Introduction
Moonlit Bay Boarding School
Luxurious and prestige.
Schools only the finest bred sons and daughters of it's legacies.
Founded by Dalton Bay (1898- 1943)
Welcome to our school.
~Araminta B. Pollbridge~
Moonlit Bay Boarding School lies in the middle of an exclusive island that houses every part of the fine institution.
Students start coming in on the 8th of August to celebrate the birth of it's founder, Dalton Bay.
School start 4 days after, when much introduction and preparations has been done.
Old and new students meet and greet and then a welcoming ball on the second day,
Special class sign up on the third,
Club promotion on the fourth,
then school on the fifth.
Cliques are formed and recruits.
Creating a huge gap between the student body.
But one day at a detention class everything went wrong.
This students started felling the paranormal.
Will it make them leave the school or decide- to investigate?
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History:
Dr. Dalton Marvin Bay, PhD
- Born August. 8, 1898. A psychologist and psychiatrist who performed the best clinical advise for the rich and famous. He helped them over come depression and the likes.
He founded the Moonlit Bay Boarding School for children who wanted to be like him. Later on, it's alumni started making their children attend the same alma mater thus creating the legacies.
He was no where to be found on the eve of his 45th birthday. People say he became a psychopath over the paranormal where in nobody believed in during that time. People claimed he got crazy because he was such a genius he no longer can distinguish reality from imagination.
His body was found floating in the lake where a shrine was formed in his memory.
Students start coming in on the 8th of August to celebrate the birth of it's founder, Dalton Bay.
School start 4 days after, when much introduction and preparations has been done.
Old and new students meet and greet and then a welcoming ball on the second day,
Special class sign up on the third,
Club promotion on the fourth,
then school on the fifth.
Cliques are formed and recruits.
Creating a huge gap between the student body.
But one day at a detention class everything went wrong.
This students started felling the paranormal.
Will it make them leave the school or decide- to investigate?
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History:
Dr. Dalton Marvin Bay, PhD
- Born August. 8, 1898. A psychologist and psychiatrist who performed the best clinical advise for the rich and famous. He helped them over come depression and the likes.
He founded the Moonlit Bay Boarding School for children who wanted to be like him. Later on, it's alumni started making their children attend the same alma mater thus creating the legacies.
He was no where to be found on the eve of his 45th birthday. People say he became a psychopath over the paranormal where in nobody believed in during that time. People claimed he got crazy because he was such a genius he no longer can distinguish reality from imagination.
His body was found floating in the lake where a shrine was formed in his memory.
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This RPG is inspired by Ghost Hunter, TAPS, Destination Truth. Ghost hunting, paranormal societies and events.
We created this RPG to have a roleplay that focuses on paranormal groups that uncovers mysteries that stand before them.
They met at a detention class, well they've met before but they experience a hair-raising event during detention. being from different kinds of cliques they clashed in the beginning but after uncovering the first mystery they decided to form a secret club to investigate other mysteries.
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The trees started to sway violently towards one direction as the grass parted, looking like people stuck on the ground but wanted to break free. The noise of the chopper's engine filled the landing with a huge H on it. After a few minutes a man jumped off and assisted a young woman as she boarded off the helicopter. Next a man in a fine customized suite followed.
As soon as it was safe to take off again, the helicopter left.
Marcus SL. Huntington always arrives in style and he wouldn't dream of not letting his only daughter receive the fruits of his labor and wealth. But Sophia Huntington never understood her father. She can just arrive in the island using a yacht just like everyone else or perhaps a small boat.
A man welcomed them. And as far her ears let her listen, Sophia heard he was one of the legacies who decided to teach at their alma mater. Her father called him Lucas and was introduced to her as Mr. Greyer. Her father explained that he was the best with accounting and that teaching Mathematics was just one of his whims. Both men laughed, apparently they were of the same batch at the very same school.
Sophia grabbed the DsLr which strap hang on her neck like a huge necklace. She might as well treat it as her priceless accessory because she treasures her camera like expensive jewelry. Well they are top of the line, who wouldn't. Soon she was snapping pictures of the scenery and buildings that filled the private island where her new boarding school was situated.
This was actually the 5th school she will be attending for her higher education. Long story short, her parents and grandparents decided to make her attend the school they all went to in case it changes her attitude with things.
Sophia is an adventurer, she always gets in trouble but mostly gets away with it with her scheming talents of persuasion. She loves to put herself in crazy situations, some even endangered her life. Her family never understood her, but they knew she got it from her great grand mother, Stella.
"Sophia, darling. This way." Her father called her attention when he noticed she was drifting a bit too far from where they should be heading. Well it was the structure in the middle of the lake that caught her eye. It stands in the middle of the lake on the other side of the island. It looks like a stone gazebo. She wondered what it could be.
She decided to take a few snaps of the marking and jogged back to her father and his companion. Soon they entered a large oak wood door and into the biggest building among the others. It was really old, Sophia knows it. She read the pamphlet her parents gave her when they announced her "verdict". It was built in the late 1890's but something in the air bothered her.
"Daddy, is this place hunted?" She grabbed her father's hand and playfully tugged it as she whispered the words.
He gave out a hearty laugh that echoed on the ancient halls. "Darling, you do have an interest for the supernatural, don't you?"
They continued walking just behind Mr. Greyer as he continued to tell her, "Well during my time, they said it was. But I've never seen or experienced anything. So might as well be a hoax, right?" A faint British accent was still obvious as he squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead.
"But-" Her words were cut off when Mr. Greyer opened two huge doors and exposed a large conference area that was turned into a dining conference. Large round tables filled the huge area as it was filled by a parent and a student each.
"Marcus, this way please. I believe you and your daughter belong to table 8" Mr. Greyer ushered them to one of the finely decorated tables.
First day is always during the 8th of August. Again, according to the pamphlet she had. It was to welcome the students and celebrate it's founder's birthday. The birth of Dr. Dalton Marvin Bay, PhD.
Soon the hall was filled. Champagne glasses clinking and soft laughs echoed as expensive perfumes and tobaccos filled the air.
Sophia waited for the Dean to start the program and she's ready to roam around campus and have a little adventure.
As soon as it was safe to take off again, the helicopter left.
Marcus SL. Huntington always arrives in style and he wouldn't dream of not letting his only daughter receive the fruits of his labor and wealth. But Sophia Huntington never understood her father. She can just arrive in the island using a yacht just like everyone else or perhaps a small boat.
A man welcomed them. And as far her ears let her listen, Sophia heard he was one of the legacies who decided to teach at their alma mater. Her father called him Lucas and was introduced to her as Mr. Greyer. Her father explained that he was the best with accounting and that teaching Mathematics was just one of his whims. Both men laughed, apparently they were of the same batch at the very same school.
Sophia grabbed the DsLr which strap hang on her neck like a huge necklace. She might as well treat it as her priceless accessory because she treasures her camera like expensive jewelry. Well they are top of the line, who wouldn't. Soon she was snapping pictures of the scenery and buildings that filled the private island where her new boarding school was situated.
This was actually the 5th school she will be attending for her higher education. Long story short, her parents and grandparents decided to make her attend the school they all went to in case it changes her attitude with things.
Sophia is an adventurer, she always gets in trouble but mostly gets away with it with her scheming talents of persuasion. She loves to put herself in crazy situations, some even endangered her life. Her family never understood her, but they knew she got it from her great grand mother, Stella.
"Sophia, darling. This way." Her father called her attention when he noticed she was drifting a bit too far from where they should be heading. Well it was the structure in the middle of the lake that caught her eye. It stands in the middle of the lake on the other side of the island. It looks like a stone gazebo. She wondered what it could be.
She decided to take a few snaps of the marking and jogged back to her father and his companion. Soon they entered a large oak wood door and into the biggest building among the others. It was really old, Sophia knows it. She read the pamphlet her parents gave her when they announced her "verdict". It was built in the late 1890's but something in the air bothered her.
"Daddy, is this place hunted?" She grabbed her father's hand and playfully tugged it as she whispered the words.
He gave out a hearty laugh that echoed on the ancient halls. "Darling, you do have an interest for the supernatural, don't you?"
They continued walking just behind Mr. Greyer as he continued to tell her, "Well during my time, they said it was. But I've never seen or experienced anything. So might as well be a hoax, right?" A faint British accent was still obvious as he squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead.
"But-" Her words were cut off when Mr. Greyer opened two huge doors and exposed a large conference area that was turned into a dining conference. Large round tables filled the huge area as it was filled by a parent and a student each.
"Marcus, this way please. I believe you and your daughter belong to table 8" Mr. Greyer ushered them to one of the finely decorated tables.
First day is always during the 8th of August. Again, according to the pamphlet she had. It was to welcome the students and celebrate it's founder's birthday. The birth of Dr. Dalton Marvin Bay, PhD.
Soon the hall was filled. Champagne glasses clinking and soft laughs echoed as expensive perfumes and tobaccos filled the air.
Sophia waited for the Dean to start the program and she's ready to roam around campus and have a little adventure.
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Annalee stood outside the car with her bags tucked under her arms while her parents drove away. “Some goodbye.” She scoffed to herself while walking towards the large entrance. Licking her lips, she began to look around at the scenery. Something was causing the hairs on her arms to stand up on end; it was driving her mad. Scratching at her arms she dropped her bags on the steps and decided to explore before entering the room. She was going to stay here so she might as well.
