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Post by +Zeus+ on Jan 5, 2009 20:30:38 GMT -5
Woodshop. Every kid loved this class, pretty much the only one where you could fool around without the teacher caring. As a bonus, who didn't like to cut things with large rotating blades? The room was large, with a wood tiled floor, with four large tables set randomly around, with different drills on them, along with fine sanders. The equitment varied, from disc sanders, to the drill press. Other then that, nothing much out of place in the room.
Sighing silently, Frost was sitting at a table, a choice of hers to be sitting alone, without destractions. Mostly from blood, seeing as people usually got cut here. She was absentmindlessly sanding a piece of wood with a fine hand sander, a blade to carve wood placed on the table also.
Staring at the wood, as the sandpaper spin' round and round, she didn't notice when someone walking past her had drawn blood on there arm, from a foolish act of playing with the knifes. That had caught her off guard, and she tensed. But with that one movement, she somehow managed to nick her hand with the edge of the sander, which didn't really break the skin at all, just surprised her. Which lead to the act of her hand shooting back away from it, and making contact with the craving knife. It sliced easily into her skin, and she turned off the sander and looked at her hand, taking a breath in then out. Allowing the knife to drop to the table, she took her hand tightly in the other, and walked out of the classroom.
The scent of blood came from the wound, it was bleeding pretty heavily. Glancing curiously down at it, she winced slightly, damn that looked painful. "Shit," Frost hissed to herself, tightening her grip to try and slow the bleeding. Maybe she could obtain an overly sized bandaid or something, probally not. A friggin' towel at the least. Knowing that this would probally attract some of the closer vampyres, she glanced around every once in awhile to take notice to anyone else wondering. Frost wondered how her blood would smell to the others though, being the leader, would it smell delicious? Or disgusting? Interesting thought.
[/color][/blockquote] ((Made out of pure boredom lol)) |
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Post by }Fay_D._Fluorite{ on Jan 6, 2009 22:33:51 GMT -5
Damn, this kid keeps pestering me...
Fay had been sitting in the completely occupied classroom for only a mere 20 minutes, and he was already desperate for the bell to sound. All because of the new student, a human named Andy.
"Heeeeey.... Heeeeeey.... Faaaaayyyy-saaaaan...." Andy was persistent. During the teacher's lecture, he had been trying to get Fay's attention. His seat was directly behind Fay's, and Andy had been constantly poking him in the shoulder.
Finally, before being driven completely insane, Fay obliged, twisting around to face the student while the teacher was scratching notes on the board, "What?" The blonde inquired in a hushed, calm tone, completely hiding the fact that the boy was annoying the shit out of him. Great, now the one guilty of annoying others is the one 'being' annoyed...
Andy glanced cautiously from side to side, before leaning forward to whisper his so-very-important query, "Heeeeyyy..... is that eyepatch.... real?" The boy's eyes were wide in curiosity.
Fay furrowed his eyebrows in discomfort of the question, dropping part of his content mask, a wary smile forming as he thought up a response, "Umm.... what?" Great answer, genius. Now he's going to specify his question... He inwardly cursed himself.
"Ya'know, I mean... do you really need it? Like, did something happen to your eye?" The boy's eyes suddenly grew wider, a gasp escaping his lips, "Oohh... can I take it off and see?" Without waiting for an answer, the overly-excited boy reached up to remove Fay's eyepatch.
That's it...
Before Andy could succeed, Fay spun back around in his seat, raising his hand anxiously for the teacher to address him.
"Yes, Mr. Fluorite?"
"Can I please be excused?"
The teacher nodded solemnly.
Dashing out of the room as fast as possible, Fay fled down the first long hallway, taking a right turn by the water fountains at the corner of the hall. Slowing his pace a little, he sighed in relief.
Did that boy have no common sense? It seemed like most, though Fay acted cheerful, joyous, and somewhat mischievous around the general public - people still felt the protective barrier Fay had built around himself, and subconsciously strayed away from approaching him in such a manner. Andy, without understanding the danger, had stepped past the boundary...
