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[rosalind dillon']

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j220/AJ7070/rosalind/session012-12_zpsfad44ec3.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] If you could only see the beast you've made of me Her fingertips trailed gently along the edge of the wall, following each indent, as Rosalind walked silently through the dimly lit corridors. Her bare feet, created hardly more than a patter as they came into contact with the cool, hard floor. The mere patter of footsteps, though, sounded loud in the otherwise silent corridor. Her hair fell in dark waves, cascading over her shoulders complimenting the pale frame of her face. Her eyes were intent on the pathway, as she sought to avoid any singular lifeform. Her lips were tight, though formed in a manner which may have resembled a smile. The silence was comforting, something she had been able to procure in the common room. It seemed that no matter the hour of the day, the room was crowded with boisterous students, causing some ruckus, the noise nothing less than a cacophony. Rosalind found in at immediate relief to be roaming the halls unbidden without a soul to disrupt her from her peace. It had been a long time since she had sought company as a virtue,it was something she would rather keep distanced. Rosalind didn't like the questioning and the judgment attached, she much preferred being left to her own will and being unbothered. What she did was her business and as far as she was concerned no one else needed to bother with it. Her family had been more hassle than they were worth. A father barely known, had given her permanent damage. She could not think of one instance where people had gained her anything. Everything she had in life, she had because she had made it so. People weren't worth the trouble they had caused and Rosalind didn't need anymore trouble in her life. She'd had enough. In response to a sound further in the distance, her head flicked in immediate reaction. The soft glow of wand light was cast from an adjacent corridor, a shadow hovering in the light. Sighing her hand fell from the wall, and she curled her fingers slightly around the hem of her black shorts, as her eyes searched an escape. Shaking her hair from her face, she scoped out an old doorway, hr feet nimble as she made her way to the entrance. She pried the door open carefully, as quietly as possible before the light could wash over the opened corridor. Leaning her head back against the door, she shut it gently sighing at what she thought to be a flicker of a shadow. She kept her lips tight and body still as she waited for the footsteps to pass, her eyes pondering on the small room. When the corridor had once more fallen to silence she gazed curiously at the one item of furniture which occupied the room. It seemed odd, that such a room would house nothing more than a single mirror, centered perfectly as if to draw attention. Which she had to admit, it did so successfully. Pushing her hair back behind an ear, she stepped forward her gaze cautious as she reached out to touch the faded, worn frame. It really was beautiful, but it's placement puzzled her. Why keep something like this hidden away? Her eyes fell from the frame, peering into the mirrored glass, she was met with her own reflection. Nothing about her was out of the ordinary, but she grimaced as she looked to the shoulder where she knew she would see the tip of the scar. The scar her father had left so many years ago. Her eyes widened when she looked to the shoulder, and the scar was no where in sight. Confused she lifted her hand to her shoulder, she could still feel the slight uprise of skin. In the mirror she fingered the skin. She could not see it, but still she could feel it. What was this? Glancing back to the mirror she was surprised to see someone beside her. A handsome man, possibly in his forties, a strong jawline and deep blue eyes. His hand lay across his shoulder and beside him stood the small frame of her mother. Biting her lip, Rosalind turned around, unsure how to react. The room was empty. What in the name of Merlin... she whispered beneath her breath, her voice slightly agitated yet configuring a bit of longing. Shaking her head, she sighed, she didn't want them and the harm they had caused her. This mirror was playing tricks on her mind. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[tinley labonte]

ignore! i had to repost my reply again since it didn't count my post the first time :/