Smirking out of interest she moved towards a large tree and closed her eyes. Something felt close to her, too close for comfort. Eyes snapping open she began to gaze around frightened now. Heart racing, sweat starting to rise she rushed towards her bags feeling as though she were being chased. “Leave me alone.” She yelled out while whirling around.
“Something the matter?” Jumping, Annalee turned towards the voice and sighed. Maybe it had been one of the butlers the whole time. Something told her that it hadn’t been, but one could believe. Right?
“Sorry, just got spooked is all.” The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he picked up her bags and lead her towards the dining hall where everyone was already drinking and laughing. “You are at table nine ma’am.” Thanking the man Annalee sat down at the table and began to drink some of the champagne still a bit scared.
Smirking out of interest she moved towards a large tree and closed her eyes. Something felt close to her, too close for comfort. Eyes snapping open she began to gaze around frightened now. Heart racing, sweat starting to rise she rushed towards her bags feeling as though she were being chased. “Leave me alone.” She yelled out while whirling around.
“Something the matter?” Jumping, Annalee turned towards the voice and sighed. Maybe it had been one of the butlers the whole time. Something told her that it hadn’t been, but one could believe. Right?
“Sorry, just got spooked is all.” The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he picked up her bags and lead her towards the dining hall where everyone was already drinking and laughing. “You are at table nine ma’am.” Thanking the man Annalee sat down at the table and began to drink some of the champagne still a bit scared.
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Sophia sighed as her father continued to catch up for ole time sakes with his former classmates. She poked at her Tuna Carpaccio and pushed around the side dish. She did eat more than half of her food but it starts to get bland when she has no one to talk with.
After pulling out her phone to check for any messages from the people she met from different parts of the world while she was on her adventures. But there was nothing, she did another sigh at the thought of how pathetic it feels to be stuck in the middle of all the laughter and champagne glass clicking.
Her eyes scanned around the extravagant hall and decided to walk around. She stood up and was about to tell her father about her plan when her brown peepers got caught by a figure of a man who was walking out of the hall really fast. He had a weird mustache that seems to be really old fashion. She got up and tried to ran after the man out of curiousity of his appearance. Her open-toed, peach colored, kitten heels clanked on the marble floor as her dress got whipped by the speed.
On her way towards the exit where the man left off, she accidentally bumped into a seat where a girl her age was sitting and was sipping champagne. "Oh my God! I am so sorry! I..." She tried to look at the man if she can still see him as he currently went out of the huge oak doors, Sophia returned her gaze back at the girl (Triple_L). "I am really really sorry, It's just that I'm in a real hurry. I..." She tried to look if the man was still in sight but he was soon gone. Without finishing her apology she rushed off the see the man. She can deal with the girl later, most likely she is one of the students in the school but the man was far more interesting at the moment.
Soon she was near the large silver door knobs, she reached for one when a rush of cold air and nausea filled her. Sophia almost wobbled but she regained her balance and stopped. Her hand still around the knob when she saw something in her head. A man... The Man, he was reading a book with ancient symbols. He was sweating furiously as candles and oil bottles surrounded him. "Sophia," He suddenly stared at her as if she was in the same room as he was.
"Sophia!" She felt a large hand touched her both shoulders but it filled her with warmth.
"Sophia! Darling, are you alright?" It was her father. He grabbed her and hugged her worriedly. She still felt
"Darling, what's the matter?" He held her cold and clammy hands and guided her back to their table.
"Nothing dad, maybe I just had too many champagne," She lied.
"Your hands are really cold, what have you been doing?" He sandwiched her hand after another as he rubbed to give them heat.
"I'm alright Daddy," She smiled and sipped some water to dry her parched throat.
"You always get yourself in trouble young lady. You should stop doing that or you'll give me a heart attack," He drank some champagne as he advised her daughter.
"I'll be alright! I'm and adult now," She gave off a faint laugh and regained her composure.
After pulling out her phone to check for any messages from the people she met from different parts of the world while she was on her adventures. But there was nothing, she did another sigh at the thought of how pathetic it feels to be stuck in the middle of all the laughter and champagne glass clicking.
Her eyes scanned around the extravagant hall and decided to walk around. She stood up and was about to tell her father about her plan when her brown peepers got caught by a figure of a man who was walking out of the hall really fast. He had a weird mustache that seems to be really old fashion. She got up and tried to ran after the man out of curiousity of his appearance. Her open-toed, peach colored, kitten heels clanked on the marble floor as her dress got whipped by the speed.
On her way towards the exit where the man left off, she accidentally bumped into a seat where a girl her age was sitting and was sipping champagne. "Oh my God! I am so sorry! I..." She tried to look at the man if she can still see him as he currently went out of the huge oak doors, Sophia returned her gaze back at the girl (Triple_L). "I am really really sorry, It's just that I'm in a real hurry. I..." She tried to look if the man was still in sight but he was soon gone. Without finishing her apology she rushed off the see the man. She can deal with the girl later, most likely she is one of the students in the school but the man was far more interesting at the moment.
Soon she was near the large silver door knobs, she reached for one when a rush of cold air and nausea filled her. Sophia almost wobbled but she regained her balance and stopped. Her hand still around the knob when she saw something in her head. A man... The Man, he was reading a book with ancient symbols. He was sweating furiously as candles and oil bottles surrounded him. "Sophia," He suddenly stared at her as if she was in the same room as he was.
"Sophia!" She felt a large hand touched her both shoulders but it filled her with warmth.
"Sophia! Darling, are you alright?" It was her father. He grabbed her and hugged her worriedly. She still felt
"Darling, what's the matter?" He held her cold and clammy hands and guided her back to their table.
"Nothing dad, maybe I just had too many champagne," She lied.
"Your hands are really cold, what have you been doing?" He sandwiched her hand after another as he rubbed to give them heat.
"I'm alright Daddy," She smiled and sipped some water to dry her parched throat.
"You always get yourself in trouble young lady. You should stop doing that or you'll give me a heart attack," He drank some champagne as he advised her daughter.
"I'll be alright! I'm and adult now," She gave off a faint laugh and regained her composure.
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The yacht docked at the end of the wooden planking, tied firmly before a bridge was dropped between the two sections. A compartment was opened while the deckhands ushered a gleaming chestnut mare — wearing a blanket emblazoned with the Cross family crest and her name, Valentina, in brilliant gold — from below deck, walking her across the bridge and onto the dock. Her eyes were covered, though I was certain that she would take the orders without fuss. I emerged to her right side with a hand on her covered rump, speaking soft words to her. She nickered a response to my soothing words, following at the end of the lead clipped to her white travel halter. It was made of a soft silk rope, loose so that it wouldn't rub her skin raw and make unattractive callouses on her perfect, feminine face.
The beauty's ears were pinned back, and to someone with little experience in the equine behaviour, it would appear like anger, but I saw her listening intently to me and continued to speak, my hand never leaving her body. Before long, we were on land once again, and the blindfold was removed, the lead rope — which was merely braided gold and white Italian silk — handed off to me. I stroked her face and neck, watching as my bags were unloaded from the yacht, and eventually, my mother, Tristessa Carrieanne "Tessa" Crosse, emerged from below deck as well, a small pony in tow. She made her way to meet me, the pony trotting after her on a long lead. He marvelled at the sound his hooves made on the wood underneath him and perked his ears to hear it more closely. Halfway across, he let out a delighted whinny and tossed his head, breaking into a short-lived canter to catch up to Tessa, who drew in the rope and pulled his head back to slow him.
"River, what are you doing?" Tessa asked as she stepped up to me, and the pony, Masquerade, dropped his head to graze. "I'll take Valentina, and you get in there to the ceremony. They'll be waiting for us."
The last comment came from the Crosses known for being habitually late for most occassions. And this one was no exception. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was true — we were late once again. Not surprizing though, really. I handed Valentina's lead to my mother, who stood with a stablehand while they sorted out stall arrangements for Valentina and Masquerade — they had to be right next to eachother, or they got lonely. I heard the stablehand ask why we needed to bring the pony as well. The answer was simple — they were best friends. Valentina never went anywhere with out Masquerade, and Masquerade never went anywhere without Valentina. The two were glued at the withers... or rather, his withers were glued to her barrel, because he was quite a bit shorter than she was.
I spared a look back at Valentina, smiling at the way she nudged a sleepy-looking Masquerade. But there was something else that caught my attention. A man who seemed to be thoroughly examining my perfectly proportioned import, seemingly pleased with her. I furrowed my brow, cocking my head slightly. Who was he? And why was he dressed so strangely? My mother waved me onward, and I looked at her, losing sight of the man completely. I shivered and turned around. It was strange how he just disappeared like that.... But I forced myself not to think about it — I was already beginning to sweat.
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I made my way into the conference room, met by a butler who told me that I would be seated at table five. I nodded, and made my way over, stopped on the way by a man who looked to be in his mid-forties. "Young man, where is your mother?"
I was about to say something rude in remark to this, but I held my tongue. "She's discussing something with one of the stablehands. She should be in momentarily."
"Ah.... Tell her to come see me when this is over, would you?" He smiled, and this was all it took for me to recognize my mother's old friend from school. I had seen him a few times when entering private schools. He had two sons that were my age, and they always competed against me in the riding clubs, though I was clearly more natural, coming out on top every time. This man was George Millar, and he was my father's second cousin.
"Yeah, sure. I can do that," I told him, and then his smile turned into a smirk.
"I suppose she's probably aged well, like a fine wine. How long has it been now, since my cousin's death? Two years? I think her mourning period is well past over."