Fay had to force himself to leave that room right there and then. That human's actions could have had drastic consequences for the both of them.
...blood? There was no mistaking it, the crimson fluid of life, a vampyre's, nonetheless. The strongest scent of vampyre he had ever deciphered in blood. Usually, vampyre's blood had still the faint reek of human amongst it, left from when they we're changed. Even if they we're born immortal, a vampyre's blood still possessed this lingering factor. This, however, had such a vampyric purity that his senses couldn't even sift out any mortal substance in it...
Curiously, and somewhat apprehensively, he sauntered forward in the direction of the the peculiar scent's origin. Taking a final turn among the corridors, he found Frost along the awaiting hallway. Slowing, he continued to approach her, stopping about a meter away from the vampyre. His eye immediately took in her wound, which was ceaselessly seeping the blood he scented earlier. That explains it...
"....Frosty?" Fay slowly pronounced her name, his eye deterring from it's focus on her hand, and resting on her face, "...what happened to your hand?" He asked in uneasing concern. |
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Post by +Zeus+ on Jan 7, 2009 18:04:36 GMT -5
Taking notice in a new presence, Frost wondered if it was a vampyre or human...or Lycanthrope. Deciding to find out who, she paused mid-step and swiftly changed her stance, to face on who it was. 'Fay? What is he doing here?' Was the first thought to enter her mind. Orbs on his eye as it examined her fresh wound, she caught and held his gaze easily, when his gaze diverted to her face.
Tightening her injured hand into a clentched fist for a moment, she opened her hand, showing him the wound. A slightly abashed sigh escaping her parted lips, as if she was embarest about what happened to cause the cut on her palm, yet she answered anyway, hearing the discomfort and concern in his voice. "I was in woodshop, and stabbed myself with a carving knife by accident," Frost responded, closing her hand again, to try and slow down the bleeding.
Shifting her stance to a curious one, her eyes looked him over once before returning to his eye. "What about you, are you ok?" Asking him simply, he looked fine. So something must have almost happened, or someone had personally hurt him. Was he being picked on? That thought pissed Frost off, she would seriously kill anyone who dared harm him in anyway.
Fay and Dezzy were her favorites, that may sound a bit mean for the other vampyres of the coven. Yet, they just were, they were also two of the first ones she had changed. So Frost cared for the two much more then was really needed, it was just a knee jerk reaction, if anyone tried to harm your friends you would try and kick their ass right, who wouldn't? [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by }Fay_D._Fluorite{ on Jan 9, 2009 18:08:10 GMT -5
"I was in woodshop, and stabbed myself with a carving knife by accident,"
"Oh... I'm sorry, that looks painful, Frosty..." After flickering momentarily to her painful-looking wound, then returning to meet Frost's eyes once again, Fay's warm, golden eye softened sympathetically on hers as she explained her dilemma, catching her slight humiliation of the ordeal. He knew it wasn't the result of plain carelessness, since Frost was usually wisely cautious, especially considering her age. Must simply have been an accident. He decided not to bother her any further about it, not wanting to add to her embarrassment.
His eye widened as he took in her query, once distinguishing it, his orb shied away from her gaze, looking down sightlessly to the side, "N-nothing's wrong, really. I'm fine now..." Fay muttered absently, his intentions completely against troubling Frost with his diligent problem. It was over now, anyway, so why bother someone else with it? It really wasn't important, anyhow, he would handle it on his own, somehow. He didn't want Frost to worry or dwell on it, so he wouldn't even bother mentioning it.
Nevertheless, it was kind of reassuring that she asked, or even cared about his well-being. That fact in itself was comforting, and it slightly lightened the burden on his heart, having her around. It kind of worried him, though, that they we're so close, it made it hard to hide things from her.
Though, in a sense, it made him at least more determined to hide his melancholia from the ones he loved, since they're happiness was even more significant to him rather than the happiness of a complete stranger.
