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Post by Arne Vinter on Aug 4, 2015 21:33:57 GMT -5
Arne almost jumped when a hand touched his. Turning quickly, his eyes going wide, before he relaxed. She was here, and she had kept him from leaving, she actually wanted him here. Smiling, he squeezed her hand, and looked towards the door. He didn't want to be here, not around everyone like this. However, she wanted him to stay, wit her. Swallowing, Arne nodded. "Okay..."
Following after her, he moved closer, and relaxed slightly. Her presence made him more comfortable, near others, and with the knowledge she had given him earlier. He had a darkness in him, and it was terrifying. Now though, she was here, making him try and have fun, and he couldn't help but stop for a moment. Pulling her to him, he smiled down at her, "You look very... ah.. bea... beautiful?" He stated quietly unsure if that was the proper word./font]
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Theodore Keating
Aer Student - Head Boy
Haven't you heard the word of my wanting?
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Post by Theodore Keating on Aug 4, 2015 21:50:06 GMT -5
He smiled over at Vinayak when his eyes glanced over to him, just to let him know that it was okay. He understood what the boy was doing and sure he didn't like seeing him talking to another person right now but he needed to, they needed to get some distance between the two of them. It was the right thing to do after all, they needed to get as many people off their tails as they could. It was both for their own good as much as it hurt to watch, perhaps he should try and do the same but you know... he was getting awful sick of people telling him sorry for Serafina. He was sick of hearing I'm sorry.
All he wanted to here was that the people who did this had died, along with Pietro and River and anyone else that had a hand to play.
But just as thoughts of burning the whole school to the ground ran through his head arms wrapped around him and he stumbled back some as he realized Hallie had thrown herself into his arms and he closed his eyes some and held her for a second. He hasn't talked to her in what felt like forever, hadn't had the time to get her alone and he will be damn if he goes within five feet of Aedan again.
"Hey stop none of that. I really don't want to be thinking about that stuff any longer. It's done and over with and I'm fine." What had happen in the Dining hall a few weeks ago felt almost sill now compared to what had just happen... And all it did was make him worry more about Hallie. Now she was all wrapped up with this families that took someone so important from him and didn't seem to care at all... If he lost Hallie was well.
"Listen thanks for coming to say hi to me but you should go back to Aedan..." His words flatter some as he leaned in to whisper. "I don't want you getting hurt for spending too much time with me. Oh and by the way you look lovely."
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Post by Viola Tilly on Aug 4, 2015 22:00:19 GMT -5
Vinayak Dar Theodore Keating
Viola laughed, shaking her head gingerly. “Well,” she started, “it’s still looks very nice. Last-minute works...for you...” she trailed off and angled her shoulders towards where Vinayak kept sneaking looks. Her head followed and she attempted to figure out what troubled him.
Nodding,“maybe being outside of your comfort zone will help with coping and dealing with everything” She muttered, still looking about.
Above her head, after spotting Theo, flickered on a light bulb. Mouthing Oh, she looked back at Vinayak. Her eyes gave off an expression of understanding, the message was confirmed by her low key pointing in his direction. “We can talk to him... you can talk to him, if you’d like. I don’t mind.”
She smiled, raising an eyebrow. Not wanting to make assumptions, or, at least, not show she assumed the relationship between Vinayak and Theo, she attempted to keep a poker face of sorts. |
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Aug 4, 2015 22:33:10 GMT -5
"Don't worry okay? If you start to feel like we need to do somewhere else we can." Because after talking to him for a long while she had come to the conclusion that whatever brought that darkness out of him had to do with stress. Stress or feeling like he is out of control of the situation at hand, and if he does go through one of his little episode, well she was getting better and better at handling them. At least she liked to think so. She squeezed his hand a little tighter just to let him know that she was here and tonight was going to be okay.
"Why thank you Arne." She said smiling and blushing some as she gave her best curtsy. "And you look very handsome, a regular old prince charming." She said with a smile, and a small laugh. She loved how sometimes he wasn't sure of what he was saying but he always managed to say the proper thing and it made her smile.
"So what do you want to do first?" She asked him kissing him on the cheek again. She was going to make sure he had the most fun possible and any nerves or dark thoughts were the farthest thing from his mind.