I shivered again, but for an entirely different reason. George Millar was so weird, I always thought that talking to him made me feel like I was covered in thousands of insects, crawling all over my body. I turned away from him and continued until I found my seat, and sat down, taking up my champagne glass quickly. I took a long drink, which my father would have scolded me for. But I didn't care. I had to shake the feeling of being watched, and though I wanted to figure that it was George Millar, it wasn't. I gave him a quick glance to confirm it. Then, I stared on past him at the other occupants of the room. George's twins, Jake and Ryan sat companionably with a young girl between them, both paying her all the attention she could hope for, while also hitting on eachother in the process. And it wasn't like they were being secretive about it either. All three of them were aware of what was going on — furthermore, they were all enjoying it. I had always known that those two were out of place.... It forced another shiver.
On a happier note, the saner girls in the room, who weren't obsessing over the gayest twins I had ever met, were good to look at — quite easy on the eyes. I was already refreshing the strategy that I used every time. Masquerade was the key. Boarding schools, horse shows, summer camps, parades; every girl I had met always fawned over the adorable little pony... and his gorgeous owner.
The beauty's ears were pinned back, and to someone with little experience in the equine behaviour, it would appear like anger, but I saw her listening intently to me and continued to speak, my hand never leaving her body. Before long, we were on land once again, and the blindfold was removed, the lead rope — which was merely braided gold and white Italian silk — handed off to me. I stroked her face and neck, watching as my bags were unloaded from the yacht, and eventually, my mother, Tristessa Carrieanne "Tessa" Crosse, emerged from below deck as well, a small pony in tow. She made her way to meet me, the pony trotting after her on a long lead. He marvelled at the sound his hooves made on the wood underneath him and perked his ears to hear it more closely. Halfway across, he let out a delighted whinny and tossed his head, breaking into a short-lived canter to catch up to Tessa, who drew in the rope and pulled his head back to slow him.
"River, what are you doing?" Tessa asked as she stepped up to me, and the pony, Masquerade, dropped his head to graze. "I'll take Valentina, and you get in there to the ceremony. They'll be waiting for us."
The last comment came from the Crosses known for being habitually late for most occassions. And this one was no exception. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was true — we were late once again. Not surprizing though, really. I handed Valentina's lead to my mother, who stood with a stablehand while they sorted out stall arrangements for Valentina and Masquerade — they had to be right next to eachother, or they got lonely. I heard the stablehand ask why we needed to bring the pony as well. The answer was simple — they were best friends. Valentina never went anywhere with out Masquerade, and Masquerade never went anywhere without Valentina. The two were glued at the withers... or rather, his withers were glued to her barrel, because he was quite a bit shorter than she was.
I spared a look back at Valentina, smiling at the way she nudged a sleepy-looking Masquerade. But there was something else that caught my attention. A man who seemed to be thoroughly examining my perfectly proportioned import, seemingly pleased with her. I furrowed my brow, cocking my head slightly. Who was he? And why was he dressed so strangely? My mother waved me onward, and I looked at her, losing sight of the man completely. I shivered and turned around. It was strange how he just disappeared like that.... But I forced myself not to think about it — I was already beginning to sweat.
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I made my way into the conference room, met by a butler who told me that I would be seated at table five. I nodded, and made my way over, stopped on the way by a man who looked to be in his mid-forties. "Young man, where is your mother?"
I was about to say something rude in remark to this, but I held my tongue. "She's discussing something with one of the stablehands. She should be in momentarily."
"Ah.... Tell her to come see me when this is over, would you?" He smiled, and this was all it took for me to recognize my mother's old friend from school. I had seen him a few times when entering private schools. He had two sons that were my age, and they always competed against me in the riding clubs, though I was clearly more natural, coming out on top every time. This man was George Millar, and he was my father's second cousin.
"Yeah, sure. I can do that," I told him, and then his smile turned into a smirk.
"I suppose she's probably aged well, like a fine wine. How long has it been now, since my cousin's death? Two years? I think her mourning period is well past over."
I shivered again, but for an entirely different reason. George Millar was so weird, I always thought that talking to him made me feel like I was covered in thousands of insects, crawling all over my body. I turned away from him and continued until I found my seat, and sat down, taking up my champagne glass quickly. I took a long drink, which my father would have scolded me for. But I didn't care. I had to shake the feeling of being watched, and though I wanted to figure that it was George Millar, it wasn't. I gave him a quick glance to confirm it. Then, I stared on past him at the other occupants of the room. George's twins, Jake and Ryan sat companionably with a young girl between them, both paying her all the attention she could hope for, while also hitting on eachother in the process. And it wasn't like they were being secretive about it either. All three of them were aware of what was going on — furthermore, they were all enjoying it. I had always known that those two were out of place.... It forced another shiver.
On a happier note, the saner girls in the room, who weren't obsessing over the gayest twins I had ever met, were good to look at — quite easy on the eyes. I was already refreshing the strategy that I used every time. Masquerade was the key. Boarding schools, horse shows, summer camps, parades; every girl I had met always fawned over the adorable little pony... and his gorgeous owner.
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"Sophia, you never fail to give me a heart attack. I swear I-" Her father's words were interrupted by a new face.
"Marcus SL. Huntington. The man I am just looking for, How are you compadre?"
Compadre?! What the heck is wrong with him? She thought to herself. He gave off an arrogant aura that made Sophia frown. He somewhat increased the nausea that was just starting to subside.
"George? George Millar?!" Her father stood up shocked and shook the man's hand.
"It's been too long. I'm so sorry about your brother's departure. My family and I offers our deepest condolences," Marcus placed his arm around his shoulder as if the were long time best friends.
Sophia rolled her eyes and knew her father was just being nice for the sake of... well, for the sake of being nice to an old classmate.
"Life moves on. We all expire," The man he called George managed to make a mocking joke.
"Daddy, is it okay if I get some fresh air outside?" Sophia butted in, she would have excused herself politely but she found it useless with such kind of person.
"Marcus, is this your unica hija? My, my, how beautiful she has grown. My twins would be delighted to meet her," George answered for her father.
"Well, maybe we can introduce you first before you head outside?" Her own father was reluctant with his answer but nonetheless stood up and followed the absurd man with her in tow. How could she get away when he held her hand tightly. Her father knew her all too well to let her walk alone, he knew she'd find a way to escape.
They arrived at a table where a couple of guys were flirting with a few girls. George cleared his throat to make their presence known.
"Father!" One of the twins remarked in surprise while the other played it cool which made her roll her eyes out of annoyance. The last thing she needs is a pair of ass-kiss preppy boys.
"Marcus and Sophia, these are my twin sons Jake and Ryan. Boys this is my old classmate, Marcus Huntington and his daughter Sophia," He introduced both parties with a bigger plan in his mind.
"Good afternoon," The two said in unison.
"A good afternoon to you to as well," Her father shook their hands but she just crossed her arms on her chest and waiting for everything to just end.
"Hi Sophia," The two did it again.
"Hi," She said back blandly, ignored their hands for the handshake and just gave them a fake smile.
"So can I go now?" She faced her father.
"Well-" Marcus was about to reply when she interrupted him and kissed him in the cheek and rushed off.
"Thanks!" Sophia chirply called from across another table as she went to get some breath of fresh air.
She rushed off to the terrace as she inhaled the warm and fresh air. Then a creepy cold wind suddenly swept past behind her that made her turn around. She was sure she was alone and when she did turn to look for someone who might be next to her she found herself solitarily scanning the terrace. She turned back around and shrugged. This time her eyes were again caught by the structure in the middle of the lake.
"Marcus SL. Huntington. The man I am just looking for, How are you compadre?"
Compadre?! What the heck is wrong with him? She thought to herself. He gave off an arrogant aura that made Sophia frown. He somewhat increased the nausea that was just starting to subside.
"George? George Millar?!" Her father stood up shocked and shook the man's hand.
"It's been too long. I'm so sorry about your brother's departure. My family and I offers our deepest condolences," Marcus placed his arm around his shoulder as if the were long time best friends.
Sophia rolled her eyes and knew her father was just being nice for the sake of... well, for the sake of being nice to an old classmate.
"Life moves on. We all expire," The man he called George managed to make a mocking joke.
"Daddy, is it okay if I get some fresh air outside?" Sophia butted in, she would have excused herself politely but she found it useless with such kind of person.
"Marcus, is this your unica hija? My, my, how beautiful she has grown. My twins would be delighted to meet her," George answered for her father.
"Well, maybe we can introduce you first before you head outside?" Her own father was reluctant with his answer but nonetheless stood up and followed the absurd man with her in tow. How could she get away when he held her hand tightly. Her father knew her all too well to let her walk alone, he knew she'd find a way to escape.
They arrived at a table where a couple of guys were flirting with a few girls. George cleared his throat to make their presence known.
"Father!" One of the twins remarked in surprise while the other played it cool which made her roll her eyes out of annoyance. The last thing she needs is a pair of ass-kiss preppy boys.
"Marcus and Sophia, these are my twin sons Jake and Ryan. Boys this is my old classmate, Marcus Huntington and his daughter Sophia," He introduced both parties with a bigger plan in his mind.
"Good afternoon," The two said in unison.
"A good afternoon to you to as well," Her father shook their hands but she just crossed her arms on her chest and waiting for everything to just end.
"Hi Sophia," The two did it again.
"Hi," She said back blandly, ignored their hands for the handshake and just gave them a fake smile.
"So can I go now?" She faced her father.
