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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 30, 2007 13:39:25 GMT -5
with hands held high into a sky so blue and the ocean opens up to swallow you ______________________________
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x
Like every morning when he'd walked into the hall this year he heard everything, covosations and whispers yet what excited him was the attention; "why is he so pale?" or "Yesterday when I watched him he didn't eat anything, breakfast, lunch OR dinner!" It was funny to think they didn't know he heard even their thoughts. Well those who wern't strong enough to block those they wanted to keep secret literally to the back of their minds. He sighed as he walked onto the hard floor in just his dark grey socks, his shoes tied at the lases and hanging around the back of his neck and over his shoulders bouncing as he walked on his chest. He had the usual attitude, coldness, that came with being in a bad mood or simply tired. He was always tired because he couldn't sleep and the only time he could was when he was sure no one would interupt him during the day. When he was alseep he looked like someone who was dead he lay so still it was frightful.
He wandered the tables in his black trousers and untucked white shirt his tie of the brightest emerald hanging loosely on his neck and his robes mysteriously nowhere to be seen. One of the teachers who had just entered also frowned in his direction and toddled over giving his a lecture of how to dress saying this was his last warning. As she turned he rolled his eyes which where reflecting the brilliant green of the tie around his neck. Slumping himself down at the far end of the Slytherin table he sneakily took a slice of toast and let a few crums fall onto his plate before placing it back. This year he'd seen little of his friends although he couldn't blame them. One day he was up for a laugh, a joke or to pick a fight by running upto girl he knew well (and they knew he dd this and found it no bother) and where with their boyfriends before kissing them on the cheek, shouting 'hey babe tomorrow night smae place?' at them or holding their waists and many others. The next he'd be cold, not speaking and just sitting and staring. Today he was just asleep.
A barn owl fluttered down to the table and dropped a large box and a letter down both with the emblem of a fox's tail on them. He smiled lightly, perhaps only on the inside, before tearing the letter open with his nails which where perhaps a little too long for the average male but not long enough to be classed feminine. It was in three languages the letter, each he knew well; English, Dutch and Russian with a small concluding farewell in Egyptian. Helody had always done this because it made it harder for people to read their mail, well that would be if Zack wrote back. His pale hand pulled the package off the table and sat with his back to the table facing the sandy stone walls. His sister had written to tell his that there was a festival on in Enkeel Isle at the moment where each day fruit and vegetables where harvested and then left in boiled water for a few days then there was a huge food fight every day for a week. She also told him that there was another photoshoot this month where she was modelling the new style of toga which was died black instead of being white all the time. She'd cut her blonde hair and the slaves straightened it each day. Nothing new there, still oblivous that she was dead in the world outside the island and that he supposedly wasn't on the plane at the time so he didn't die.
She finnished in the same way everytime. I'll write one more time after that you have to reply or I'll stop sending these, I don't even know if you get them! Then in russian she wrote; I'll tell someone, I will I have no clue how dangerous your secret of being a vampire is, if it's something worth holding against you I'm goiong to write back or I'll tell. Hopefully none of your friends read russian or I've blown it for you. Helody. Zack sighed and crumpled the paper before shoving it in his pocket and taking the package onto his knee. On top it said Photographs and a little something. He opened it and pulled out a small group of photographs. There she was; his beautiful sister with her new hair modelling for her new album photoshoot. She had no clue she was magic in fact she may never find out but she believed in it. It was a shame she lost her memory her dream was to be a care of magical creatures professor or a magical animal vet. Now she was stuck as an actress on an island that wasn't known to the world and thought that the island was the whole world itself. He felt guilty about it but in some way it was all he could do.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Aug 30, 2007 16:48:41 GMT -5