[tinley labonte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] face the throne with starry eyes ... Hate was such as strong word but it was the only one to describe what she was feeling. Tinley, a girl that tried to be fairly optimistic and happy, was feeling a rage like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her mother, a heartless woman, had woken up many feelings and thoughts she'd put to rest long ago. Enough time had passed in which she was finally able to tolerate being in the same room with her but all that had gone to utter hell the moment she'd sent off her letter. The contents were not the problem of course, just the tone in which they had been delivered. Rather than out of love her, mother had felt it was an obligation to check up on her youngest daughter. The mark of good parenting. At least that's what she'd written. The whole matter was trivial but still, damn the woman. Scoffing she stomped from her room muttering under her breath, through the emptying common room, and turned into the dark corridors. Her evening patrolling would momentarily put a hold on her brooding, a distraction she was looking forward to. Many students were out and about that night their wands not lit so as to not get busted. Too bad they weren't keen on staying quiet. It was her duty as a Prefect, no matter what sort of mood she was in, to take hold of the situation. "Back to bed you lot." she commanded a few students goofing off by some window. She watched as they scampered into the common room, looking away only when she heard their voices fade away. There was no way they'd gone to bed but at least they weren't clogging up the halls. "Lumos." she whispered, her wand shining brightly, illuminating the entire corridor. Turning around she caught a young couple having a jolly time against the wall. "Oi. Divide and separate you two. This isn't the place to be doing that." The girl flicked her hair back into place, sniffed the air while and pranced back into the common while boy stood there, eyeing her and sweating way more than he'd been moments before. Hand on her hip she eyed him back, "I don't want to take points away so I suggest you get moving." she told him, shooing him until he finally bolted down the hall beating himself on the head. "Disgusting." she muttered. It was one thing to be overly affectionate but another to...Nope. She wasn't going even go there. Rolling her shoulders back Tinley raised her wand higher, allowing more light to completely flood the corridor. The place remained empty for quite a while so she didn't have much trouble keeping things in check. Most students were in bed by the time she reached her second to last floor. That or they'd figured she was on the prowl. Just as she was about to leave her current spot, something caught her eye. A slight shuffle and the soft pitter-patter of shoes got her Prefect senses a-tingling. She followed the sound of footsteps all the way until she reached a very familiar door. Sighing, she turned the knob and entered. Many times had she'd found students here, and not always when she was doing her duties. Tinley herself had found the Mirror to be a rather tantalizing invention both pleasant and dangerous. Her heart had been comforted but never for long for she knew what tricks it played, how deceitful it was. It showed her something that she wanted but apparently would have to live without. It was both destruction and prosperity for the mind. The need to comfort a student or two had also been something she'd done many times. "I'm getting all morbid now and this scenery is not helping." Tinley told herself, making sure to keep her wand high and bright. It didn't take her long to find yet another student inside the room. With a knowing shake of her head, she looked at the student, now visible since they'd been distracted by the object in front of them. A girl, not much older then her, was standing there with a confused look on her face. "It's the Mirror of Erised." Tinley said suddenly, tucking her wand away and feeling very yoda-esque as she walked over. Fighting the urge to tap her fingertips together she went on. "Something to be admired and feared...when students are allowed to roam the castle." Oh, she was doing well. "I'm sure you've sort of figured out how this thing works but whatever you haven't can wait until a more appropriate time." Signed, sealed, delivered. Boom.

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when fear is king
and despair is a tyrant

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[rosalind dillon']