"Well-" Marcus was about to reply when she interrupted him and kissed him in the cheek and rushed off.
"Thanks!" Sophia chirply called from across another table as she went to get some breath of fresh air.
She rushed off to the terrace as she inhaled the warm and fresh air. Then a creepy cold wind suddenly swept past behind her that made her turn around. She was sure she was alone and when she did turn to look for someone who might be next to her she found herself solitarily scanning the terrace. She turned back around and shrugged. This time her eyes were again caught by the structure in the middle of the lake.
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"Marcus? George?" I turned when my mother entered the room, finally finished with negotiations, and practically ran up to the two who stood now at George's table while the twins returned to their duty, hitting less on eachother now that their father was standing just a little closer. She stepped around a girl who was leaving the room with a short, "Excuse me, sweetie." and continued on. Her dark curls bounced around her shoulders as she came up to them and took a hand each. "It's been so long, how have you both been?"
"I've been quite well. Thank you, Tessa." George smiled brightly and opened his mouth again, most likely to give his condolances on the loss of her husband, but she ignored him.
"Oh my God! Jake and Ryan! You've gotten so big!" She made her way over and hugged them both, one by one, kissing their foreheads around the girl between them.
"Well, it's been five years since we've seen you last." Jake commented, smiling up her innocently.
Ryan mirrored the look. "Did you expect us to stay thirteen forever?"
"Little charmers." She directed this comment at George, smiling brightly. I watched as Jake and Ryan's expressions changed to match hers. It made me grimace. "How've the tournaments been treating you?"
"We've taken last year off after our big wins in France," Ryan told her, and Jake nodded.
"And in Spain." Jake, the elder, thought for a moment. "After my accident in England, Ryan stayed off with me so that we could return together."
"We plan on entering the competition at Spruce Meadows next summer. We hope to see River there."
"We expect to see River there. We won't let him beat us again."
"That reminds me. Marcus, you haven't met my son, have you?" I tried to turn away, look invisible. But I guess I was too obvious. "River, come over here. Quit being anti-social; come meet my old friend."
I had no choice. I rose from my seat as slowly as possible and made my way over, my head hung. I looked up once, long enough to see the twins smirking at me like they were plotting the exact perfect way to kidnap me and roast me over an open bonfire. I looked away from them and at my mother. I guessed that I had formed a look of dread, because Tessa frowned and grabbed my hand when I came close enough.
"River, this is Marcus Huntington. Marcus, this is my son, River." She stopped and looked around for a moment. "Marcus, don't you have a daughter around his age?"
I looked up at George with no other lifeline, but he overlooked the plea for help. "Tristessa De Luca was a very popular actress back in her days here. Very beautiful, as well. I see she's retained that quality." He looked her over hungrily, causing me to shudder again. "I was surprized that I was able to get my chance with her; but she ended up marrying my cousin — your father — instead. Wouldn't it be nice to have Aaron here with us?"
"Not really," I muttered and turned my head away with a frown. I wasn't upset about his death. I had accepted it and moved on, just as my mother had done. "Mom, can I go now? Please?"
"Do whatever," she told me, releasing my hand. Gratefully, I made my way out of the room and out of tthe building as quickly as possible. It was way too much for me.
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When I stepped outside, I saw a girl staring out at the structure in the middle of the lake.... Some kind of monument to some Dalton Bay guy. He was the founder of the school, and all the students had to be here to celebrate his birthday. The girl intrigued me more that the monument did, and I took a few quiet steps toward her.
"Hey. What're you doing out here all alone?"
"I've been quite well. Thank you, Tessa." George smiled brightly and opened his mouth again, most likely to give his condolances on the loss of her husband, but she ignored him.
"Oh my God! Jake and Ryan! You've gotten so big!" She made her way over and hugged them both, one by one, kissing their foreheads around the girl between them.
"Well, it's been five years since we've seen you last." Jake commented, smiling up her innocently.
Ryan mirrored the look. "Did you expect us to stay thirteen forever?"
"Little charmers." She directed this comment at George, smiling brightly. I watched as Jake and Ryan's expressions changed to match hers. It made me grimace. "How've the tournaments been treating you?"
"We've taken last year off after our big wins in France," Ryan told her, and Jake nodded.
"And in Spain." Jake, the elder, thought for a moment. "After my accident in England, Ryan stayed off with me so that we could return together."
"We plan on entering the competition at Spruce Meadows next summer. We hope to see River there."
"We expect to see River there. We won't let him beat us again."
"That reminds me. Marcus, you haven't met my son, have you?" I tried to turn away, look invisible. But I guess I was too obvious. "River, come over here. Quit being anti-social; come meet my old friend."
I had no choice. I rose from my seat as slowly as possible and made my way over, my head hung. I looked up once, long enough to see the twins smirking at me like they were plotting the exact perfect way to kidnap me and roast me over an open bonfire. I looked away from them and at my mother. I guessed that I had formed a look of dread, because Tessa frowned and grabbed my hand when I came close enough.
"River, this is Marcus Huntington. Marcus, this is my son, River." She stopped and looked around for a moment. "Marcus, don't you have a daughter around his age?"
I looked up at George with no other lifeline, but he overlooked the plea for help. "Tristessa De Luca was a very popular actress back in her days here. Very beautiful, as well. I see she's retained that quality." He looked her over hungrily, causing me to shudder again. "I was surprized that I was able to get my chance with her; but she ended up marrying my cousin — your father — instead. Wouldn't it be nice to have Aaron here with us?"
"Not really," I muttered and turned my head away with a frown. I wasn't upset about his death. I had accepted it and moved on, just as my mother had done. "Mom, can I go now? Please?"
"Do whatever," she told me, releasing my hand. Gratefully, I made my way out of the room and out of tthe building as quickly as possible. It was way too much for me.
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When I stepped outside, I saw a girl staring out at the structure in the middle of the lake.... Some kind of monument to some Dalton Bay guy. He was the founder of the school, and all the students had to be here to celebrate his birthday. The girl intrigued me more that the monument did, and I took a few quiet steps toward her.
"Hey. What're you doing out here all alone?"
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"Hey. What're you doing out here all alone?" A voice startled her day dreaming sequences.
"Wha- Don't you scare me like that. Ever. Again." Sophia was almost clutching her heart out of surprise. She regained her composure in a matter of seconds but took a while before recapturing her breath because she find the stranger alluring.
"I... you... aherm I suppose you go here as well?" Her tone sounded both curious and unsure. Of course the guy would have to be a student. She almost hit her forehead with her palm for asking such obvious question but refrained from doing so.
"And to answer your question, I just needed some fresh air after-" She paused and figured if she would tell him about the strange man with the strange clothes and strange mustache but decided not to. "After a "twin" incident," She continued and used her fingers to quote and unquote the word twin.
"Sophia, and you are?" She offered her hand for a handshake.
"Hey. What're you doing out here all alone?" A voice startled her day dreaming sequences.
"Wha- Don't you scare me like that. Ever. Again." Sophia was almost clutching her heart out of surprise. She regained her composure in a matter of seconds but took a while before recapturing her breath because she find the stranger alluring.
"I... you... aherm I suppose you go here as well?" Her tone sounded both curious and unsure. Of course the guy would have to be a student. She almost hit her forehead with her palm for asking such obvious question but refrained from doing so.
"And to answer your question, I just needed some fresh air after-" She paused and figured if she would tell him about the strange man with the strange clothes and strange mustache but decided not to. "After a "twin" incident," She continued and used her fingers to quote and unquote the word twin.
"Sophia, and you are?" She offered her hand for a handshake.
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"Yeah, this is my last year." I watched in amusement the surprize that flashed over her face in an instant before disappearing. It made me smile, to think that she was so into the scenery that she had failed to notice my presence. There was always something about a girl who liked the view. Most of them turned out to be just as beautiful as their surroundings, and this one was no exception. She introduced herself as Sophia, and I took this as my invitation to come closer and stand next to her. I took her hand gently, and instead of shaking it, I turned on the charm that I had gotten from my father's side, turning her hand to kiss it softly.
"I'm River," I told her, standing upright, releasing her hand. "I'm guessing by 'twin'," At this I mirrored her air quotes. "You mean Jake and Ryan Millar? Don't worry about them. I've known them since we were kids; they might tell you how pretty you are and what they want to do with you, but they're doing it for their own benefit. If you've ever noticed, there's something kind of off about them? They're more in love with eachother than any girl they've ever claimed to have an interest in. Trust me; they're wierd, and their father's wierd too. I avoid them when it's possible, but the three of us are into equestrian sports; mostly show jumping and dressage, though I've started competing cross country to get away from them. Jake won't compete cross country anymore after his accident in England. His horse took a jump the wrong way and he ended up flying forward and getting trampled; I've gotta admit, he's lucky to be alive...."
"I'm River," I told her, standing upright, releasing her hand. "I'm guessing by 'twin'," At this I mirrored her air quotes. "You mean Jake and Ryan Millar? Don't worry about them. I've known them since we were kids; they might tell you how pretty you are and what they want to do with you, but they're doing it for their own benefit. If you've ever noticed, there's something kind of off about them? They're more in love with eachother than any girl they've ever claimed to have an interest in. Trust me; they're wierd, and their father's wierd too. I avoid them when it's possible, but the three of us are into equestrian sports; mostly show jumping and dressage, though I've started competing cross country to get away from them. Jake won't compete cross country anymore after his accident in England. His horse took a jump the wrong way and he ended up flying forward and getting trampled; I've gotta admit, he's lucky to be alive...."