so you think you know me know my name know my game do you know my shame doubt you do The great hall was a vast building, its arched ceiling displayed the angry grey clouds swelling and shrinking and moving across the sky. It was about to snow, not a pretty faerie-tale crystal snow. A full blown blizzard, driving rain and sheets of ice so thick you couldn't see your nose on your face, at a thrilling temperature of 21 degrees farenheit. Inside the hall however it was warm, the warmth of lit candles and many bodies all in the same space. A claustrophoic warmth, it made the girl sick to her stomach. Normally a light eater she knew she wouldn't be able to eat anything even though she was hungry. The sight and smell of so many people was too much for her today. ---Cause: my name is gunfire so roll those dice and bet as high as you can The girl walked into the hall with a scowl on her face, a scowl was her normal expression it would sometimes be replaced by a blank stare, but more often a scowl. Her dark red hair fell in two straight curtains on either side of her face, obscuring her features. Through the hair large rage-red lips could be seen, she didn't wear makeup, her full lips were naturally that shade of blood red.She wore a large black hoody over her school uniform, the hoody almost completely enveloped her small form. It had holes for her thumbs and the cuffs were ringed around with staples and different sized studs. She also wore thick soled black leather boots that clicked when she walked because a small nail was embedded in the heel of one of them. The girl was a fifth year, and her name was Ariadne Kaisarov. More commonly known as: 'that girl.' ---So: name your poison and name your card game cause my name is the alchohol and I am your poison That girl, with the long red hair. That girl, who always dressed in dark clothes. That girl, who turned down some of the most attractive guys in the school. That girl, who had also turned down the death eaters. That girl, who never talked. That girl, who everyone thought was crazy. That girl, who had been bad enough to be kicked out of Durmstrang, a school famous for its focus on the Dark Arts. Whispers followed Ariadne everywhere, but she didn't mind. If these pathetic people had nothing better to occupy their time with then it was fine by her. so you think you can handle the rush, the adrenaline that goes with my game Ariadne stalked through a crowd of people to reach her house table, it was nearly full and she dropped herself into a seat next to a guy with dark hair that she had never talked to. Of course that wasn't saying much, Ari didn't talk to anyone if she could help it. A thin third year girl with brown hair and blue eyes stared anabashedly at the russian, obviously the girl believed all the rumors about Ariadne. The fifth year's cold stone grey eyes fixed themselves to the girl's blue ones, her sculpted lips formed a perfect line. The girl held her ground ofr a second then turned her face from that emotionless mask, one fo the girl's friends called her down the table. A squeal could be heard a moment later, "She is so creepy!" A wry smile twisted Ariadne's lips. ---Cause: my name is heroin i'm your shame so light up and stab the needle cause i'm your addiction just waiting to reach out to you The russian witch ladled a small ammount of porridge into her bowl and stared at the lumpy breakfast dish with a look of resignation. Stupid british foods. With a slight sigh she nibbled at her food, not tasting it, as she surveyed the people around her. The boy next to her had gotten an owl and was reading a letter, a picture came next, of a pretty blonde girl in odd looking clothes. Ariadne turned her attention from the picture to the boy. He looked older than her, perhaps a sixth year, and his skin was almost unnaturally pale. Ari's skin was pale too, she never tanned because of the russian blood in her, and she burned constantly. His eyes were a bright luminous green, like the scales of the serpent mascot of Slytherin house. The witch turned her gaze back to her almost uneaten meal, but looked at the boy out from underneath her thick dark eyelashes. There was something odd about him. Something off. But then, there was something odd about Ariadne as well. my name is gunfire my name is heroin and i am the alchohol i am your poison
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 31, 2007 12:23:17 GMT -5
with hands held high into a sky so blue and the ocean opens up to swallow you ______________________________
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x
The letter seemed to fall back into his hands so quickly even he didn't notice, his eyes fell on the threat. He hadn't met a person who could read Russian and he'd met almost all of the school. He turned himself around grey eyes, now reflecting the hazel-brown colour of the table as well as the white sky and the green tie, caught the red haired girl slightly in the eye but fell down the table where Peeves had dropped an inkpot on someone. Usually he would have laughed although today he felt somewhat violated by the fact his sister would do that. He sighed and placed the note on the table in a scewed fashion so it was almost upside down to him and poured himself some water, which of course he wasn't going to drink as he'd find an excuse not to. The pictures where still in his hands as he leafed through them it sent a shiver down his spine, she seemed so happy in these but her eyes where cold. It was muggle camera work as so they wern't moving, Zack had refused to let the world of Enkeel be submitted to the cruel and painful world of magic. He himself would have been long gone if it wasn't for the fact he needed more knowledge before stepping out; Afterall there where people out there who would murder him if they could.