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Post by Hallie Keating on Aug 4, 2015 23:17:43 GMT -5
There was so much Hallie wanted to say to him...and so much she wanted to do for him. Theo had been through so much over the past month or so...and more than truly anything, she wanted him to know that she would always be there for him. He might not have had Serafina anymore, but she hoped that she could now be that person that he could come to for anything and everything. Theo was, without a doubt, one of the only ties she had back to her old life and her family, and she was not willing to give him up for anything.
She thanked him quickly for his compliment, but then shook her head, reaching up to brush at his shirt a bit. "It's alright, Theo," Hallie told him, shaking her head a bit. "He knows I'm with you. If he needs me, he can call on me. I want to spend a bit of time with you," she told him genuinely, then searched his eyes, waiting for a response.
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Post by Arne Vinter on Aug 4, 2015 23:58:11 GMT -5
She was so sweet, and kind to him, even after she had explained the things he had done when he was 'asleep'. At her offer to go somewhere else he nodded, and smiled, "Takk.." He smiled, then frowned realizing what he had done. "Ah.. that is... thanks..." Arne paused, snapping his fingers, and looking around. What was it he was trying to say, what was the phrase he needed. He knew what he wanted to say to her, but why wouldn't the words come to him now, shaking his head, Arne sighed. Why was it so hard to find words to what he wanted. Looking back to Bella, he gave an apologetic smile, and then nodded at the dance floor, "Dance?" He asked softly.
When they began to dance, and he stumbled, Arne sighed and shook hios head, pulling back some, but not releasing her hand. Shaking his head at Bella, Arne sighed "Jeg ønsker ikke å ødelegge denne kvelden for deg." His free hand slapped uselessly against his thigh, as he looked at Bella, before slowly speaking, "Ah.. I do not... wish? to ruin your night..." Staring at the floor, he shrugged, "You... should be with friends... not me..."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Aug 5, 2015 0:22:31 GMT -5
Jackson Reed
"Good catch," Pietro offered after seeing Jackson prevent the spiking of the punch. With a glare at the student who had attempted it, he added, "and you, Mr. Adams ... you will leave now and I will inform the Headmaster of your actions after this party has concluded." Looking terrified, the student left the dining hall, and Pietro turned to Jackson.
They had never really spoken, but Pietro had noticed the extensive scarring on the man's neck. He was, however, unaware of Jackson's connection to certain members of the O'Brien family ... including the one he had tortured.
Clearing his throat, Pietro continued. "I did not mean to seem inhospitable. I was simply glaring, not glaring at you, if that makes sense."
It didn't help matters that, as he spoke, Aedan O'Brien walked up to the punch table to fetch two glasses. Pietro couldn't help but glower at the boy. O'Brien ... Serafina ... whether they had meant to or not, they had killed Serafina ...
It was Pietro's fault that she was dead ...
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Mary Fulton
Aqua Student - Year 6
I just want everybody to get along
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Post by Mary Fulton on Aug 5, 2015 0:59:41 GMT -5
Elsie Beren
"Um," Mary choked out, accepting the hug gladly. She wiped at her eyes, feeling foolish and incredibly young. "I'm sorry, it's just ... it's just so beautiful and ... and no one's ever, um ... ever done anything so thoughtful before, and ... and ... "
Well, the way this felt, and the way Elsie had given her a kiss before ... and all the other girls had headed downstairs ... Mary found herself placing a kiss on Elsie's cheek before standing up, feeling suddenly high on the excitement of putting on this glorious, beautiful dress. She knew she was blushing, and she didn't understand why, but that was all right because ... well ... because she was finally, finally going to be able to dress up and look pretty just like the other girls.
It shouldn't have mattered, and she knew that, but oh, it did.
Without another word, Mary started to shed her uniform because she needed to put on this dress. Having turned modestly away, she held out one hand for the dress and Elsie passed it to her. Wow, it just ... was it silk? Because, the way it felt against her skin was silky ... another word that hadn't truly had meaning until this moment. Oh, and it was long and glamorous and made her feel like a princess, and there was a tiara in the box like the one Elsie was wearing, so Mary slid it into her hair and then -
She could hardly tear her eyes away from the reflection in the mirror. She didn't even look like herself. She just looked like some sort of princess. "Oh, Elsie," she breathed, turning to her friend with excitement and wonder and absolute devotion in her eyes. "Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! It's so amazing. I just can't ... I mean ... oh, thank you!"