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The touch of his lips on the back of her hand made her see some vision. A pair of brown horses, galloping freely but they don't look the same. Then a man and a beautiful woman. Then suddenly it jumped to a scene where River and the gorgeous lady were mourning while someone was being burried.
When River let go of her hand he started talking, he somehow knew who she was talking about when he mentioned twins.
She listened to his story but the image of the coffin made her want to ask him something.
"...I've gotta admit, he's lucky to be alive...." River finished.
"I... Do you mind me asking. Did you lost someone dear to your heart?" She faced him. Then she realized he might get offended.
"Oh great, me and my big mouth. I'm really sorry. I... Never mind, you don't have to answer my question. I..." She kept on stuttering and apologizing.
She knew she often cross borders and ask about things that were beyond her business. She can't help it if she kept seeing things when they touch her. Only her parents seem to be immune with her ability.
When River let go of her hand he started talking, he somehow knew who she was talking about when he mentioned twins.
She listened to his story but the image of the coffin made her want to ask him something.
"...I've gotta admit, he's lucky to be alive...." River finished.
"I... Do you mind me asking. Did you lost someone dear to your heart?" She faced him. Then she realized he might get offended.
"Oh great, me and my big mouth. I'm really sorry. I... Never mind, you don't have to answer my question. I..." She kept on stuttering and apologizing.
She knew she often cross borders and ask about things that were beyond her business. She can't help it if she kept seeing things when they touch her. Only her parents seem to be immune with her ability.
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I looked up at Sophia, shocked only by the absolute randomness of the question. "No, it's alright. I lost my father two years ago. We were all sitting down for dinner when he just... died. Right there at the table. I'll never forget it." I shook my head with a half smile. It's not that this was particularly funny, it was that I really hadn't thought about this in a while. Almost a year and a half, actually. My mother and I had both gotten over it quickly, me more so than her. Sometimes I thought she still cried for him, though she swore she didn't. "The autopsy said that he had gone into sudden cardiac arrest caused by some kind of poison in his wine; so I guess it was technically murder.... They never found out who did it, but they took one of our chefs to quiet the media."
I found it a little strange that she knew that someone close to me had died. I cocked my head slightly and furrowed my brows. "How did you know that? Come take a walk with me, and tell me how you knew." I offered her my arm like a 'proper gentleman' as my father would have said, and motioned back toward the stable.
I found it a little strange that she knew that someone close to me had died. I cocked my head slightly and furrowed my brows. "How did you know that? Come take a walk with me, and tell me how you knew." I offered her my arm like a 'proper gentleman' as my father would have said, and motioned back toward the stable.
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The whir of the boats engine was enough to give annoy the already potent headache Alondel had woken up with. It was a small price to pay for individuality though. Most of the kids going to Moonlit Bay came from wealthy or at least well off families and Alondel was no exception. The difference is most of them liked to show off their wealth with fancy yachts and even cruise ships. He even knew one girl who always arrived by helicopter. Alondel on the other hand never cared much for that, so just to shake things up in the conformity line he came to school on a motor boat; hand held over his face to block the spray of the ocean waves and the other steering him into the bay. Not that flashy, but that was kind of the point. Alondel would rather not stand out.
The engine whined down into a low buzz as the boat slowed and then finally cut off as Alondel drifted the watercraft into the harbor. The boat came to a halt next to the dock and Alondel tethered it to the nearest post. The wiccan swept his bag out of the boat and headed off towards the school hoping his headache would die down and he wouldn't have to curse any jocks today. All things considered; luck usually wasn't on his side.
The engine whined down into a low buzz as the boat slowed and then finally cut off as Alondel drifted the watercraft into the harbor. The boat came to a halt next to the dock and Alondel tethered it to the nearest post. The wiccan swept his bag out of the boat and headed off towards the school hoping his headache would die down and he wouldn't have to curse any jocks today. All things considered; luck usually wasn't on his side.
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Yet River didn't mind her bluntness. He even invited her for a walk as he found it curious as to why she knew about his lost.
"I guess so," Is what Sophia gave River for an answer for his invitation.
The thought of murder freaked her out. She admired River for being calm and positive even if he lost his father in a wrong way.
"It was just a hunch... you... you looked sad. As if you were still mourning, so I just figured it could be a reason," She lied. She wasn't about to open her dirty laundries to someone she just met, let alone a guy she could be crushing on.
She found a pebble and decided to kick it then tried to change the topic, "By the way I'm new here. Is there anything I should know about the place?" She grinned and caught a lady bug nestling on a sunflower. She knelt, leaned and tried to capture it's beauty a few feet away with her camera.
"Sorry, just couldn't let nature's beauty pass by just like that." Sophia apologized on her actions.
"Do you think the ceremony is starting already? Do you think we should head back?" Her brown hair shined as the sun hit it.
"I guess so," Is what Sophia gave River for an answer for his invitation.
The thought of murder freaked her out. She admired River for being calm and positive even if he lost his father in a wrong way.
"It was just a hunch... you... you looked sad. As if you were still mourning, so I just figured it could be a reason," She lied. She wasn't about to open her dirty laundries to someone she just met, let alone a guy she could be crushing on.
She found a pebble and decided to kick it then tried to change the topic, "By the way I'm new here. Is there anything I should know about the place?" She grinned and caught a lady bug nestling on a sunflower. She knelt, leaned and tried to capture it's beauty a few feet away with her camera.
"Sorry, just couldn't let nature's beauty pass by just like that." Sophia apologized on her actions.
"Do you think the ceremony is starting already? Do you think we should head back?" Her brown hair shined as the sun hit it.
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I shrugged slightly, watching as Sophia snapped a few pictures of the bug on the flower. When it came to things of this nature, I wasn't exactly certain about anything. Of course, I was a horse expert, and they were still considered some of nature's most beautiful creations. I had a one-up on any other guy just because of this; and a girl with a camera would definitely interested in my companions.
"Honestly, I don't mind living up to the Crosse reputation if you don't — late, ninety-five percent of the time." I looked back toward the school building once and wondered what the other occupants of the room were up to in there. I didn't really care because I had seen the ceremony enough times now that I basically knew it off by heart. "They're probably just going to tell us how Moonlit Bay isn't haunted by some guy's spirit or something, but I don't believe it. I'm sure that I've seen some freaky things happen around here — weird cold spots, things moving on their own, doors slamming, creepy shadows... you know. Normal stuff."
"Honestly, I don't mind living up to the Crosse reputation if you don't — late, ninety-five percent of the time." I looked back toward the school building once and wondered what the other occupants of the room were up to in there. I didn't really care because I had seen the ceremony enough times now that I basically knew it off by heart. "They're probably just going to tell us how Moonlit Bay isn't haunted by some guy's spirit or something, but I don't believe it. I'm sure that I've seen some freaky things happen around here — weird cold spots, things moving on their own, doors slamming, creepy shadows... you know. Normal stuff."
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"What do you mean? What creepy stuff?" Sophia was more interested this time.
"What is it that you see?" She stood up and walked to where he was.
She hoped she wasn't the only one getting scared and seeing crazy stuff. And maybe she did get her wish granted. But it also meant there was an element moving among them.
"What is it that you see?" She stood up and walked to where he was.
She hoped she wasn't the only one getting scared and seeing crazy stuff. And maybe she did get her wish granted. But it also meant there was an element moving among them.
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I shrugged slightly. She really seemed interested in this stuff.... "Well, I haven't really seen anything. But there's a strange feeling about this place. I've heard some crazy things. I mean, the most I've seen of this so-called ghost is just this morning. He was checking out my horse like he was thinking of buying her or something. He was wearing these weird clothes, like he just stepped out a history textbook; I blinked and he was gone." I shuddered, recalling that sighting once, and letting the image freeze in my head.
"What about you? Seen anything crazy yet? Other than those two idiots in the dining hall." Of course in reference to Jake and Ryan. And why not? I was here for three years, this would be my fourth, and they were definitely the scariest thing in the whole school.... Until this morning anyway.
"What about you? Seen anything crazy yet? Other than those two idiots in the dining hall." Of course in reference to Jake and Ryan. And why not? I was here for three years, this would be my fourth, and they were definitely the scariest thing in the whole school.... Until this morning anyway.
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"I... er... we really should head back to the hall, my dad might be looking for me already," Sophia tried to change the subject and quickly stood up and fixed her dress.
"I should head back, I'll just see you around. Nice meeting you River," With that, she walked as fast as she can without looking like she was avoiding something.
The green grass skidding against the soles of her shoes, she tried to avoid the dirt from sticking but one clump of dirt did get stuck. She paused by an arched walk-way. Sophia found a small stick to poke the dirt off, she bent and started removing it when she noticed a shadow passed by just a few inches from her back.
"River?" She called out.
But whom she thought the boy never answered back.
"River? Stop joking around," She started getting scared.
"Sophia..." A soft voice called out.
"Who's there?" She answered back.
"Wiry..."
"What? River stop it!"
"Wirowree"
"What the... it isn't funny anymore! I'm going back!" She quickly threw the stick away and jogged back to the hall.
She was then welcomed by the crowd she left earlier but something made her look back to where she was walking earlier. There stood the man she saw earlier. The man she attempted to follow. He was staring directly at her, then turned and then walked away. But Sophia didn't dare follow him this time.
"I should head back, I'll just see you around. Nice meeting you River," With that, she walked as fast as she can without looking like she was avoiding something.
