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A Warm Afternoon"How did you get two detentions in one day?"
Tora gave Raine an annoyed look. They were walking side by side on the crowded sidewalk, while a warm spring breeze ran through the air, playing with the teenagers' hair. It annoyed Tora to hell. Using his hands to keep his bangs in place, he grunted. "It's not my fault. That history teacher is insane."
Raine hid a smile behind her hands and giggled softly. "More like, he's the only one not afraid of you."
Tora frowned. "Like I said, he's insane. You know, you didn't have to wait for me."
Raine continued to smile as she said, "Someone had to stay and make sure you didn't bail."
Tora scoffed and made a childish whine. "I've been alive for centuries. I don't need a damn twenty-something year old telling me what to think, and ordering me around."
Raine laughed. "That's their job. Besides, you're sixteen right now, and you certainly don't act like you've been around for centuries."
Smiling wider, she pointed to his head where he had been at
Nightmare- UnfinishedShe was crying, he could feel it. He didn't know how he knew, their bond caused them to share physical wounds, not emotional ones. This feeling was more of an instinct, or maybe it was just his dark soul reaching out to her pure one. Either way, it made Tora get out of his makeshift bed. Scratching the back of his head, he quietly made his way through the familiar halls of the apartment, and passed the doors of different rooms, till he finally reached Raine's. Softly turning the doorknob, Tora peeked inside her room. Sure enough, he could see the outline of her tensed and curled up body, and the tears sliding down her pained face shined softly with the moon's light. Another nightmare.
Tora made his way into Raine's room and pulled up a chair by the side of her bed. He watched her face for a few seconds before gently wiping away her tears. She often had nightmares like this. Her body would writhe and stiffen, but she would never call out, even as tears streamed down her face, nor would
BelligerenceHe could never really say where the anger came from. It was just there, silent and staring, as he got up in the morning. When he left his room and made his way down the cold hallway, it would follow, brushing up against his legs, and sometimes grabbing at the hem of his pants. As he entered the kitchen and tried to find breakfast in an empty fridge, it would laugh mockingly with its childlike fingers prodding his back. However, when he made his way into the living room, his feet scraping against empty and forgotten beer bottles, the anger grew. It whispered to him, begging, and coaxing. Its hot fingers caressed his cheeks and ears, making them burn as the pungent smell of alcohol hit his nose.
Cautiously, he walked toward the couch, only to halt when the sleeping form of his father came into view. The man's limbs poked out randomly from underneath a large blanket and drool dripped down from the man's open mouth. The anger bristled, hissing while raking its nails against his back. Slowl
Basic Rules for LifeProper Etiquette and Rules for Basics.
Any rules broken will be followed by a punishment decided by the offended.
1. When being spoken to by an Elemental, stand still with your hands at your sides, and always look directly at the person speaking.
2. When entering a room occupied by an Elemental, keep your voice down and speak as little as possible.
3. Always respond and follow an order given to you by an Elemental. Unless it is of a sexual nature or is harmful to yourself or another.
4. Never interrupt or offer your opinion in a conversation among Elementals.
5. Always properly address your superiors.
6. Whenever you encounter an Elemental, unless being spoken to, you are to make yourself as invisible as possible (staying away from the Elemental, avoiding eye contact, etc.)
7. Never raise your hand against, or attempt to hurt an Elemental.
8. Never wear anything too colorful, too decorated, or too revealing.
9. Hair must always be kept short. For males, it must be shorter than the bott
Aubrey ProfileAubrey Bristow
Hair: Dark brunette hair, usually in two pig tails. On one pig tail she has a dyed streak of neon blue.
Skin: Light tan
Birthday: Oct. 13th
Clothing: White jacket, a blue t-shirt with musical notes all over it, a denim skirt, and black sandals. When in battle she wears a black hooded cloak.
Family: Her mother and father were both killed in a car crash when she was a baby. Aubrey was pulled from the wreckage safely, but she still has some scars to remind her. Now she lives with her adoptive father, mother, and siblings.
Personality: Shes a very bubbly and optimistic girl. She has a teasing and playful nature that could be considered flirtatious. She enjoys making people laugh and is a very motherly type of character. She also trusts people rather easily and can make friends with almost anyone. However, she can also be rather blunt and rude.
Abilities: Shes a reincarnation of one of the most powerful mages in the past, who c
Devin ProfileDevin Reed
Hair: Short light brown hair with side swept bangs that covers one eye (hiding a scar on that eye). The tips of his bangs are dyed black, looking as if they were dipped in ink.
Eyes: Dark gray eyes, sometimes they even look black.
Birthday: Oct. 13th
Clothing: Navy t-shirt with a large baby blue smiley face thats frowning, black skinny jeans, and black sneakers. He wears a black sweat band on one wrist and a watch on the other. When in battle he wears a white hooded cloak.
Family: Father and Stepmother.
Personality: Hes angsty and has a very quick temper. He does have a soft side but he likes to keep it hidden (very hidden). Hes very prideful and has a quick tongue. His mother left his father and him when he was young, causing him to have some abandonment issues. He doesnt like people getting close to him, but once you are, he is stubbornly loyal and wont let you go. It takes a lot for others to gain his resp
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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