The last picture startled him a little. There was a man who looked mediteranean and probably born on the island with tanned skin and wearing only white linen over his bottom half. He turned it over and frowned with an inhuman sense about it. This is Louis my husband. I would have told you about him but I refuse to let you know anything. I'm also pregnant, what a great uncle you'll be... The kid will never heard from you or see you but will here me weeping that you're the only thing I have left that I remember! He slammed his fist into the table so hard the hall seemed to silence for a moment, the noise echoed in his ears as he withdrew it and saw the small cut heal within a few seconds. Zack's eyes closed momenterily as he hand released the photos onto his plate and took a scrap of partchment oout of the back of his history of magic book scribbelling two words; Bitch - Zack. He watched a vacent owl fly down, actually the same one who delivered the mail and shoved it at it with such a force it fell and was dazed for a few moments before flying up and leaving.
His body turned with such anger, such a force he could have ripped it clean apart if it wasn't that he didn't want anyone to know. If anyone did he'd surley be something of a joke, someone would touch a raw nerve and he'd kill them and be expelled and then without ideal deffense be murdered by someone outside. Atleast in his family home his brother was there, even though all he did was study a red leather book. Yet Armand was strong, yet a little out of the world, but strong. Yet his letter he got from his mother had something about Armand in it yet all of his energy would have gone into translating the lengthy dutch. He really had to teach his mother English, it would make life much easier. He elbows had found a place on both of his legs and his hands fell onto his face darkenning the room. Yet his keen hearing heard everything the mutters, the calls of owls, the laughs, the cries, the coughs and even some weak thoughts and memories. He couldn't take it anymore, his family were driving him insane.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Aug 31, 2007 14:42:12 GMT -5
Ariadne threw down her spoon in disgust. Screw it. All of it, every single bit. The Russian was about to get up when an angry fist slammed into the table about two inches from her own hand. She didn't flinch, but her eyebrows lifted slightly and she turned to regard that dark haired boy she sat next to. It was obvious he was upset, waves of anger literally rolled off of him and his eyes glittered as though he wished nothing more than to kill something. Then Ariadne noticed the discarded letter written in odd characters....wait a second. Her grey-blue eyes were drawn to the bottom of the letter, that was Russian. One word in particular caught her eye. Nosferatu. That meant vampire.....what? Intrigued she read the Russian part of the letter while the boy gave an owl a letter.
With her usual cold aplomb Ariadne surveyed Zach, taking in everything and piecing it to what little of the letter she could understand. Everything she ever learned or heard about vampires she compared to the boy next to her. The pale pale skin, the odd demeanor, those dark circles under his eyes. Was he allergic to garlic? Probably not, it seemed laughable that an undead creature could be repelled by a fruit*. For the first time in probably about a year her curiosity was aroused by this strange person sitting beside her, she'd never met anyone like him. Of course, they said Frae was a half-vampire, and there was probably a were-wolf or two running around the school, but this was the first time she had been so close. Of course it was possible this was just a joke...but not very likely. Acting on impulse, something she hadn't done since she was in Durmstrang(and look where that had gotten her), she reached out and touched Zachary on the shoulder, a comforting kind of touch, but hesitant.
"Family problems?" she murmered in flawless Russian, regarding him with a fairly blank face, only a trace of curiosity playing around her features.
*yes actually garlic is a fruit (I researched this ha-ha!)
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 31, 2007 15:01:32 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x He jumped as the warm touch, his eyes darting to her humanly pale skin the blue veins so perfect beneath her skin as he ran his eyes up to her heart. The beautiful song of the heart, the thudding was audible but only lightly and her voice seemed to break the spell something not many could do. He eventually stopped looking at her chest, probably looking like some jerk already, and listening to her heart rythm but to her blue eyes. It wasn't English but he got every word of it. A freequent worry flashed over him and he leapt up knocking over the palte he'd so easily disguised as if he had eaten and fell back against the wall before walking forward. "You know! No No you can't..." His face said it all, confusion, anger a little dumbfounded and somehow entranced by her. She seemed more interested than frightened which wasn't what he expected. He pushed back from the wal and nervously laughed before everyone turned back, well those that had looked anyway, to breakfast.