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j220/AJ7070/rosalind/session012-12_zpsfad44ec3.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] If you could only see the beast you've made of me Dark eyes narrowed at the raven haired girl reflected back at her. Rosalind’s hand rest languidly across her hip, just the same as the girl’s in the reflection, but she knew without a doubt that the girl in the mirror was not her – not truly. The image displayed before her was deceitful yet she dare not pull her eyes away from it, lest the image should dissipate before she got the chance to understand why it was reflected back at her. Rosalind couldn’t determine whether she was sickened by the image or if there were something deeper lining her mentality, either way she couldn’t pull her icy stare from the image which looked as though it had been stolen from the earliest moments in her history. The scar which now distorted her skin was gone and her only redeeming factor. Her skin was pale and her features sickly, her dark raven locks matted I sweat clung desperately to her face. Even her skin clung directly to bone, a far less sightly image of the raven haired beauty which stood before the mirror now. That girl, the one who was reflected back at her, had been so desperate for life – for another chance. The thought brought to life a cruel, empty laugh which settled into the room – echoing into the darkest corners. If only she could see herself now. This hadn’t been her idea of a second chance. Human cruelties had left her empty years ago – far too many to count. She would have never thought it possible, but her hatred had only grown. She’d never accepted the life she’d been given, but she’d taken the role on quite suitably. Her eyes finally broke contact with the image when a voice harsh in tone met her ears, followed by soft footsteps. Rosalind had no intentions of leaving her space before the mirror, but she wasn’t surprised to see the girl turn into the doorway – having heard her long before she’d seen her. Her hair shone a bright golden blonde, a contrast as stark as night and day if one were to compare the two girls standing there in the room. Rosalind stood, back against the mirror, arms crossed coolly over her chest, as her eyes met the girls from across the room – daring her to take a step closer. “Then I don’t see why don’t us both a favor and remove yourself” Rosalind state icily, taking a step forward and cocking her head slightly at the girl. She found herself wincing, the light from the wand distinctly bright, and much more than she needed to comfortably traverse the room. The distaste in the girl features seemed clear enough and Rosalind found herself sighing as she again opened her mouth to speak. Rosalind had rather hoped she’d do just as she had suggested and remove herself from the room. It was much more comfortable without her presence. Thank you for the history lesson, but it seems as though you could have spared us both the time. She said haughtily, not bothering to discern the message in the girls words. She was no different than the rest, caught up in her superiority. Smiling faintly, Rosalind wondered if she’d mid being prey to a midnight snack. This time is as appropriate as any. She said stiffly, not moving a muscle as the girl approached her. You’re not likely to get me to serve your best interests. So you may as well be on your way. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[tinley labonte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] face the throne with starry eyes ... Grinning, Tinley shook her head. "Well, first we can do without the attitude." She understood, she was invading some type moment here but the truth of the matter was she was student out of bed. Therefore Tinley was entitled to her job. "Second, I do believe it is you that would find leaving the current area rather helpful. You are, technically, not supposed to be here regardless of your reasons." Shrugging once she took a few steps towards the girl unforgiving as the light shone ever brighter. It had occurred to her as she stood in the doorway, that this girl was unlike her. Not only was she darker hair color and personality it seemed, but that she was unmistakably a vampire. There were many things that scared Tinley: the dark, being alone, heights and they were all normal things to be frightened of but one thing she'd never be afraid of was other beings, human or not. Whether they threatened her by words or, in this case, by menacing gaze she didn't falter for a second. "Oh I don't know," she said, nearing the girl still, "you seem so keen on wasting time that I figured we could all do with, as you say, a history lesson." Leaning against the wall, she watched as the girl stared at her intently, blue into green. "I'm asking for nothing in regards to my best interests. Only for you to vacate the area and save yourself not only a heap of trouble but points from your house. This request is in your best interest." It seemed that not only was the girl insisting her attitude, but she didn't seem to be intending to leave at any time. "Fine," she said after many silent minutes passed between them, "as long as you are out of bed then I will join you. My rounds are done, save for you, so I've got the time to spare." She took a seat near the only window in the room, her wand trained on the girl across from her. "Perhaps," she stated her eyebrows perking up and her head titling to the side, "We may even make it to morning at this rate." Grinning once more, she crossed her legs, back straight and gaze unwavering. "This is all up to you."

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when fear is king
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[rosalind dillon']