The green grass skidding against the soles of her shoes, she tried to avoid the dirt from sticking but one clump of dirt did get stuck. She paused by an arched walk-way. Sophia found a small stick to poke the dirt off, she bent and started removing it when she noticed a shadow passed by just a few inches from her back.
"River?" She called out.
But whom she thought the boy never answered back.
"River? Stop joking around," She started getting scared.
"Sophia..." A soft voice called out.
"Who's there?" She answered back.
"Wiry..."
"What? River stop it!"
"Wirowree"
"What the... it isn't funny anymore! I'm going back!" She quickly threw the stick away and jogged back to the hall.
She was then welcomed by the crowd she left earlier but something made her look back to where she was walking earlier. There stood the man she saw earlier. The man she attempted to follow. He was staring directly at her, then turned and then walked away. But Sophia didn't dare follow him this time.
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The school hall was already crowded with teenagers. Of course everyone still managed to somehow stick to their clicks. Even as Alondel walked along the hallway he could make out the individual groups. The jocks hung out by the gym wrestling around and making fun of the occasional nerd that happened to draw to close. And the nerds had their own group, talking next to their lockers. Then their were the preps, or the plastic girls as Alondel thought of them because they were as fake as they came. If you removed the fashion, make up, and popularity you'd find nothing but a rotten inner core. They're nice school image was just a front for the teachers. In truth they were pure evil. Alondel had cursed them so many times he'd lost count. Some of them even seemed to work.
Then there were the goths, the skater kids, the punks, the death metal guys, and the weird kids that nobody could seem to figure out. At the end of this long list was Alondel. He was the misfit because he was Wiccan. People stayed away from him as if he were going to rip out their hearts and shove them in their faces. Alondel was a sorcerer, the male counter part to a witch, and people shunned his practice of magic. Not that all of them believed it could work. Just because his religion was strange and different from the norm. But that's how it had always been from Alondel. He didn't mind it though. The Wiccan actually enjoyed the privacy. However the end of his privacy was about come to fruition. It all started with a bump and a girl. There was a number of thumps as he stumbled backwards in an attempt to catch his balance, was knocked into another person who shrugged him off with a cry of "Hey, watch it Witch Boy," and ended promptly with a topple to the ground. "Oww, that kinda smarts," Alondel said, rubbing his backside and looking up at his collidee. Oh great, helicopter girl, he thought. Sophia Huntington. She came to school everyday in her parents private helicopter instead of the standard rich kid yacht. He wondered if it was her idea or her parents. Alondel guessed the answer was somewhere in between.
Then there were the goths, the skater kids, the punks, the death metal guys, and the weird kids that nobody could seem to figure out. At the end of this long list was Alondel. He was the misfit because he was Wiccan. People stayed away from him as if he were going to rip out their hearts and shove them in their faces. Alondel was a sorcerer, the male counter part to a witch, and people shunned his practice of magic. Not that all of them believed it could work. Just because his religion was strange and different from the norm. But that's how it had always been from Alondel. He didn't mind it though. The Wiccan actually enjoyed the privacy. However the end of his privacy was about come to fruition. It all started with a bump and a girl. There was a number of thumps as he stumbled backwards in an attempt to catch his balance, was knocked into another person who shrugged him off with a cry of "Hey, watch it Witch Boy," and ended promptly with a topple to the ground. "Oww, that kinda smarts," Alondel said, rubbing his backside and looking up at his collidee. Oh great, helicopter girl, he thought. Sophia Huntington. She came to school everyday in her parents private helicopter instead of the standard rich kid yacht. He wondered if it was her idea or her parents. Alondel guessed the answer was somewhere in between.
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(OOC: I'm going to move the story to the second day: The Moonlit Bay Ball. Their school starts 2 days after the ball ^_^ Sorry for the long post. I might be gone for a couple of days so feel free to fill in. ^_^)
Sophia woke up in her room as the sun shone on her face. She looked over the window of her dorm room. Like most prestigious schools in the country, Moonlit Bay is a boarding school. Built by the finest architects and engineers. It boasts great structures that withheld the tests of time. The board has chosen only the finest furniture as well as the best antique collections to showcase.
And of course, the students had to like them. Well most of them do, while the rest including Sophia pretends she does. She hates it when she accidentally touches an antique furne and flash backs of it's former owners fill her mind.
Last night was pretty busy, her father left with some of the other alumni. And tonight will be the first time they will be celebrating with out parent's supervision.
She walked over to her own bathroom and brushed her teeth before washing her face and freshening up.
As she walked out while wiping her face dry, her Nokia N8 went off and signaled her that she has a text message.
It was from her father. His message made her smile, at least her dad knows how to have fun. Except that she knows that his way of fun costs a lot. It wasn't a surprise that her dad did prepare for a small reunion with his co-alumni. He had flown in a group of coffee experts, finest coffee beans and world renowned pastry chefs to their Villa just to have "coffee" with them.
She didn't want to be a prima donna so she decided to head over the mail room to check her package.
On her way, she passed by the hall where a lot of students has started to hang out. She rolled her eyes and suddenly bumped into a guy.
"Hey, watch it Witch Boy," Sophia heard a voice say. But something about the voice made her hair raise again. She swear that the voice sounded like it came from the ground.
Next thing she knew, the guy had already fell.
"Oww, that kinda smarts," Alondel said, rubbing his backside and looking up at his collidee.
"Huh? It wasn't-" She was about to ask him if he heard the voice. When suddenly, "Move it!" She heard the voice again. This time she knew no one else around could have said that.
It made her run and leave the guy without saying sorry.
She ran so fast that she didn't notice where she was going. When she paused to catch some air, she found herself standing to where she met River yesterday.
In front of the lake, where the structure stood in the middle of the water. She wiped her forehead and tried to catch more oxygen.
She knew something was wrong but the scared feeling was no longer there. Instead, a light feeling filled her. She decided to seat on the manicured blue grass and stare at the structure.
I've got to find what you are about and what you are up to. Sophia declared to herself bravely. As if challenging the structure or whatever energy it holds. She knew it has got something to do with the apparitions and voices she had experienced this couple of days.
With that, she pulled herself up and dusted off her pants and hands. She walked back inside and into the mail room.
"Good morning young lady," The old man greeted her.
"A fine morning to you to Sir, I was just wondering if a package for Sophia Huntington has already arrived," She smiled and leaned on the old oak counter.
Big Mistake.
Her head was then filled with images of people serving drinks and laughing. It made her pull away like she felt burned.
"Are you alright?" The old man asked genuinely.
"Yeah, I... I was just excited for my package," She lied but held on her throbbing temples. The flash just gave her a major headache.
"Well, indeed a package just came in for you my dear," He walked over to a huge shiny purple box with classic designs. "I bet you'll look pretty tonight. I remember during a 6 decades ago when I first started working here. This place used to be the parlor for the fine gentlemen. I was just 10 back then."
"A parlor?"
"Yes my child, a bar where they can get drinks occasionally, most of the time it was like a cafe though," He chuckled heartily and placed the box on the counter to hand it to her.
"Now if you can just sign here," He then handed her a clipboard and pointed at the line for her to sign.
"Thank you Mr-" Sophia wanted to say thank you but forgot that she doesn't know her name.
"Walter. Frank Walter. Just call me Frank," He offered his hand for a shake and Sophia took it.
Big Mistake again. But the flashes were merely about his time working for the school. And most of the time, in the mail room.
She wanted to pull her hand back but felt embarrassed. He might think she was being mean. But somehow the shake made her feel better. The headache was gone. It made her smile.
"Thanks Frank, I should head back. But don't worry I'd be dropping by more often. My parents love sending in gifts," She carried the box and did her best to avoid touching the counter again.
She loved meeting nice people, she knows Frank would be one of the few people who can help her with her mission.
Going back to her dorm room, she opened the box and found a pretty grape-fruit colored dress. Her eyes were filled with happiness, one of the reasons why she enjoy being blessed with such parents.
.
Then another message tone went off.
It was from her mom, she earlier decided to fix her own hair but when her mom sent it the message she knew she will hurt her feelings if she declines.
~~~~~~
At exactly noon, she rode the yacht towards the town proper and a car brought her to a shabby chic themed hair salon.
"An appointment for Sophia Huntington please," She walked over the receptionist.
"Ms. Huntington, we've been wanting to meet you for days." The woman said. The place looked deserted, she was thinking her mom gave her more than a "small" gift.
"Thank you. I have a ball to attend later this evening but I still don't know what hairstyle to wear." She shyly said.
"Don't worry Ms. Sophia, we have everything arranged. Your mother has already sent it a copy of what your gown looks like and we planned everything already," The salon people were too giddy for her.
"Owkkaaayyyyyy," She was unsure of what to say that it came out of her mouth sounding funny.
~~~~
After a few hours, she looked like she stepped out of an old 1800's movie.
"Wow, this is awesome." She wanted to touch her hair but afraid to ruin it.
"Your mother had left you something to wear as well," The owner came out and presented her a Harry Winston jewel box.
"Really?"
"Open it," The woman encouraged her.
She found one of her mom's most prized jewelry.
She was so happy when she went back to her dorm room that she forgot about all the mysterious happenings.
Sophia woke up in her room as the sun shone on her face. She looked over the window of her dorm room. Like most prestigious schools in the country, Moonlit Bay is a boarding school. Built by the finest architects and engineers. It boasts great structures that withheld the tests of time. The board has chosen only the finest furniture as well as the best antique collections to showcase.