His white hand stretched through his hair which a lot of people had critisised for looking 'potter-ish'. Those people ran when they saw him now. He didn't put up with anything of that sort and so his eyes had calmed to look back at the girl. She was Russian, an idiot could have figured that out, expelled from Dumstrang and a little kept to herself. He found all of that out by just looking somewhat a little frightening to those who didn't know how he did it. But her name was so silenced he couldn't get anything from her, she'd seemed to learn to block the things she didn't was anyone to know or he was in too much shock to try hard enough. "Tell anyone and..." His Russian was weak and with a poor accent but from his mother being a little changey when she was speaking he'd picked up enough of it on his way. A sharp nailed finger rose to his throat as he made a slicing action across it and then dropped his hand limply like a dead hand should.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 1, 2007 8:28:45 GMT -5
cause, my name is gunfire
The girl's hand dropped from Zachary's shoulder as he turned on her. For a moment her lip curled slightly as she saw him staring at her fairly ample chest, reflexively she drew her hoodie around her, the black cloth enveloping her and hiding her curves. Men. When the vampire finally moved his gaze she was struck by how deep his eyes were, most boys' eyes were flat and hard with lust or disintrest, never any inbetween. But this sixth year gazed at her with the intensity of someone who had been through just as much and probably more than her, who knew there were other things to life than the meager school worries that most people had. As Zachary sprang up all skeptisism was driven from Aria's mind. It was true, he was a vampire, and she knew, and he was worried.
All this flitted through her mind without registering on her face, still a mask of bland curiosity as she watched him panic-stricken back up against the wall. It's almost like he's afraid of me... she marveled. Just as the shocked expression on his face was getting old a wave of calm seemed to envelope Zach. He came closer to her, staring her straight in the eyes. "Tell anyone and..." at this Ariadne smiled a bit, a skeptical eyebrow raised.
"Your accent is atrocious you know." she informed him coldly, "And you also know that if you did, you'd be rounded up by the Ministry before you could blink for being a threat to society. I doubt you or-" Her gaze flickered to the pictures and the letter, "Or her, would like that." All this was said in a quiet cool voice and in perfect clear Russian. "Now, she said politely gesturing to the seat beside her, "Why don't you sit down like a civilised person. Or can you not do that?" Ariadne smiled a little wider her full lips not parted, but it was something. She knew she had him, what could he say to that? Even a vampire isn't invincible.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 1, 2007 8:44:52 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Zack's eyebrows knit together in a light frown before his face turned back to the perfectly smooth mask and sat lightly back where he'd come from still not blinking at all and staring right at the red haired girl. Eventually he turned his head away and with it his eyes fell to the floor, she had a power about her but also a sadness but why would he care she was someone he'd just met. She also thought him a jerk and he could tell why else would she pull the hoodie around herself? He wasn't looking at her like that she had a strong heart beat and to someone who craved human blood that was something hypnotizing in it's own right. Yet her words, now just sinking in, sent a small wave of a smile to the corners of his mouth, eyes narrowed but his body turned back toward her. "Well I'm actually Dutch so I wonder why! Totally different language and it's quite difficult as well as having to remember Egyptian, English, French, Greek..." His accent was a little better yet he used english for the language names. That was it she'd made him smile in her own little way. His shoulders lifted in a small shrug and his body tipped forward. "Well your smart if not a little rude... Exactly why someone knowing would be entirley the thing I would need."
He lifted something in his hand and stared at the underside of his wrist where he could no longer see the rats' blood flowing through the veins and then back to Ariadne. Although pale she had a lot of blood and that made him a little uncomfotable. One of these days he wouldn't be able to use such good controll and would just go for it. He could see any flesh apart from her face and the skin was thicker there and the veins not so close to the surface and so he stopped tensing up a great amount. Blinking for only the second time since she'd spoken up he dropped whatever was in his hand and rubbed the back of his neck lightly before faking a yawn and narrowing his eyes once more. "I'm civilized in my own way... I'm Zack and you are someone who is hard to know a lot about. Usually I just have to look at someone before they give their name, past or anything they are thinking striahgt out but your a tough one. For a guess I'll say your Russian, ex-Dumstrang student and your name starts with an A?" His little game, guessing. The fact was it wasn't much fun to bet anymore because he knew the answer from someone he would here. He could tell if someone was lying and sometimes here things that were a little disturbing and so he'd tried to get rid of them.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 1, 2007 9:40:46 GMT -5
As Zach sat down Ariadne held her ground, returning his stare defiantly until he looked away. She had won and she knew it, but it felt strange to suddenly be talking to someone, let alone someone who moments before had threatened to kill her. Dutch hm? Well, there wasn't too much of a difference between the inflections; Dutch, Russian, and German were all very similar languages. Her smile fell to be replaced by a thoughtful grimace, "Krijg het juiste vloek u.*" she quipped trying to get the oe sound right. Ariadne didn't know Egyptian, or Greek, but the mix of nationalities at durmstrang had taught her a few words in some of the languages. Mostly swear words and insults.