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j220/AJ7070/rosalind/session012-12_zpsfad44ec3.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] If you could only see the beast you've made of me Emitting a soft sigh, Rosalind settled herself against the wall, resigning herself to complacency. She turned her eyes to the ceiling, barely paying the girl any notice as she spoke. She found it rather amusing that these humans, human children for that matter, thought they ruled with such authority. She doubted there was much this slight blonde could do. Rosalind laughed softly as the girl commented on her attitude, already finding herself disconcerted with the stranger’s behavior. I don’t think there is much you can do to stop me. Rosalind spoke coolly, her eyes moving from the ceiling to the girl, who was shrouded in the light of her wand. She was a slight little thing, she wasn’t in the mood, but she was sure she could turn the girl into an easy midnight treat. Regardless of what authority you think you have, or do have for that matter, I don’t often heed to the demands of children. These rules were set in place to guard children and keep them safe. What this girl didn’t seem to realize is that Rosalind didn’t need protecting – if anything she should be out protecting others for the likes of her. It seemed she was keen on asserting her authority and had no interest in backing down – despite Rosalind’s notions that she should leave her be. I’ve not a moment to waste as I’ve an eternity of it. She offered simply, taking the moment to stand and in turn take a few paces towards the girl. You dear, on the other hand only have limited time on this earth. So waste your time with boring history lessons as you will. As with all things I will forget them in time. And she would. Countless lifetimes had passed her by, names and faces, wars and treaties and like all things they faded away with time. This girl was a nuisance, but she was by no means creating an impact. I’ve nothing in way of my best interests. I don’t care about your idle house points, or what trouble you may cause me, because I guarantee you I have suffered much worse and will continue to. So take away points as you will. It won’t cause me any heartache. Nothing did, not any more. It had been a long time since Rosalind had felt something – she’d become indifferent. Time had aged her and she no longer cared for people, she’d stopped caring for people a long time ago. The silence loomed between them, the girl standing still in the center of the room. Rosalind couldn’t help but to laugh when she finally convinced herself that she had time to spare, realizing that Rosalind indeed had no intention of vacating the premise. Well then please make yourself at home. She said coolly, gesturing to the windowsill, the girl having settled herself there. I do hope you’re wide awake, because you’ve a long night ahead of you. Usually she wouldn’t stand for such an invasion, but the girl was creating her own misery. I’ve all the time in the world. She said softly. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[HYO JOON NAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] HEAR MY SILENT PRAYER HEED MY QUIET CALL WHEN THE DARK AND BLUE SURROUND YOU step into my sigh look inside the light YOU WILL KNOW THAT I HAVE FOUND YOU Nights shifts. He had never really been bothered about staying awake late at night even as a muggle. Rather it was the mornings that disturbed him and no matter what amount of sleep he got he would still feel quite tired if he had to wake up before 10am. During the nights he would always find himself feeling quite energetic even if during the day and evening he would have felt tired. Guess he really was a night owl. As a vampire he didn’t necessary even need sleep, but he still did do so as he found dreams quite fascinating; he had always had quite vivid imagination. At least in dreams he rarely really was a vampire, but the same human boy he had been half a year back. Sure he had seen a few scary dreams where he would remain the same through many years, but all of his friends would grow older as well as his parents and grandparents and other relatives. Those really weren’t pleasant dreams at all. They freaked him out. He would not be able to sleep in days, worried that the dream would occur again and continue from where it left; being at his friend’s funeral or watching then lie on a hospital bed, grey haired and wrinkled, not anymore remembering who they even are anymore. Such things really scared him. After taking a shower and getting dressed up he was all ready and set to go, but where should he begin? He checked the Cossu common room first of course, noticing only a few students there and said they could stay there for a couple of more hours before going to bed, but that they weren’t allowed to leave anywhere anymore. But after leaving the common room behind… where to next? Darn. He was actually feeling quite hungry, but not for blood though; there were still times when he really yearned for normal human food like pizza or even fruits. Hyo Joon licked his lips slightly before heading towards the kitchen while looking around the corridors as well like he was taking his duties extremely seriously. Finally he reached the kitchens, but noticed the picture had already been moved and he realized some students were already there. UGH! Now he couldn’t go get some snack for himself, so he frowned and pondered for a moment what to do. Ah, but he was a prefect, wasn’t it? So he stormed in with his wand raised and pretending to be angry, “HA! I knew there would be someone here, but four of you? Tsch, tsch! Go on your way now or I’ll take points away.” They were obviously pretty new to this thing, because in a hurry they left, apologizing as well as thanking for giving them a warning first and not right away snatching away points. So the kitchens were empty. A sly smile appeared upon his face before he raided the fridges and closets to see what there was to offer. A house-elf had finished his or her other duties it seemed, because he/she appeared next to him now, staring curiously and perhaps a bit annoyed too that someone had made a mess in their kitchen. “Oh… There were students in here just now, but they left after I told them. I’m a prefect, so don’t mind me. Just… decided to check if everything is in order.” He said calmly, nodding a few times, but the house-elf didn’t seem to completely buy it, though it let out a sigh and went elsewhere for a few seconds before coming back and offering him a paper bag which was filled with french fries. His eyes widened from surprise and a wide smile appeared upon his lips as he thanked the elf and said he was extremely grateful, not forgetting to mention how hard it was to be a prefect and how exhausting it could be before he already dashed out and was on his merry way to continue his duties while munching french fries happily. For awhile he wandered around before coming across a certain fascinating room that he had only visited once and after that decided that he wouldn’t go there anymore, but… last time he had been there he had still been a human. For a moment he stood in front of the door, wondering if his desires would have changed a lot since then, but his thoughts got interrupted as he heard people talking inside the room. Quickly he moved aside from the door and listened a bit, clearly hearing Tinley’s voice from there at least. He could also hear another girl, but he didn’t recognize the voice. He smirked a bit, feeling pretty sure that the two weren’t really getting along and it made feel excited whether they were going to start a cat fight or not. Oops, he wasn’t supposed to find such things amusing was he? He heard the stranger say that Tinley could take away as much as points from her as she wanted and that she didn’t care. Hyo snorted, a bit loudly maybe which he now realized, so he quickly cleared his throat before walking inside the room with a smile on his face and started talking, “Ladies, ladies… is there going to be a cat fight in here?” he raised his eyebrow at them before taking a few steps forward towards them and then stopping. “Because if so I’d like to stay and watch if that’s ok, I won’t interrupt you, no worries. I find watching a lot more pleasant!” He still kept smiling, or maybe now it had turned into a smirk. “Fries, anyone?” He offered the bag after taking a few himself and happily chewed them. Ah, he was so glad that he had learned to restrain himself; he did take a long sniff of the air, enjoying their scents, and although they both smelled incredibly good he still didn’t feel like attacking them. He had learnt a lot! Wow. He was getting good at being a vampire, wasn’t he? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - tag: rosalind & tinley | words: 1007 | wearing: this music: dreamcatcher | notes: Hope it's ok that I join. Let me know if not and I'll make Hyo disappear fast, lmao! XD credits: sanni

