Daridouvlyn Zhoumi
Keme
It's pronounced "dove"
Kneel not before thine dreams; praise instead the dreamer in his limited saneness.
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Post by Daridouvlyn Zhoumi on Jun 20, 2010 1:10:44 GMT -5
Douv had never really liked sweet things. Even before she was Turned, she had shied away from sugary desserts and syrupy beverages. But it was late, and she was thirsty. Not thirsty, but in need of refreshment. And chocolate. How to combine those?
Milkshake.
Curfew was near-- there was maybe half an hour before all students were required to return to their dorm rooms. As such, the mess hall was dark, cold. Douv's light steps echoed thunderously as she passed through the empty room to reach the kitchens. She fumbled a bit with the light switch, and had to blink a few times to adjust to the bright lights.
A few minutes of searching had her with milk, chocolate ice cream, and a bit of melted dark chocolate whirring in a blender until thick and creamy. Douv poured the heavenly concoction into a glass and took to searching for a long enough straw.
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Elan H. Choi
Keme
University Freshman: Werewolf
Love is a sort of madness...a disease to which man is exposed at all times.
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Post by Elan H. Choi on Jun 20, 2010 1:26:01 GMT -5
Elan hadn't been planning on snacking that late-- but he had an odd craving for fruit. Oranges, specifically. He didn't know why, but at least it was a healthy thing to eat.
Even from the doors on the opposite end of the mess hall, Elan could see the light peeking from beneath the kitchen doors. There were no Rhythan-like sounds echoing around the area, though Elan did hear a blender. He wondered who else was here. Reaching the kitchen, he nudged one of the doors open with his shoulder and peeked in. He saw a fragile-looking figure digging around in a drawer, her honey-brown hair spilling down her neck from the loose bun she had looped it up in.
She was quite pretty. In a I'm small and cute, please don't hurt me kind of way.
Elan's gaze slipped around the room, spotted the tall glass and its contents, and guessed what the female was looking for. He slipped fully into the kitchens on quiet feet, strode to a line of drawers on the other side of the fridge, and found a handful of long, bright red straws. He sneaked up to the brunette's side and held a straw out to her.
"Looking for one of these?" he asked, giving a charming smile.
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