"Of course I'm rude." she said loftily, "I don't worry about anyone being offended so I speak my mind." As he gazed at his wrist she was fascinated by the way the veins were almost completely transparant. She had a sudden strange urge to touch his wrist, to see if he was actually made of flesh if not blood. A flush creeped up to her cheeks turning them a light rose color, standing out brilliantly against her smooth pale skin. Trying unsuccessfuly to get rid of the blush, Merlin only knew how it would make Zachary react. It began to creep down, not fast enough for Aria's tastes but at least it was going away.
"I was born in Michurinsk, Russia." she said nodding, "And I was expelled from Durmstrang in my fourth year. My name is Ariadne Kaisarov. Aria's mother's name was Lorelei, and Lorelei had dutifully continued the family practice of naming girls after Greek myths. Ariadne didn't really like the story about her namesake, she thought it too sad and the woman too weak. Ariadne was the daughter of a great king and fell in love with the hero Theseus. He promised to take her back to his homeland and wed her if she told him how to slay the Minotaur and survive the maze. She told him and he got the glory for slaying the beast, then sailed away, leaving the poor girl alone. Though she hated the story, Aria sympathized with the woman from the story, but unlike her, the witch vowed to make herself stronger.
<<ugh, I'm losing it Devvie.
*get it right damn you
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 1, 2007 10:01:27 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x He laughed subtely and leant back thinking there was something behind him but somehow he sat as if there was with a smile on his smooth mask like face. His hands seemed to rest in awkward possitions on his legs which would have been painful if not entirley impossible for mortals. His head seemed to bob with a delicate nod as his hand reached out so quickly it looked like it extended to a strange length for another piece of toast and bashed it on a new plate before tossing the toast aside and sighing. "Show off!" That he babbled in a light Dutch perfectly accurite and with humanly face gestures. His hands fell together like a steeple on the table and his eyes dropped to the wood watching the lines. "I am a total genius am I not? Nice name by the way I'm the one stuck with a normal name in my family; Akasha, Enkil, Armand and Helody then theres me Zachary... Maybe they ran out of exciting names." He chuckled to himself before licking his lips lightly. The thirst was getting to him and he was a little light headed and tired. He looked at Aria and smiled breifly before standing and leaning his hand against the table.
He wanted to knolw her more, something about her was more intresting than anything in the world and actually she seemed intrested in what he was. Shruggingly again, his habbit for this term it seemed, he parted his mouth just lightly to show the partially sharper teeth than an average human. "Come on I need my breakfast now and wouldn't it be nice for a walk?" As he started walking he looked back at the red hair and smiled to himself lightly before getting another warning from the teacher but simply let it wash over him. He liked the fact they thought him rebellious when simply he was a forgetful, easily angered vampire who would do nothing more than wear his robes when it was sunny outside. He took out his wand and mumbled accio robes and they came zooming into his arm like a victorian style gent. He waited at the doors to see if she'd come.
-we can stay on this thread-
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 1, 2007 10:48:59 GMT -5
cause my name is the alcohol i am your poison
Ariadne's clear grey-blue eyes followed Zach's every move, the odd posture, the faster than possible movements, and the grace with which he accomplished each of these feats. His hair looked almost deliberately messy and complimented his bright eyes perfectly. The vampire was really quite attractive, if not for the fact he was undead. And, Aria reminded herself stubbornly, if not for the fact that all men mortal or otherwise, are pigs and liars. But, she admitted, he was fascinating. As his lips parted she saw his pointed canines, "I need to get a pair of those." she said. She crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip in a pouting expression, after a few moments though she remembered she was Ariadne and was supposed to be morose and foreboding. The Russian quickly rectified her mistake as she stood with Zachary.