Mary's Dress (although Mary's version has a less revealing back) / Mary's Hair and Tiara
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Jackson Reed
School Groundskeeper
Some bonds are stronger than blood.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Aug 5, 2015 1:31:54 GMT -5
Pietro Antonucchi / Maureen Brady-O'BrienShe was dancing, smiling, and having a good time. It wmade Jackson so happy, to see her like this. She was having a good time, and it was with people her own age, not just him. She deserved being happy, she was a sweet girl that had terrible things happen to her. All because of six letters behind her name. Jackson frowned slightly, and looked down, he was going to have to speak to Finley about it sooner.
"Hmm? Ah yes, well, spend a few years around soldiers, you realize their just kids with huns." Jackson didn't think much about it. He remember the man from their days in school, but they had never really had a conversation, aside from maybe a few words before a duel. Aside from that though, they had been in different circles, or he had been in the sick ward.
Jackson looked to Pietro and shrugged, havING to bite back the words he wanted to say about the man. The image if Maureens scared arm still fresh in his mind. Swallowing he smiled, and pulled his flask from his coat, taking a sip, and shrugging again. "Nah, it's fine, Professor. I don't hold it against you. Everyone has their reasons."
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Vinayak Dar
Aer Student - Year 6
Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
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Post by Vinayak Dar on Aug 5, 2015 1:54:56 GMT -5
Viola Tilly / Theodore Keating
"Thank you," Vinayak replied with a grin. "That's very kind. And, yes, I suppose going out of the comfort zone is important. Unfortunately, knowing that doesn't make it feel any more natural. But, really, making a new friend at all is outside of the comfort zone, and I flatter myself to think that's what you and I are doing?"
And then ... oh, no ... his heart collapsed in on itself. She was looking at Theo, and back at him, and now she was saying that they could go talk to Theo, and she seemed so sincere but did she mean it? He didn't know her that well! He didn't know whether she was just trying to catch him in a terrible sin!
It was one thing to be a brown immigrant, but to be a brown immigrant having a relationship with another man? He would be killed. He would be killed by an angry mob and the police wouldn't care.
Vinayak's eyes widened as he stared intensely into Viola's. "Theo?" he asked, doing his damnedest not to express how very much that name melted him. "He is my friend. I can talk to him any time. It's ... it's quite all right ... um ... do you want some punch? We should get some punch."
Oh, no, no no no no no. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn't he just control himself? Why was it so damn hard to be in the same room with Theo without staring lustfully at him? They could be murdered for this sin!
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Aedan O'Brien
Fuego Student - Year 7
one for your tummy, one for your cheek, one for the devil inside of me
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Post by Aedan O'Brien on Aug 5, 2015 5:23:34 GMT -5
Hallie Keating
"Of course," Aedan replied. After all, Hallie speaking to her cousin was no threat. He would simply go get punch and, when she was ready, they would dance. He hadn't yet danced with Hallie and it needed to happen. After all, if he was to bring her to the O'Brien gala so very soon, he needed to know that she could dance. It wasn't as though he had doubts. No, no, no. Hallie had been brought up to be a proper lady, and part of that training was in dancing. Aedan felt confident that there would be no problems in that arena.
Now, in speaking to his family? There were the concerns. Oh, if he brought someone to the gala and she proceeded to air their dirty laundry ... that would be a problem.
But right now his only concern was for getting them punch. He approached the table, reached out for two glasses ... and there was Professor Antonucchi, whose little whore Aedan had just murdered. There was no other word for it, really. He had tortured her and then she had succumbed to her injuries. It wasn't his fault that she had been so pathetic. After all, hadn't Maureen suffered under similar treatment and survived? Hadn't Pietro himself? It wasn't Aedan's fault that wop women were so weak.
He took the two glasses of punch, then looked up into Pietro's eyes. He couldn't resist; he offered a smirk, thinking of Miss Latini. The way she'd cried and begged, the way she'd screamed, the way she'd invoked Pietro's name as though it would help her. God, it was hilarious.
"Professor Antonucchi," he said with a smile as he collected the glasses of punch and then turned his back on the table.
Oh, it had all been too easy.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Aug 5, 2015 5:42:56 GMT -5
Jackson Reed
What? What the hell was that? Was he losing his mind, or had he seen ... had he ...
There was Aedan O'Brien, and Pietro could have sworn that the little shit had looked up, met his gaze, and smirked. Smirked with an expression in his eyes that said ... well ... something. Something terrible. Something about Serafina.