[drystan de sauveterre]

I'M THE NEW CANCER

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Darkness. As far as he could see. He wasn't sure whether the room was just dark of he was blindfolded, but it gave him a very bad and impending feeling. And he didn't have to wait too long for that feeling to be realized. What he heard was the rattle of chains. His own? He felt his arms moving but being restrained by something. The next thinge knew after attempting to struggle was a violent edge of pain bearing down on him. He started to panic. What was going on? He heard screams, screams that were a little too close for his comfort. What... it seemed like they were coming from him. Another agonizing lash against his back and suddenly everything turned white.

Drystan's eyes snapped open and a soft groan escaped him as he sat up. It was pretty chilly. Wind bustled through midlength autumn coloured hair as he looked around, trying to collect his barings and trying to remember where he was. Oh yeah, on the roof. One of the roofs of the school building at least. He wasn't sure how or why he ended up there, but compared to most things it seemed like something trivial to wonder about. Pushing himself to his feet with one hand, he stood up, amber coloured eyes flicking around as he observed everything at ground level in what appeared to be bleak darkness. There seemed to be no stars in the sky tonight and for some reason all the school lamps at the front were off, which would have made things even harder to see if he were human. Fortunately he was not.

Finally, the shock of once again relieving something from his past evaporated and he quickly jumped off from the roof - though to any passing bystanders he would have appeared to be moving in slow motion - and lightly landed on the ground. "Mmmmm, what to do now, especially when all the ickle children should be in bed..." he mumbled, a faint smirk curving his lips as he turned and - with animalistic grace - walked towards the entrance of the school and through the doors. As locked as they were, that wasn't too much of a problem for him, lock picking would have probably been in his resume if he required such a thing. However, even after he spoke he realized how wrong he was. He could see students sneaking about everywhere, even in the shadows. Like a bunch of rodents that needed to be exterminated. "Oh my..." his tongue flicked out, moistening his lips slightly. Of course such people had nothing to do with him, and though he wasn't a prefect of anything, if anyone got in his way he would deal with them with his own method of 'punishment' instead of pointlessly removing points.

For example, he was continuously moving down the hallway, not caring about his destination, when some.. kid, crashed into how, from out of nowhere. Drystan was actually pretty busy at the time as he had caught the scent of a few people he was somewhat aware of and didn't have too much time to spare on others. So with that, his eyes flicking to the side for a millisecond, his leg lashed out and slammed into the student's food, causing a loud snap to occur and a high pitched squeal to erupt from their mouth. The fox's eyes narrowed as if in amusement. "Be glad I'm preoccupied, I would have enjoyed spending more time to play with you," he whispered, leaving the broken student who was still wailing and just carried on walking.

Soon he came to the room where all traces of the scent stopped, and he poked his head in to see what was going on. There were several voices in there: two female, one male. There even seemed to be arguing, which made his amusement flourish further. Drystan then proceeded to step into the room, taking in the people as well as the item at the end of the room. Well, this was quite the dismal setup, that's all he could think about. "Well, well. I was wondering where that foul stench was coming from, but it was just you." His gaze fell upon Hyo, and for some reason the look was quite simply a firey glare, which he quickly turned upon the two others. However, the look quickly vanished and he giggled slightly, the two amber orbs on his face bouncing mockingly at the two girls. "Oh my, the ice vampire Rosalind, never thought I'd come across you in such a place," he stated, giving the vampire a smirk but not bothering to make a move to approach her or anything. Oh sure, the two had a history, but he usually preferred to keep a reasonable distance from creatures like old vampires in case they lunged for him. That would turn out to be quite the pickle, wouldn't it? Then again, he always had backup plans for such situations...

