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Post by Veronique Poulain on Sept 1, 2009 23:29:35 GMT -5
A plain, quaint little dorm with one bed, one desk, one window, one TV, and one dresser. There is a cot in the floor for Jonathan.
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Liam Farrell
Ireth
University Freshman: Not a Sin-Eater, Because We Don't Have Those
Those who are dead, are not dead, they're just living in my head...
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Post by Liam Farrell on Sept 1, 2009 23:38:50 GMT -5
"Well, I think I've shown you everything I can," Liam told Ian as he led the boy down one last hallway. "And here's your dorm... you should probably get some sleep. You look like you need a good twelve hours, at least." He grinned lightheartedly. "I'll see you around. Don't hesitate to find me if you need anything; I'm just up the hall, in 501. Sleep well."
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Post by ianharris on Sept 1, 2009 23:55:39 GMT -5
The door shut behind Ian, signaling Liam's exit from the room. The other student hadn't shown him around too much, but Ian had a basic idea of where to find everything. So many questions buzzed around in his brain. Questions about this place, and about himself. Could this school really help him understand and, more importantly, control his strange "talents"? Ian wondered, and not for the first time that day, whether or not the school was real. But even his hallucinations weren't this...unusual. And that would have to be a good enough reason for Ian to believe that this was really happening.
Ian set his trunk down by the dresser and walked around the room once. It was nice, nicer than his room at home. It was the first time he had ever had his own TV, that was for sure.
He flipped off the light and, not even bothering to change, lay down on the bed. He wondered what sort of mysteries this new school of his would hold for him, and whether or not he could really control his abilities. But before he could answer his own questions, he slipped peacefully into his dreams, where he forgot all about them.
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 29, 2009 21:01:34 GMT -5
Jonathan stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel. Careful to avoid the bruises on his throat, he ran the towel over his hair and face. For a moment, he stopped and stared at the small patch of red where Ian's rock had scraped away his skin. It was annoying, a blemish on his otherwise perfect skin. He longed to simply wish it away, but he had no skill in necromancy. He had no skill in magic at all. Which was good, because mages are dicks.
His after-shower routine was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. It was probably Ian. Idiot must have locked himself out of the room. Jonathan wrapped the towel around his lower half and threw open the door a little harder than was really necessary. "What?"
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Post by natalieburns on Sept 29, 2009 21:12:15 GMT -5
Natalie stared, shocked, at the boy in front of her. He was definitely not Ian. He was too tall, too dark, too well built, and... he had answered the door in nothing but a towel, which Ian would never do. For a moment, she tried to make sense of the whole situation. Had Ian switched rooms? Had he left the school? Both of those were impossible.
And then it hit her. Of course.
"Jonathan." She said coldly. "I was wondering when I'd meet you. I'm Natalie. Is Ian around?"
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 29, 2009 21:51:34 GMT -5
Jonathan stared blankly down at the redheaded girl in front of him. This was Natalie. He'd heard Ian talk about her before, and he knew, just knew, that his creator was infatuated with this girl. It was all he could do to keep from rubbing his hands together. This was just perfect.
"No. I haven't seen him since his friend attacked me and Ian hit me with a rock." He said calmly. "You're Natalie Burns. That scarred teacher's niece. The one my wonderful creator can't stay away from."
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Post by natalieburns on Sept 29, 2009 21:59:13 GMT -5
Natalie raised an eyebrow. Wow. The boy really was as much of a jerk as Ian had said. The description of Vincent really bothered Natalie. He was a distant family member, but he was family, and he was trying. Natalie had to give him that much.
"You probably deserved it." She said simply. Then, before Jonathan could retort, "If Ian's not here, then I know where to find him." Natalie turned to go, but turned back suddenly. "And the "Scarred Teacher" has a name. Professor Vincent Hawk. I'd appreciate it if you began using it."
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 29, 2009 22:03:11 GMT -5
Jonathan laughed. This girl was a fiery one. He'd have to keep an eye on her. Especially since Ian had a thing for her. Oh, Jonathan loved his life.
"Titles are for those who have earned respect. No one at this school has my respect, and therefore, I refer to no one by a title. No respect for you bunch of rejects and freaks."
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Post by natalieburns on Sept 29, 2009 22:06:31 GMT -5
Natalie smiled sweetly, but her smile dripped with hatred. "It's okay. The rejects and freaks have no respect for you either. You might notice you have no friends. Mostly because no one can stand to be in the same room with you for more than a minute."
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 29, 2009 22:11:27 GMT -5
"And yet, you're still here." Jonathan said, smirking. "Why is that, I wonder? Do you like what you see, perhaps? Ian won't be back for a while. Come on in, and I'll show you what I'm hiding behind this towel. You won't be disappointed."
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Post by natalieburns on Sept 29, 2009 22:16:46 GMT -5
Oh, that's it. Time to end this shit.
Natalie's smile vanished. "You should watch your mouth, you sick bastard." She snapped. Her foot came up like a swift instrument of justice. It slammed directly between Jonathan's legs, right in the center of the towel. She swore that she actually lifted him off the ground a few inches.
Satisfying.
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 29, 2009 22:21:25 GMT -5
A pain like nothing Jonathan had ever felt shot through his entire body. It was as if someone had lit him on fire, and then pushed him off a cliff. And then rolled in fire ants. He was in too much pain to come up with more than that. He let out a howl that could probably be heard on the other side of the castle and curled up into a ball in the door frame. Tears were flowing down his face.
"...you...bitch..." was all he managed to get out.
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Post by natalieburns on Sept 29, 2009 22:26:48 GMT -5
Natalie smiled her sweet yet evil smile again. "And don't you ever forget it. Ian made a terrible mistake, making you a male. Come at me, or him while I'm around, and I'll show you a pain you can't even imagine. What you're feeling now will pale in comparison. Have a nice evening."
Then she turned and walked away, feeling a bit better about life. Ian would love hearing about this... it would make his day...
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 29, 2009 22:34:41 GMT -5
Once the pain had subsided a bit and the feeling of being on fire had gone away, Jonathan crawled back into the room, slamming the door behind him with his foot. Then he collapsed on the floor and lay there.
She was interesting, no doubt about that. He would be watching her very closely. From a distance, of course... her threat was one that even Jonathan was not brave enough to ignore. Jonathan would be keeping an eye on her. He was curious to see what happened between her and Ian. From their simple conversation, Jonathan now had his suspicions that Ian's affection for Natalie worked both ways.
Interesting.
Oh, this could be great fun...
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