Shy decided to go by herself. She zig-zagged her way through the crowd. Her dark blue eyes scanning faces. She hated it when other eyes locked with hers. It made her nervous and look at her feet. Which she alway ended up bumping into someone. And of course, she was too scared to apologize. She made her way out of the crowd and leaned against a wall. She was suddenly feeling chlostrophobic. She breathed in a sharp breath and looked around. The kids were starting to mingle away. Which was good. She wasn't about to get stuck in the crowd again.
Darkest went to his room number. He quietly peeked inside, no one seemed to be there. He went inside & sat on his bed (OOC: let me know if they don't sleep in beds :]) Darkest sighed, maybe not having a room mate wasn't such a bad thing. "I guess it's better, I need time to think." He layed back on the bed & stared at the ceiling.
Ammo's eyebrows raised ever-so-slightly as he learned his room number. Sighing, he trudged slowly through the corridors, not caring where he was going or if he ever got lost. By some miraculous chance, the dark-haired boy ended up right at the door to his dorm room. Furrowing his dark eyebrows, Ammo pushed the door open, revealing a fairly large room, with some beds and drawers placed here and there. He stroked one of the bed-posts, trying to pick one for himself. Finally, one that was placed near the far end wall caught his eyes, and he placed his backpack on the pillow.
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Human Name: Isabella Russe Gender: Female Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts Looks Before Mark: Short, brown hair, kinda tan, brown eyes Life Before Mark: lived with a normal family, had an average life Reactions/changes with Mark: parents were shocked, but accepted the fact that their kid is a vampire
Annilesse sighed as the group began to disband. This school was starting just as she had expected. She liked twists, and turns, and jokes, but this school seemed dark and serious. Shethought for a second about reversing time, so she could be with all of her friends at her old school, then shook the thought away as quickly as it had come. No way she would go back to her stereotypical father, and clone/shadow mother.
She drifted down the halls, glancing around at the students that passed her. They stared at her as if she had ice cream and jimmies on her face. She shook her shoulders at the cold that overtookher from their stares. Clearly, her filled-in mark was more of a problem than she'd expected. Annilesse was surprised that Hera hadn't talked to her about it.
One student in particular looked at her different from the rest. The flegling had platnum blonde hair, and light blue eyes. She had an innocent looking face, that radiated beauty. She stared Annilesse down as if she had kicked a puppy. What was her problem?
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Ammo plopped down on the soft bed, laying his head gently on the backpack. He glanced to the side, staring at the wall right next to him. There wasn't anything so much as interesting about the burgundy-colored, hard surface. Yet, at the same time, Ammo couldn't help but think that wall was absolutely fascinating.
It was as if every crack and imperfection held a secret. A secret yet to be learned by this fledgling who had just arrived. With his sharpened vision, he could see the small black spots that dotted it. To him, they represented every single vampyre that attended this school, The House of Night.The dots were, strangely enough, all circling the cracks, and he thought of it as 'Protecting the secret'.
OoC: Oh gawd, I activated my 'poetic mode'. xD
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Shy walked down long halls. She noticed a room that said 204. She breathed in and quickly went inside. So far it was empty. She chose the bed in the corner where it was more secluded. She put her bags on the bed and sat down. She looked around. It was a fairly dark room, which she didn't really mind. She stared at the wall ahead of her. She was so utterly confused about everything. She didn't know what was happening. She began to put her clothes away. Keeping silent the enitre time. Maybe her roomate had bailed on her. She wouldn't mind. She was rather used to being alone anyway.
Darkest watched the ceiling, he saw the paint was slightly cracked. He yawned, 'This is fun..' he thought as he sat up. His stomach growled, 'I wonder when we can eat.' he suddenly turned paler as he thought of something. 'I hope we don't have to drink blood.' Darkest made a some what disgusted face. He sighed, 'This is going to take some getting use to.'