Rage joined the grief in Pietro's gut, but he couldn't do anything, not without Uncle Enzo's say-so. He just had to stand here and hate the boy, comforting himself with thoughts of murdering the little shit down the road. Oh, and he would insist. That particular kill was his, after the way he had just looked at him. It was almost ...
It was almost as though he had admitted to killing Serafina. His sweet, darling, brilliant Serafina ...
Shaking his head, Pietro turned his attention back to Jackson. He had missed the first part of what the other man had said, which would certainly come off as rude. A week ago, appearing rude would have caused Pietro great distress. Now, though ... well, getting out of bed in the morning caused him great distress. He couldn't give much of a shit about missing part of what Jackson had said.
"Yes, we all have our reasons," he repeated, voice distant as he watched the young O'Brien make his way over toward Miss Keating. He was going to kill that little shit. He truly was.
Finally, Pietro tore his eyes away from Aedan and turned them onto Jackson instead. "We were in school here at the same time," he pointed out, realizing that fact for the first time. "We duelled against each other in the competitive league. You ... you were one year beneath me, I believe?"
Polite conversation ... thirty seconds farther removed from her death and not yet dead himself. Not yet dead.
Somehow.
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Theodore Keating
Aer Student - Head Boy
Haven't you heard the word of my wanting?
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Post by Theodore Keating on Aug 5, 2015 14:31:52 GMT -5
He swallowed and bite hard on his lip, eyes looking back over to Vinayak as Hallie hugged him. How did he get here? How the hell... Right the second day of school this year... When he kissed Vinayak in the library. When Serafina said that she was going to become Pietro assiantace... Hallie said she had a lovely moment with Aedan down by the day. And why was he the victim of all these events that didn't seem all that important back then. Now they chewed at him to no end...
His best friend was dead,
His cousin was dating someone who might be the cause of her death,
He can't be with the person he loved because they were both men and it was wrong, sinful... he would be damned.
Maybe he was already damned and this was his punishment before he was sent to hell. No that couldn't be it. This was just simply the fault of the Antonucchi's and then O'Brien's and he would be damned if he let this happen to anyone else. But what could he do? He was just one person and he was not much of a fighter... Still the idea was now there and Theo was not the sort of person to give up on a idea. He pulled away from the hug and looked at Hallie with a smile.
"Okay just a few moments then. I refuse to be the reason you get yourself in trouble." He said brushing back a bit of her hair and looking at her. "Love the dress but you messed up your highlight here." He said running his fingers over her cheek a little more, blending her makeup together a bit more. "There perfect."
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Aug 5, 2015 15:23:36 GMT -5
"You're welcome Arne." She said with a smile, squeezing his hand again and looked at him with a small smile. He was struggling to find the right words and it made her feel bad that he struggled so much to speak with her sometimes. And she didn't want to tell him what she had been learning until she was semi fluent but... He asked her to Dance and she nodded. "Yes I would, thank you." She took his hand as he lead her out to the dance floor.
They both stumbled together for the first few moments but soon they found a rhythm to move to and she felt like a princess, gliding around the floor and it was like no one else matter. He asked her something in Norwegian and she could pick out a few words. He thought she needed to be with other people, other friends... and him speaking the wrongs in english confirmed that. "I..." She stopped herself from replying in english and swallowed as he spun her around again. "Du... kan ikke rotet, ødela kveld meg?" That was terribly messed up and mangled but maybe it got the point across. "You are my friend Arne... You can't ruin my night."
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Post by Viola Tilly on Aug 5, 2015 18:28:24 GMT -5
Vinayak Dar
Viola’s face lit up. Sure, she was friendly towards other and, in turn, they acted the same. However, she didn’t truly have friends. Nodding, her lame grin grew into a smile. “That sounds like a nice step outside of the comfort zone.” After all, she felt the same. “It’s a nice step,” Viola finally concluded.
She hadn’t meant to make the atmosphere switch like that, from something carefree to something of fear.
Guilt hit her hard in the gut. The panic on his face, which she ignored to relax Vinayak, twisted an invisible knife in her stomach. She shook her head quickly and for a short time. She stuttered, only pushing out empty air. Wetting her lips, she ran her hand through her curls and sighed, regretting her lack of discretion and manners for the matter.
To cover up her mistake, Viola shrugged, “I know he’s your friend. I just thought it would be nice to talk to a friend.” Biting her bottom lip, she looked towards the table hosting the punch bowl. “Yeah, punch...” she turned her head back towards him and smile. “Punch sounds nice.”
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