Post #1485243 in Avolair Academy: School for the Supernatural, a roleplay on RPG

What is it like having a home to return to? What does it feel like to have people that love you to come back to? I never really realized what it was that made me feel so empty inside this whole time in which I have attended this academy, I have just gone thew the motions, trying to be the perfect student - or the perfect monster. I suppose I was surprised when I was asked to attend this school, I am not of pure blood, I am not desirable by those of my kind. Had I had any other blood in me, I would have been rejected by my own kind possibly, perhaps it's that in which I am capable of that leaves me slightly with acceptance. When I got here things were in such dissaray, everyone rejecting each others presence. I'm glad at least that the academy and its students have grown, I hope that I have grown with them. Throughout the years there is one thing in which I have always lacked, a friend. That was until last year I suppose. An unlikely friendship to say the least but a friendship of sorts nonetheless. Are you proud of me?

When I finished high school here I should have been proud of myself, why was I not? I have been the only person here who doesn't drink blood like normal vampires should, am I the only one? The staff thinks I am hard to deal with, I can see it in their faces when they see my blood all over the floor, outside in the bushes, all over my clothes. I try, to not be a burden. I am only a danger to myself, only those who have encountered me know that however, I am told my bite feels like...well, perhaps that is just my vampire and succubus sides getting mixed up. I am looking forward to this year, I am finally in college, I didn't think I could make it here, as I am. I am majoring in photography and graphic art...it's a lovely thing.

Over the summer most of the students here practice their abilities, try to get stronger. As it goes there is always a tournament at the beginning of the year, I don't like fighting but as support it is my job to take part. I somewhat enjoy tournament, I do enjoy protecting people. But I am afraid of losing control..I am afraid of fear. Someday, I am afraid I cannot come back from it. Why was I given that power? Naturally I assume everyone got stronger, I hope those in which I am in the tournament with got stronger as well, my team that is. There is something about this place that is unnerving however, I don't like some of the things that go on, but I have no control over it, does anyone?

Ai turned around from her desk and put her pen down, she was a frequent of diary entries due to the lack of people she had to speak to. She never really had a roomate in which she could confide in, and never really wanted to bother the one person whom she ever did talk to. She was so scared of bothering people, and just made sure that she kept them happy, she was a motherly and nurturing type. But, what of herself? Ai was already in her dorm, being that she was in college now she had her down already, having never had a place to leave to in the summer in the first place. She turned towards the tiny closet in which was provided for her, one which was already filled with clothes. Everything inside looked like it was suited for a doll. She was currently in her pajamas, a white lace gown of sorts, which stopped just about the knee in length. There was a bow in the middle on the front, and though alluring was childish in some ways.

She started sifting through the outfits, eventually, settling upon something which was quite like what she was wearing now. White in color, short in length, though a bit poofy and flowing at the bottom with a large bow in the back instead of the front. The sleeves were long though transparent, with bows that wrapped around the wrist. She had odd taste in clothes, or maybe it was something in which was burned into her mind because of how she was dressed as a child. The sun was nowhere to be seen today, in fact it was pouring outside. Thunder accompanied the rain, as did your flash of lightning here and there. One could ask who could be so crazy as to wear such an outfit in such weather, Ai didn't really own any other clothes, so she just happened to wear such things regardless of the weather. She slipped into the dress, and turned towards the door in which she left her shoes, grabbed a pair of what looked like ballet shoes, with ribbons that wrapped up to the thigh. She slowly put them on as she jumped a few times with each thundering crash.

Ai was not a big fan of thunder, she was sure others would appreciate the sunless weather. Therefor, she was not going to complain about it. Ai's first class was Self Control, something she had just added to her schedule due to the lack of people she was able to bite into. Ai was not someone who had to drink blood, no she had to inject it, but it was not like people were just willing to give her their neck. Most of the time she would run to some random area and spew blood all over the place, but she was told by a teacher that was not acceptable, and so she was placed in Self Control in hopes that she could make her need to give blood less frequent. Ai sighed, wondering if she would have a roomate this year, and opened the door, grabbing her bag which was hanging next to it, and putting it over her shoulder. It was also white in color, with pink lining, and a little fluffy character, possibly a dog with wings, hanging on the zipper.

She was not entirely sure who was going to be teaching the class, she was sure though she was going to share the class with highschoolers, of all grades. In the school there were classes in which mixed all the grades, even the college students. She didn't mind this, though sometimes it was hard to get a long with some of the students while in class - not that she really ever needed to unless bothered with something though. Ai's long white hair flowed behind her as she walked, as did long pink strands of ribbon from the bow on her head, which somewhat reached her knees. She had the oddest childish style, or so most said. One would not think her a college student, not unless they knew her, and she was a loner anyways who also talked like a little girl. "I can do this..." she mumbled to herself, not feeling too well.

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located in Avolair Academy, a part of Avolair Academy: School for the Supernatural, one of the many universes on RPG.

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