look up at his forehead to see it, then thought how stupid he had to look so he blushed and then turned looking at her mark, "Hmm I guess we do.. um.. where i guess we must be at some school place.. judging by the amount of back packs that people have walking around here." he said realizing he fit in alot better here then the girl did, simply because he didn't look as dirty and had a bag. "Hello.. by the way.. my name is Garion." he said reaching out a hand towards her.


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