Then his gaze shifted towards the final person in the room, and his nose twitched. "That odor... connected to you... Heh. Well, you must know wittle baby Klaus, is that correct?" he sneered. Naturally he could smell his killjoy of a cousin a mile off, surprising it had to be in such a room with such unique individuals such as this. "Let me guess. I'll take a wild guess, you'll humour me, wont you, Miss Prefect?" He smirked devilishly at her. "You're his woman right, why else would he apparently cling to you without even being in the vicinity?"[/color] As if bored, he quickly turned away and faced the three of them. "Oh, wait. I'm not interrupting anything am I? Is it just the beginning of a party? I can sense Hyo's hormones and perverted mindset running on overdrive."
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SORRY IF I'M GATE CRASHING ^^;
DRYSTAN WILL BE AWEFULLY RELUCTANT TO LEAVE NOW THOUGH XD

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[tinley labonte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] face the throne with starry eyes ... About to shout out at the sudden invasion her words caught in her throat as she noticed who it was. "Hyo!" Never had she been more relieved to see someone while on her duties. She'd hoped to see him while on duty but unfortunately they'd been assigned different floors for that night. "Thank Merlin you've joined us." She crossed over to her fellow Prefect (throwing a dark look at the girl) and leaned on his shoulder. Lowering her voice to a whisper not even a vampire could here she said, "No cat fights just annoying students that don't know when to shut their mouths. It's highly frustrating and—" She was cut off as her eyes drifted towards then entrance. A slick, oily voice caressed her ear drums and her eyes narrowed. "You've no reason to be here Drystan so I suggest you move along." She was thankfully sure that he didn't know her but Tinley knew him. Klaus had obviously warned her about him but she had her ways of finding about all the students in the castle and Drystan was no exception. Letting her arm fall away from Hyo, Tinley approached the young man. She had no qualms with the girl but everything about this young man caused her stomach to twist unpleasantly. "That is none of your business, Mr. De Sauveterre." Her voice had gotten lower in her frustration. "So just leave. Now." Whether he listened to her or not, Tinley knew they'd just crossed over a line. She'd been amused in the beginning, growing angry as the minutes passed by. Her wand was clutched in her hand and with swift movements she raised it pointing it directly in his face. "It is my right as a Prefect to use force if I must." Good thing the teachers kept tabs on the Prefects, Tinley thought, so they'd know where to go if she'd had to use her wand. Stepping back she made sure her back was to no one, not even Hyo. Rosalind wasn't a threat to her, but Drystan was. The sadistic punk took joy in hurting others and seeing them in pain. He really was not the type of person she enjoyed spending any time around. "So what's it going to be?" Her wand arm was steady and she remained focused. She should have stayed relaxed, acted totally blase to the whole situation but it would have been unlike her. Plus, she couldn't find anything relaxing about her present company. "Are you seriously going to keep on standing there?" she asked, exasperated, "I said get a move on." Tinley finally barked as red and bronze sparks erupted from the end of her wand.

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when fear is king
and despair is a tyrant

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[rosalind dillon']