And of course, the students had to like them. Well most of them do, while the rest including Sophia pretends she does. She hates it when she accidentally touches an antique furne and flash backs of it's former owners fill her mind.
Last night was pretty busy, her father left with some of the other alumni. And tonight will be the first time they will be celebrating with out parent's supervision.
She walked over to her own bathroom and brushed her teeth before washing her face and freshening up.
As she walked out while wiping her face dry, her Nokia N8 went off and signaled her that she has a text message.
"Darling, your dress has been sent. Have fun @ the ball, last night was great. Had coffee with the rest of them @ the Villa. Having breakfast with your mom right now. She sends her love"
It was from her father. His message made her smile, at least her dad knows how to have fun. Except that she knows that his way of fun costs a lot. It wasn't a surprise that her dad did prepare for a small reunion with his co-alumni. He had flown in a group of coffee experts, finest coffee beans and world renowned pastry chefs to their Villa just to have "coffee" with them.
"Thanks Dad. Send Mom my greetings as well. Love you both,"
She didn't want to be a prima donna so she decided to head over the mail room to check her package.
On her way, she passed by the hall where a lot of students has started to hang out. She rolled her eyes and suddenly bumped into a guy.
"Hey, watch it Witch Boy," Sophia heard a voice say. But something about the voice made her hair raise again. She swear that the voice sounded like it came from the ground.
Next thing she knew, the guy had already fell.
"Oww, that kinda smarts," Alondel said, rubbing his backside and looking up at his collidee.
"Huh? It wasn't-" She was about to ask him if he heard the voice. When suddenly, "Move it!" She heard the voice again. This time she knew no one else around could have said that.
It made her run and leave the guy without saying sorry.
She ran so fast that she didn't notice where she was going. When she paused to catch some air, she found herself standing to where she met River yesterday.
In front of the lake, where the structure stood in the middle of the water. She wiped her forehead and tried to catch more oxygen.
She knew something was wrong but the scared feeling was no longer there. Instead, a light feeling filled her. She decided to seat on the manicured blue grass and stare at the structure.
I've got to find what you are about and what you are up to. Sophia declared to herself bravely. As if challenging the structure or whatever energy it holds. She knew it has got something to do with the apparitions and voices she had experienced this couple of days.
With that, she pulled herself up and dusted off her pants and hands. She walked back inside and into the mail room.
"Good morning young lady," The old man greeted her.
"A fine morning to you to Sir, I was just wondering if a package for Sophia Huntington has already arrived," She smiled and leaned on the old oak counter.
Big Mistake.
Her head was then filled with images of people serving drinks and laughing. It made her pull away like she felt burned.
"Are you alright?" The old man asked genuinely.
"Yeah, I... I was just excited for my package," She lied but held on her throbbing temples. The flash just gave her a major headache.
"Well, indeed a package just came in for you my dear," He walked over to a huge shiny purple box with classic designs. "I bet you'll look pretty tonight. I remember during a 6 decades ago when I first started working here. This place used to be the parlor for the fine gentlemen. I was just 10 back then."
"A parlor?"
"Yes my child, a bar where they can get drinks occasionally, most of the time it was like a cafe though," He chuckled heartily and placed the box on the counter to hand it to her.
"Now if you can just sign here," He then handed her a clipboard and pointed at the line for her to sign.
"Thank you Mr-" Sophia wanted to say thank you but forgot that she doesn't know her name.
"Walter. Frank Walter. Just call me Frank," He offered his hand for a shake and Sophia took it.
Big Mistake again. But the flashes were merely about his time working for the school. And most of the time, in the mail room.
She wanted to pull her hand back but felt embarrassed. He might think she was being mean. But somehow the shake made her feel better. The headache was gone. It made her smile.
"Thanks Frank, I should head back. But don't worry I'd be dropping by more often. My parents love sending in gifts," She carried the box and did her best to avoid touching the counter again.
She loved meeting nice people, she knows Frank would be one of the few people who can help her with her mission.
Going back to her dorm room, she opened the box and found a pretty grape-fruit colored dress. Her eyes were filled with happiness, one of the reasons why she enjoy being blessed with such parents.
.Then another message tone went off.
"A small start-of-the-school gift for you my baby. I Paid for an appointment at that nice hair salon at your school's town. A yacht will pick you up at noon and a car will bring you there. Send in some pictures. I know you will look lovely."
It was from her mom, she earlier decided to fix her own hair but when her mom sent it the message she knew she will hurt her feelings if she declines.
"Thanks Mom. You shouldn't have. Love you"
~~~~~~
At exactly noon, she rode the yacht towards the town proper and a car brought her to a shabby chic themed hair salon.
"An appointment for Sophia Huntington please," She walked over the receptionist.
"Ms. Huntington, we've been wanting to meet you for days." The woman said. The place looked deserted, she was thinking her mom gave her more than a "small" gift.
"Thank you. I have a ball to attend later this evening but I still don't know what hairstyle to wear." She shyly said.
"Don't worry Ms. Sophia, we have everything arranged. Your mother has already sent it a copy of what your gown looks like and we planned everything already," The salon people were too giddy for her.
"Owkkaaayyyyyy," She was unsure of what to say that it came out of her mouth sounding funny.
~~~~
After a few hours, she looked like she stepped out of an old 1800's movie.
"Wow, this is awesome." She wanted to touch her hair but afraid to ruin it.
"Your mother had left you something to wear as well," The owner came out and presented her a Harry Winston jewel box.
"Really?"
"Open it," The woman encouraged her.
She found one of her mom's most prized jewelry.
She was so happy when she went back to her dorm room that she forgot about all the mysterious happenings.
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The Moonlit Bay Ball was coming up and I wasn't worried. Before my arrival, I had bought a brand new suit and tie, which I personally hated wearing, but would for the sake of my family's reputation. I would have much rather showed up in my black blazer, jodpurs, and knee-high riding boots, crop in hand. And why not? I looked good in them. Sort of distinguished. But no. Unfortunately, my mother had whined about it when I mentioned it in my first year, so there was no hope of ever swaying her. My Mom might have been a teenager at heart, but she also wanted to look out for the family, make sure nothing happened to leak out for the media, which might ultimately destroy the family. But it was just her and I now, so there wasn't too much of a problem. Less to look out for.
Relaxing in the pasture, I stared out at an elated chestnut mare and the small black pony at her side as they cantered back in forth, slowing to a stop to stare out into the distance before they picked up again, turned in the other direction. It was almost like performing a dance, as I had always thought, and they looked beautiful doing it. In perfect harmony, the best friends pranced, occassionally slipping from eachother's sides, but always returning. Eventually, Valentina's excitment grew too great and she gatherer up, breaking like a bullet across the field at a steady gallop, slowing only to kick up her heels and toss her head. At least she liked it here. A few of the other horses in the pasture, two that I recognized as Mystika and Zen — Jake and Ryan's mare and gelding — looked up at the whinny that tore through the silent atmosphere and echoed out onto the lake just beyond the fences.
"You had better keep that horse of yours in check, River Crosse," an irritatingly familiar voice came up behind me and I turned to look, even though I hadn't needed to. I sighed heavily, showing obvious distaste. It was no secret between the three of us — I hated them and they hated me.
Ryan nodded in response, adding on to his brother's statement. "If there's so much as a nic on Zen or Mystika's bodies, we'll know who did it. That animal is insane."
"You should shoot her. Put her out of her misery."
I stood from my seat on the opposite side of the fence and stared back at them with a certain amount of nonchalance that visibly angered them. "I suppose I should, shouldn't I? But why when an insane horse does so much better than two that don't even know the meaning of the word 'win'." Of course this wasn't just about winning. Not to me, anyway. I just knew it would get them all riled up. "Anyway, you're both just jealous because the only thing you two have in common with Ian Miller is the sound of your last name. It isn't even spelled the same."
It was where I drew the line, though. Hopping the fence, I headed back toward my room to escape their wrath, and they did nothing to stop me.
Relaxing in the pasture, I stared out at an elated chestnut mare and the small black pony at her side as they cantered back in forth, slowing to a stop to stare out into the distance before they picked up again, turned in the other direction. It was almost like performing a dance, as I had always thought, and they looked beautiful doing it. In perfect harmony, the best friends pranced, occassionally slipping from eachother's sides, but always returning. Eventually, Valentina's excitment grew too great and she gatherer up, breaking like a bullet across the field at a steady gallop, slowing only to kick up her heels and toss her head. At least she liked it here. A few of the other horses in the pasture, two that I recognized as Mystika and Zen — Jake and Ryan's mare and gelding — looked up at the whinny that tore through the silent atmosphere and echoed out onto the lake just beyond the fences.
"You had better keep that horse of yours in check, River Crosse," an irritatingly familiar voice came up behind me and I turned to look, even though I hadn't needed to. I sighed heavily, showing obvious distaste. It was no secret between the three of us — I hated them and they hated me.
Ryan nodded in response, adding on to his brother's statement. "If there's so much as a nic on Zen or Mystika's bodies, we'll know who did it. That animal is insane."
"You should shoot her. Put her out of her misery."
I stood from my seat on the opposite side of the fence and stared back at them with a certain amount of nonchalance that visibly angered them. "I suppose I should, shouldn't I? But why when an insane horse does so much better than two that don't even know the meaning of the word 'win'." Of course this wasn't just about winning. Not to me, anyway. I just knew it would get them all riled up. "Anyway, you're both just jealous because the only thing you two have in common with Ian Miller is the sound of your last name. It isn't even spelled the same."