But how much could you possibly hide from someone who could read your very thoughts? |
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Post by +Zeus+ on Jan 10, 2009 20:35:21 GMT -5
Glancing her hand over, Frost shrugged. "I'm fine, doesn't hurt really." Frost murmured, mostly to herself, as she poked the gash with her other hands index finger. Retreving her finger, she looked at the blood that remained on the top of her finger, grrr she was probally going to have to feed soon after school because of losing blood. What a pain in the ass, she didn't want to go and seduce a guy alone just to bite him. Yet by now, she was bound to be pretty good at it, having done it over the past few years. Having one hand clentched and the other one with the blood tipped finger, she kept both hands safetly away from her clothes. She could lick the blood off of her finger and make that hand safe to use again, without staining anything with blood, but tasting her own blood? Kinda seemed...weird.
Her gaze remained curious to see what had been troubling Fay before hand, but they become slightly disappointed when he decided against telling her. His gaze shifted to the tiled floor, and Frost watched him stubbornly. It was fine if he didn't want to tell her, but she would rather know, just because she wanted too. "O.K. then, but you know, don't hesitate to tell me anything that's bothering you, sometimes it's better to tell a friend then keep it bottled up inside. Because a bottle can only hold so much until it overflows." Frost said, rocking back on her heels and balancing they're. A kind smile was on her face, and she didn't look as old as she was at ALL, more like her seventeen, eighteen looking self.
((Short. post. -kills self-)) [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by }Fay_D._Fluorite{ on Jan 11, 2009 16:25:13 GMT -5
((Oh no! Frosteh! -cries over dead body-))
Fay seemed to ease up at her reply, relief becoming a key factor of the smile he now wore, "That's good. I'm glad it doesn't hurt you," He added innocently.
Hearing her response, and her comparison of him to a bottle, Fay's gaze moved from the floor and back to hers. She was wearing a kind smile, as if to encourage him to tell her. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, as if trying to keep his decision not to tell her steadfast, "...so your comparing me to a bottle, huh?" Fay inquired, a slight, dark chuckle escaping his lips after he said so, "I think I can manage, though, I mean, I've been able to do it this long already. It's for the best. Why should more than one person have to carry a burden when the otherwise is still possible? It all seems pretty inconvenient..."
Saying this, though, he wished he could look away from her, his decision wavering by the second due to her evident curiosity. Besides, the disappointment her eyes emitted when he refused to tell her, it was bothering him, "Frosty, will it make you feel better if I do tell you?" He said slowly and guiltily, his eye still self-consciously on hers. |
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Post by +Zeus+ on Jan 11, 2009 19:10:39 GMT -5
((Don't cry! -cries and hugs- Why we crying...))
"Yah, It won't hurt me. But it might kill me if I don't get something to stop the bleeding soon," Frost said, the wound was still bleeding, dripping slightly onto the other hand that cupped beneath it. She was so wrapped up in the conversation though, that she barely noticed that it had began to bleed quite a bit. She should really get a bandage or something. "Gahh I'll be right back, don't move. I'm going to get a bandage." Frost said, showing that she would return. Taking off in a fast sprint to the office, she slowed when approaching it. Asking the woman at the counter for a bandage, Frost took it and sprinted back over to where Fay was before the woman asked any questions. Wrapping it around her injured hand, she tightened and tied it before giving Fay her full attention once more.
Frowning slightly, Frost leaned back against the wall and watched Fay. With his bottle comment she seemed to shrink slightly, as if she had said something that she thought would have been better off unsaid. "Sorry," Frost said, she had found that she might have hit a sensitive spot with Fay, which she didn't realize until he spoke. It bothered her slightly, the way he was thinking at the moment, a normal person would breakdown if they had as much things in mind as Fay probably had.
Turning her gaze from him to the ceiling, they became guarded slightly, as if hiding her emotions. She didn't want to show anything that would bother Fay more. "It doesn't matter if you tell me or not, I shouldn't bug something out of you." Saying this, her voice was guarded like her eyes for the same reason. [/color][/blockquote] |
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