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j220/AJ7070/rosalind/session012-12_zpsfad44ec3.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] If you could only see the beast you've made of me Rosalind situated herself on the window sill, a brow rising as a sound broke through the open doorway. Resting her head back against the wall, she idly turned long locks of her long raven hair around her slim finger as the individual made an entrance. She did not deem give him her attention, but merely let a sigh escape her lips, as she dropped her feet from the window. Where the girl was undeniably human, her scent warm and delicious – the same could not be said for the newcomer. His scent was distinctively vampire. We were only exchanging words.Rosalind, said sharply. The girl had been more company than she’d wished for and two’s company was two too many. As if this girl could put up the fight necessary to ward me off as it were. She said, her voice cold and monotone. This girl had magic, but what she failed to realize that Rosalind was centuries old – older than she cared to count. Rosalind rolled her eyes when the boy spoke again; clearly finding himself amused with the situation, which only deepened her distaste. She couldn’t imagine why he was bothering himself with such scanty human food, when there were set better morsels on the menu. A small smile curled on her lips as the girl let out an exasperated sigh of relief calling out to the boy as she shouldered in close to whisper in his ear. While the girl seemed particularly excited by his presence, Rosalind only found herself bored. She doubted that this poor soul would be of any more help to her. If anything it might only help for the reason that she didn’t feel like bickering with them both, she could find someone else to waste her time. Why waste your time eating something with so little flavor? She said amused, slipping from her place on the wall, stepping nearer to the individuals. When there are other tasty snacks roaming about in the night. Rosalind moved to step around the two individuals and out the doorway, but froze as yet another silhouette formed in the doorway. Her arms crossed against her stomach, she turned her head from the doorway as he stepped into the room, words escaping his lips before he’d made it through the doorway. She’d hoped to slip by the boy quietly, but his attention fell from the boy shortly, her own names falling from his slim lips. Don’t flatter yourself Drystan. You’re lucky to have come across me at all. She said haughtily, turning her dark eyes on the demon. It seemed she was losing all possibility of making a quick escape, she’d been ready to leave the two prefects to their musings, but Drystan’s sudden entrance was stirring up trouble she wouldn’t have quite imagined. She didn’t fear him, but she kept her distance all the same. And interrupt as you will. She said shortly. I’ve much better things to be doing than listening to children. Though it seems you’ve got them all in a rile, Drystan. Her voice suddenly amused. It would seem the girl had some previous experience with the demon and she did not seem keen on keeping his company. But I assure you girl, Drystan is the least of your worries. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[HYO JOON NAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] HEAR MY SILENT PRAYER HEED MY QUIET CALL WHEN THE DARK AND BLUE SURROUND YOU step into my sigh look inside the light YOU WILL KNOW THAT I HAVE FOUND YOU You can only imagine how proud Hyo Joon Nam felt when Tinley came over to him and was obviously glad that he had arrived. He had quite a smug smile upon his face and he nodded a few times to Tinley while listening to her, ready to accept all the thanks he could get. He patted Tinley on her shoulder in order to calm her down, though soon she stopped talking all of a sudden although she hadn’t even finished her sentence. This was because another voice was speaking now on top of hers, and sadly he knew that voice way too well. His mood dropped instantly and his night was ruined, just because of that certain voice, even though his back was turned on him and he couldn’t see him. God damnit. He hadn’t expected seeing the kitsune in a while, but he shouldn’t be surprised; the freaking fox always seemed to find a way to get to him. Is that all you got, Drystan? He thought when he heard Drystan say about smelling a foul stench, but decided not to say it aloud. Things would definitely get a lot worse and he wasn’t in the mood for that. “THAT’S IT! HUNDRED POINTS AWAY FROM SOURNOIS!” Hyo declared loudly, finally turning to look at Drystan and forgetting to stay calm. The thing is… he wasn’t allowed to even take that many points away from anyone. Prefects weren’t allowed to do so. But in such situation there was no way he could remember it. “Walking around this late at night and-“ He started, but suddenly stopped, his eyes widening and he turned to look at Rosalind. “What… you’re a vampire?!” Suddenly he forgot all about Drystan and Tinley even being there and he took a few steps towards Rosalind who had moved away from her previous position, obviously trying to get away from the room before Drystan came in. “How old?” He blinked his eyes, extremely curious now, because he hadn’t been a vampire for a year yet even. But the thing is… he hadn’t been able to smell that she was a vampire which meant that she had to be much older. Something like Calcifer or Penelope perhaps. But then he could hear Drystan’s voice again, now talking to Tinley though, and he closed his eyes tightly for a moment before turning to look at the kitsune for the second time. “You let her be. You have no reason to bother her. Actually, you have no reason to bother anyone. You both go back to your dorms, asap.” He said in a strict tone, obviously meaning Drystan and Rosalind by the last sentence. “Except I’d like to talk with you… about the rules… a bit…” Hyo looked at Rosalind again now. Of course he wasn’t going to talk about rules, but rather about her and about vampire stuff! Yeah, vampire stuff. That sounded extremely lame, but he couldn’t think a better way to say it. He listened as Tinley said she would have to use force if they didn’t listen to her and he nodded in agreement and was ready to take his wand as well. “I’m with her on this. We would be most grateful if you both would just leave peacefully. Tomorrow is a new day and you can come back then to enjoy your time in here. During daytime of course.” He tried to talk in as calmly voice as he just could while looking towards both of them, the demon and the vampire. That is when Rosalind said about Drystan being the least of Tinley’s worries which actually made him quite of excited and frozen for a moment, because it made him wonder if Rosalind really was more dangerous than Drystan. That sounded extremely interesting, didn’t it? But he did come back to his senses fast and got a bit worried for Tinley too who happened to be a good friend of his which why he moved to stand in front of Tinley and finally took out of his wand and dropped his precious french fries on the ground, so that he was standing between them. Now, he knew very well that Tinley would be able to protect herself too, because God knew she could be quite the firecracker if she wanted to and honestly if he made her his enemy he would be a bit scared perhaps, but this was what a guy should do, right? And most importantly, he didn’t want Tinley to get hurt in anyway. “Do not even dare to threaten Tinley again.” He said in a strict tone of voice again while looking directly at Rosalind’s eyes which actually brought some chills down his spine, but he wouldn’t let it show. This really did mean that she was no newbie vampire, but very far from it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - tag: rosalind & tinley & drystan | words: 805 | wearing: this music: dreamcatcher | notes: Yay, what a merry thread this has turned into XD credits: sanni