A walk? Did he really think she was that stupid? She wasn't about to go outside with no one around except a vampire who was obviously thirsty. He couldn't possibly have been drinking human blood, deaths would have been plastered all over the Daily Prophet. Her eyes raked his back suspiciously, Aria bet he was hungry for something a little more filling. But then again...when would you ever get a chance to walk with someone that interesting again? Cursing her curiosity with every Russian and German swear word she could remember-which were a lot-she began to follow the boy out of the Great Hall. She reflexively drew her black hoodie around her and clutched her elbows, her waist length red hair covering her face, boots clicking on the tiled floor. One hand brushed her yew wand.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 1, 2007 11:32:01 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x His brisk mind had totally forgotten his shoes where still around his neck and so had to catch them as he turned so quickly they sped off one shoulder and over the other almost colliding with his head. Slipping them on and tieing them loosley he saw she was coming, what so she thought he was doing it just so he could drink her? Man some people took the whol vampire thing too faery-tale like. This stakes throught the heart, no image in a mirror, chopping heads of thing was a lie including the turn into smoke and come through the keyhole and bats. No they didn't turn into bats but Zack wouldn't want to. Vampires were mad over a long process not just one simple bite and them you have fangs as long a a basilisk. No. Your teeth grew sharper and that was it and they were hard, always sayed white (unless coered with blood) and sharp, very sharp. "Oh don't worry I won't harm your pretty little neck, and the fangs seriously are more trouble than they are worth rip your toung in half if your not careful."
He pushed open the doors and smiled. Yes it was cold but it wasn't cold enough to compete with his skin and it was light but not sunny. The sky was perfectly covered in white and it had snowed breifly last night on the mountain tops. His eyes narrowed before he sprung to his right and caught quite a large rat. "Dreadfully easy to catch, good trick if you can't get good enough blood but theres goes cold so quickly quite vile actually I don't recomend them." It wriggled helplessly in his hands before he took it's small head in his index finger and thumb and broke it's neck with so much ease. His eyes darted back at Aria, who he thought had been quite slow but that was because he was too fast anyway, before he brought the hairy mammal to his lips but then took it back down. "You better not be squeamish..." His teth ripped into it's neck as the small thump of the heart was gone within moments it was less than satisfying yet he'd trained himself. Drink rats blood until you go home then you can feast on beggars and robbers until your heart can't hold anymore. He distastefully threw the rat into the bushes and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. A sour look was on his face as he sighed and then looked back to the Russian. "Now we can walk..."
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 1, 2007 11:58:15 GMT -5
As she traipsed along behind the vampire she reflected on how he seemed to be able to read her mind, that so wasn't right. Ariadne felt seriously exposed by this invasion of her privacy. Her mind was her sanctuary, where unwelcome thoughts came and were shoved to the back of her head, so many things unsaid were quarentined inside her head and she resented that blockade being penetrated. Up ahead Zachary had stopped his unusually fast pace, while she worked to catch up to him she began erecting barriers around her mind like her father had shown her. Aria defiantly stuck her tongue out, it was pierced, "I'm use to having my tongue ripped open."
The Russian witch watched in a kind of horrid fascination as the vampire drained the vermin of it's lifeblood. "I'll take your word for it," she assured him, "Good thing the plague's gone hm?" Her eyebrow raised for only about the fifth time that morning; for a split second Ariadne wondered if she should have obeyed her impulse and not gotten up out of bed. "Do you have to drink fresh blood?" she asked him curiously, looking at the gory remains of Zachary's breakfast.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 1, 2007 12:25:56 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Zacks eyes looked to her tongue and his head nodded lightly, he would comment but usually his comments were utter rubbish, sounded stupid or were better off not said. His hands, although still reasonably clean, were wiped on his trousers and his tongue ran over his blood stained lips and teeth. His skin had become slightly pinker although it wouldn't last long, at the begining of the school year he tried to keep pink all the time with a rat after each lesson but it was a little difficult sometimes then he found out it didn't matter and so let his colour fade. The stone stairs were railed with a beautiful wall which was also pretty good for sitting on, leaning on or star gazing on. "I can't catch diseases, no death by illness, injury or natural old age. Oh and yes that means the Avada Kadavra curse although apparently you shrivell up and will go to 'sleep' mode for about 100 years so it's almost as bad I suppose or worse." He sighed lightly and then began down the steps in a brisk run which was human speed so the Russian could keep up.