It was where I drew the line, though. Hopping the fence, I headed back toward my room to escape their wrath, and they did nothing to stop me.
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Cathy got out of the limousine, staring up at the huge building before her.
"Have a good year honey, and feel free to come home for the holidays if you want." The voice of a woman called out from inside the limo.
"Of course I will Tiffany, I'm sure I will need more dark bleakness to add to my suicidal state of mind by the time the holidays come around." She muttered darkly, slamming the door shut and quickly walking up the drive.
Tiffany and Robert.
Cathy never called her parents mum and dad, or even mother and father, quite simply because she didn't believe that they had earned the names of affection. She absolutely hated her parents. Tiffany was nothing more than a superficial bimbo who kept trying to take Cathy to the salon and Robert seemed to think that because she wasn't girly she was a tomboy, trying to take her out to football games and teach her out to fix TVs and other rubbish. This summer they had taken trying to bond with her to a whole new level, meaning that she had missed the 'welcome back to school' dinner thing yesterday. Not that she cared about stuff like that, she just wanted to get back to school and away from her parents. That was why she was glad they could afford to send her to boarding school, she could go almost a whole year without ever having to look at them.
She sighed, looking up at the school.
"Back to my sanctuary." She muttered, taking a quick picture of the building.
The camera around her neck was one of those old fashioned block camera's that automatically spit out a little square photograph rather than getting the film developed. Robert had tried buying her a new up-to-date digital camera but she never used it. Despite the fact it was ancient, she loved this camera. It was so reliable, which was a good thing because they cost a fortune to repair.
"Shoot."
And it looked like a fortune was needed as she looked down at the photo. One of the window's had blurred and as she looked closely, she thought she could make out a figure within the blurr. What the heck? Robert must have been tampering with it again. Stupid idiot.
She continued to walk, turning briefly at the sound of the horses. Although she liked horses, she couldn't stand the riders of the school. They were all a bunch of bigheaded idiots who thought they were the greatest thing on earth. She shook her head and entered the building. Tiffany had at least had the sense to ring up and inform the teachers that she was arriving, which was a good thing because they reminded her about the Moonlit Bay Ball. She hated formalities but the Ball was always alright, and it would be the best chance she would get to catch up with the other goths. Besides, Tiffany had finally agreed to let her choose the dress to wear. Cathy made her way through the throngs of students, heading towards the dorms so she could unpack. All the way she was looking around to see if any of her clique were around.
Her attention was drawn to a bit of commotion. She watched as Sophia Huntington, some rich girl she had seen a couple of times last year, bumped into Alondel Clemmins, knocking him to the floor. Cathy had always thought Alondel was pretty cool, if a little unusual, and she'd always been fascinated with the whole wicca thing but she'd never got around to talking to him before. Whether that was because she hadn't really made the effort or they never seemed to be anywhere near each other she wasn't sure. And as Sophia walked away, she thought now might be a good time to start.
"You okay?" She asked, holding her hand out to help him up.
((OOC: Sorry I haven't posted before, I've been struggling to keep up with my roleplays it's just been so hectic recently. I'll make the effort to keep up from now on. Hope my post is good enough to start with.))
"Have a good year honey, and feel free to come home for the holidays if you want." The voice of a woman called out from inside the limo.
"Of course I will Tiffany, I'm sure I will need more dark bleakness to add to my suicidal state of mind by the time the holidays come around." She muttered darkly, slamming the door shut and quickly walking up the drive.
Tiffany and Robert.
Cathy never called her parents mum and dad, or even mother and father, quite simply because she didn't believe that they had earned the names of affection. She absolutely hated her parents. Tiffany was nothing more than a superficial bimbo who kept trying to take Cathy to the salon and Robert seemed to think that because she wasn't girly she was a tomboy, trying to take her out to football games and teach her out to fix TVs and other rubbish. This summer they had taken trying to bond with her to a whole new level, meaning that she had missed the 'welcome back to school' dinner thing yesterday. Not that she cared about stuff like that, she just wanted to get back to school and away from her parents. That was why she was glad they could afford to send her to boarding school, she could go almost a whole year without ever having to look at them.
She sighed, looking up at the school.
"Back to my sanctuary." She muttered, taking a quick picture of the building.
The camera around her neck was one of those old fashioned block camera's that automatically spit out a little square photograph rather than getting the film developed. Robert had tried buying her a new up-to-date digital camera but she never used it. Despite the fact it was ancient, she loved this camera. It was so reliable, which was a good thing because they cost a fortune to repair.
"Shoot."
And it looked like a fortune was needed as she looked down at the photo. One of the window's had blurred and as she looked closely, she thought she could make out a figure within the blurr. What the heck? Robert must have been tampering with it again. Stupid idiot.
She continued to walk, turning briefly at the sound of the horses. Although she liked horses, she couldn't stand the riders of the school. They were all a bunch of bigheaded idiots who thought they were the greatest thing on earth. She shook her head and entered the building. Tiffany had at least had the sense to ring up and inform the teachers that she was arriving, which was a good thing because they reminded her about the Moonlit Bay Ball. She hated formalities but the Ball was always alright, and it would be the best chance she would get to catch up with the other goths. Besides, Tiffany had finally agreed to let her choose the dress to wear. Cathy made her way through the throngs of students, heading towards the dorms so she could unpack. All the way she was looking around to see if any of her clique were around.
Her attention was drawn to a bit of commotion. She watched as Sophia Huntington, some rich girl she had seen a couple of times last year, bumped into Alondel Clemmins, knocking him to the floor. Cathy had always thought Alondel was pretty cool, if a little unusual, and she'd always been fascinated with the whole wicca thing but she'd never got around to talking to him before. Whether that was because she hadn't really made the effort or they never seemed to be anywhere near each other she wasn't sure. And as Sophia walked away, she thought now might be a good time to start.
"You okay?" She asked, holding her hand out to help him up.
((OOC: Sorry I haven't posted before, I've been struggling to keep up with my roleplays it's just been so hectic recently. I'll make the effort to keep up from now on. Hope my post is good enough to start with.))
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"You okay?" a voice said above him. Alondel looked up to see a girl's hand reaching down. Shrugging, he grabbed the hand and pulled himself to his feet. "Nothing a little time won't fix. Unfortunately for helicopter girl, there's a shadow following her. Didn't get a good look at it, but I don't like it. Spirits are kind of hard to predict," Alondel explained. His common sense kicked in though and he looked over to see the owner of his helping hand. "Wait, I've seen you around before. You have the same art class as me don't you? What was your name again? Cattie, Carry, no that wasn't it. Sorry I'm bad with name. Cathy! That's it isn't it. Sorry about the whole spirits talk. It's kind of a Wiccan thing," Alondel said trying to smooth things over. He hoped he wasn't talking too much.
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Cathy watched him as he pulled himself up.
She briefly looked over at Sophia when he mentioned about a shadow, wondering why anything dark would choose her to follow around. She turned back to Alondel, getting quite interested when he spoke about the spirits. But even she couldn't help but smile when he started babbling a bit to cover up the wiccan talk, and these days it took alot to make Cathy smile.
"That's right, I'm Cathy. It's Alondel right?" She said. "And don't worry about the wiccan thing, I'm actually quite interested. Although I don't why a shadow should be a bad thing, darkness can be our greatest salvation. But I guess that's just goth talk."
She pulled her hair away from her face, watching him carefully.
"I don't suppose I actually missed anything by not being here yesterday?" She asked casually.
She briefly looked over at Sophia when he mentioned about a shadow, wondering why anything dark would choose her to follow around. She turned back to Alondel, getting quite interested when he spoke about the spirits. But even she couldn't help but smile when he started babbling a bit to cover up the wiccan talk, and these days it took alot to make Cathy smile.
"That's right, I'm Cathy. It's Alondel right?" She said. "And don't worry about the wiccan thing, I'm actually quite interested. Although I don't why a shadow should be a bad thing, darkness can be our greatest salvation. But I guess that's just goth talk."
She pulled her hair away from her face, watching him carefully.
"I don't suppose I actually missed anything by not being here yesterday?" She asked casually.
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"Nah, not much. Just continued with the drawing project," Alondel said. "Wait, you said you were interested in Wicca? You mean, you don't think I'm weird or an idiot or something?" Alondel didn't know if he believed in miracles, but this might qualify as one. "By the goddess," he swore with a small smile. "Sorry, I don't have a lot of friends as you might have guessed, but yea, I'm Alondel, Alondel Clemmins. My friends call me Allen. I guess its just easier to remember. You said you wanted to know more about the spirit following helicopter girl right? Your right in a way that darkness isn't inherently evil. It's just the way spirits are perceived. You see, malevolent spirits tend to have a darker aura around them and manifest as shadows while friendlier spirits tend to be harder to see because their aura isn't as tainted," Alondel explained, scratching his head.
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Hey guys, like I said sorry for taking so long to post, it's a good job I remembered to check otherwise I would have got even further behind. I hope my post's good enough to make up for what I've missed.
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I will post tomorrow, since i got a lot of catching up to do. I'll go ahead and read over the 45 posts that are already up tonight that way i'm not lost on whats going on. Thanks again Sophie for bringing me in on another great rp idea of yours.
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Hello everyone, Vain here. As you may have noticed my username is different. Due to a glitch in RPG I've had to make a new account. I'll resubmit my character soon so I can continue. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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yey! I do hope this will go far and will run really long ^_^ fell free to share some ideas we can incorporate in the RP ^_^
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