[drystan de sauveterre]

I'M THE NEW CANCER

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Well this was a very quaint situation he had found himself walking in upon, and before he knew it he found that a wand was suddenly shoved in his face. It had happened all too quickly. "You make it sound like a student can't stretch their legs at night, red haired girl," he purred, watching the few people mull around just moments before things seemed to get out of hand. Of course what he said was a lie, but they had no reason to know that he was actually following Hyo. Only utter things with relevance when being interrogated, that fact is key, and he'd been in this kind of situation too many times to count anyway so he was as relaxed as can be. All too soon, the girl then appeared to be standing right in front of him, trying to look imposing, no no avail. A slow amused smirk spread across his features, and looked as if he was about to reply when Rosalind spoke. And then Hyo. Who was dramatically yelling loudly. "Cool your jets, pipsqueak," he snorted loudly as he turned slightly to address the Cossu boy. "What reason have I to care about house points?" He put his hand on his own chest as if to emphasis that he was speaking of himself.

"Now then, I'm sorry-" he started as he turned to glance back at the glaring girl prefect, clearly not a tenth as sorry as he claimed to be. "-but I don't know your name. Though I suppose it doesn't matter much." His eyes narrowed at her, and that's the moment when she pulled out her want. Drystan didn't remotely look surprised though. Instead, in classic Drystan fashion, he started faintly giggling, and then it quickly turned into a loud roar of laughter, which genuinely did seem quite haunting upon hearing it. "Watch where you're jabbing that thing, girl," he sneered once the majority of his amusement had eased off. At the moment all his attention was focused directly on Tinley; Hyo and Rosalind's presence totally forgotten as the seconds ticked by. "Come now, I dare you to use whatever force neccessary to stop me. I don't suppose I have to do much in order to get you to do that, right, little girl?" Madness, and a large dose of it too, was beginning to seep into his words, his eyes burning with orange and flecks of red. He wasn't quite too sure if she'd accept his challenge, after all, prefects weren't supposed to rise to the bait of fellow students.

She took a step back, apparently observing the other two as if they were also threats as well. He knew about Rosalind, though he wasn't sure if she had what it took to simply lunge at a classmate and take them down. Hyo though... wimp was the only word that managed to spring to mind. Clearly by the way they were acting towards one another, this red haired girl and the young vampire were friends and yet even he was being treated as if he was hostile. Interesting. Drystan smirked slightly before turning it into an all out-grin as he turned and glanced at the two vampires that shared a room with him at this time. Hyo then spoke, which caused the kitsune to roll his eyes, and that was soon followed by Rosalind who was replying to the other girl. Drystan giggled again, swaying slightly, but looking quite content. "Yessss, well isn't this FUN?! Quite the party, I'd say," he got out, half hissing and talking loudly. As usual, Drystan played the excellent role of a madman. Ignoring Hyo, who seemed determined to get in everyone's way, he look a sluggish step towards the red haired girl, a vile smirk plastered on his lips. "I'm quite happy here," he replied, his voice surprisingly cold despite his manic appearance. He raised his gaze to meet hers, orange orbs continuing to shine vibrantly. He ignored the sparks that were emitting from her wand, though they were quite irritating, occasionally zapping him like tiny jolts of electricity now and again. But no, he was more focused on other things. "So either you leave, or we can enjoy each other's company. I like the second option, I'm sure there's lots of fun that can be had here. But that can only happen so long as you lower that infernal stick!" His pupils shifted to become more animal like as his hand quickly snaked out and grabbed the girl's arm, the one which held the wand. Things were surely going to get interesting from here.



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### 767 | COMPLETE | TAG: ROSALIND, TINLEY & HYO | OUTFIT
LYRICS BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
MIGHT BE KINDA WEIRD, BUT OHKAY~ XD

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