Her question was one he always enjoyed, she reminded him of Helody. After his note the first thing she asked was 'So you have to drink blood? Living blood?' Zacks head nodded again his eyes resting on some movement behind Aria and then to her face. "Yes, well blood of the living. If you drink too long you'll drink yourself into death with the victim or if you drink the blood of the dead you will... Well I don't know but I got told not to and I'm not going to. But the ecstasy of drinking human blood is quite undiscribable. You can hear the heart and the burning in your throat but at the same time intimacy. Quite strange..." He seemed to jump off the last step into a flip and then a cartwheel with the flexibility of an acrobat and the strength of inhuman minds in his limbs. He stood hands on his hips with a small quirky smile on his lips and with the get back to showing off. Apparently vampires could immitate anything. They watched someone play and instrument they would be able to copy and be as flawless as if they knew how to play it. They could hear music and play it without the knowledge of really how to. Quite simply unnatural but wonderous.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 1, 2007 21:04:39 GMT -5
Not today That's too much guilt to pay
Ariadne was proud of her peirced tongue, she had done it herself. It was purple, her favorite color, and had a purple dice (die?) on the end that showed. The Russian had done it in her third year, and had planned to get her lip and nose peirced as well but it had never gotten that far. A lip ring was going to be her birthday present for herself, her parents would probably flip the same way they did when they saw the tongue peircing, but she really didn't care. Aria nodded, being immune to everything would be kind of cool she throught, although if you wanted to kill yourself it might get in the way a bit.
"Well then I guess that rules out blood banks, mh?" she murmured softly, partially to herself and partially to Zach. The Russian witch had gotten into the habit of talking to herself, when she was home she talked to a stained glass peice she called Fey.* Ariadne fell into an easy sprint to keep up with the vampire, her school uniform skirt was slightly uncomfortable and she knew it showed more of her thighs than she was comfortable with. But, that was what her oversized black hoodie was for, it came down actually lower than her skirt and looked enough like school robes that she wasn't bothered by teachers.
The way Zachary described drinking human blood sounded like the feeling of the Imperius Curse, not exactly, but similar enough. A slight shiver ran through Aria, partially because of how creepy it was, and partially because she actually found it interesting and that was more disturbing than the vampire himself. His newly flushed skin looked positively human, more so than the true human running beside him. "Show off!" she accused as he did an impossible routine that would have left the most accomplished gymnast in a pretzel. Ariadne crossed her arms and pouted prettily, glaring at Zack as if she were disgusted with him, "You're almost as bad as Lazar**." Then she smirked and exhibited her tongue ring again.
Sickened in the sun You dare tell me you love me
*Ariadne is so much like me ^^ I do have a stained glass of a woman all in grey except for her hair and nails. And I do talk to it when I'm home. I have a hoodie just like hers too. I just wish I was half as pretty.
** Lazar Rostislav was her ex-boyfriend....and if she could she would probably kill him.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 2, 2007 6:09:27 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x His fingers closed harshly around his own wrist for no reason at all as he turned her quiet words hit his sensitive hearing. "Rules them out oh so completley m'dear, wouldn't be as fun either might I add. It's the whole secrecy of the killing and with only a drop of our own blood on the wound, wherever it may be usually on the wrist or neck, will make it vannish completley. We would never be suspected..." His black shoes, atleast for a son of a billionare, were shabby and broken. The soles of the shoes where so thin he could feel stones underneath them and they hadn't been polished for quite some time howeve rhe really couldn't care. There was no real point anymore, actually there was but he just didn't find fashion exactly to his taste, although he'd put his converses on tomorrow or maybe his other shoes? "Show off? Me... Never, just highly capible of inhuman things. Oh and I apologise for in the hall with my eyes I assure you I wasn't doing what you think I was. You have a strong heart and that is all I will say."
Zack lifted off into another cartwheel and landed without a sound as he sprung off both of his hands and back to the ground with something that should have atleast made a small thud. Drawing the robes over his arms as the sun began to peer through some of the clouds he sighed and then frowned lightly. "I feel pity for this Lazar chap because if he is like me I'd have to murder him for being me!" A small chuckle fell out of his lips as he began to walk very slowly with a long strided masculinity about it. He held his head moderitly high although that would confuse anyone because he was not proud of confident in that quantity, his shoulders back made him look willing and headstrong perhaps that was true he wouldn't know. "You seem intrested I thought you would run a mile..." His whisper was little audible perhaps to himself he didn't know anmore what he did. It was just a simple way of communicating, words that was, sometimes they where useless although he wasn't exactly going to be able to have a convosation with her brain was he?
-can you tell all I could think of was shoes? urrr crap post sorry-
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