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Amorie Simms

"I collect souls for a living"

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a character in “Outcasters: Third Generation”, as played by Simple_Imperfections

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{"I see dead people...and it sucks"}
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{ Full Name }
Amorie Lee Ann Simms
{ Nicknames }
Amy, Lee Ann
{ Alias / Known As }
Reaper
{ Age }
Nineteen;19
{ Gender Identity }
Female; but can be male when need be
{ Orientation }
Pansexual
{ Nationality }
Caucasian. American.
{ Role }
Supernatural | Grim Reaper




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{ Personality }
Amorie is a feisty, hyperactive fire cracker. She always needs to find something to do with the built energy she always seems to have. Catching this girl sit still for more than five minutes is a miracle in itself. Her father has encouraged her to do things to wear her out. Kickboxing and Dancing are the only things so far that happily keep her preoccupied. But when she isn't doing those things, she is fidgeting in some fashion. Hanging out with her friends is a distraction that she welcomes in with open arms. Her friends always seem to find ways to wear her out or keep her from fidgeting around.

Amorie with either go shopping with the girls or hang with the boys. She can easily switch from the girly girl that loves to pile her shopping basket with dresses to the tom boy standing in the line for a new video game. She happens to have more guy friends than girl friends for the reason that she gets along with guys much easier. They are much more reasonable to her ways than females. Especially when she has to run off randomly or just goes missing. They just shrug it off.

Amorie loves to talk more than necessary. It's like she always has something to say about something. Her father says that it will get her in trouble one day, but she shrugs it off. Amy can be a tad bit flirtatious when she wants to be, but she is pretty good at the hard to get roll. One thing that pushes Amorie's buttons is school. Not the building itself, it's the struggle of going through it everyday. Because of her ability she sometimes can't the whole day without interacting with dead people. It is rather annoying, but it comes with being a reaper. And sometimes she will just disappear when she is needed in an emergency which can be really hard to explain to the college.



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{ Powers }
Grim Reaper Form || When she is taking on the responsibilities of of the Reaper, she takes on the form. Her body practically becomes a shadow besides the skull for a face. She has a long black covering with a hood that covers her ghostly body. She also carries around a scythe, that she can even summon in her human form. Only in the grim reaper form can she use all her abilities at once with full control. But she can only been seen by the dead or those who are dying. Healthy people cannot see her. And even some immortal beings cannot see her unless she wills it so.
Ability to See Dead People || This power cannot be turned off or reduced. If dead people are walking around close by, Amorie will be able to see them. She can also speak to them and hear them. Amorie cannot get rid of these dead people and if they wanted, they could follow her around all day long.
Death Sense || She can sense when someone is going to die or if someone is dying. This power is also uncontrollable due to the responsibility of a reaper. If the person dies she will show up at their how in her reaper form to collect them. Her father takes most of the responsibility allowing her to live her life.
Soul Removal || One of the few abilities Amorie that she can control. She can only take the soul of someone that is dying or is dead. She cannot keep the soul either, she determines by reading the soul whether or not it passes on or suffers. One of the tough decisions to allows her father to decide.
{ Talents (not power-related) }
Dancing
Kickboxing
Avoiding her responsibilities
{ Flaws (not power-related) }
Avoids Reaper responsibilities



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{ Family }
Benjamin Simms || Father || Grim Reaper
Scarlett Simms || Mother || Grim Reaper {Deceased}
{ Notable Relationships (if any) }
None as of yet

So begins...

Amorie Simms's Story

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Eida & Alec

Eida scoffed for what felt like the tenth time that morning, her hand instinctively reaching for the wet wipes she kept beside her mirror at all times. With a rather disgruntled expression, Eida wiped the makeup from her eyes and threw the wipe down in the bin, releasing a barely audible squeak of disapproval as she did so. It was, approximately, her tenth time trying to make it even on both eyes. Her crazy, irrational, perfectionist self had prevented her from simply 'going with it', as her brother called it. Speaking of her brother... Eida did a little twirl as she spun on her heel, eyes narrowing in on the limp form which lay lazily upon her bed. She scoffed, yet again, and threw the entire packet of wet wipes. They landed on his stomach, eliciting a winded grunt from the teen. His head lifted so that he could glance at her, before he released an audible sigh. "For the last time, I'm not doing it for you." She tilted her head to one side. "Okay, I'm not doing it for you again."

It was - at the very least - another twenty minutes before Eida was finally pleased enough with her appearance that she was able to leave the room. Alec trailed after her, cradling his arm with a flushed expression. Eida skipped down the hallway, her body practically twitching with barely-controlled glee. "Thanks for helping me out, bro!" she yipped as she made her way down the flight of stairs leading to the ground floor - or lobby - of the hotel. It was still incredibly early, all things considered, so when she threw herself into the kitchen for breakfast she wasn't entirely surprised that she found no one in there but herself and her quietly muttering brother. Alec made a straight line for the fridge, hissing as he lifted his arm to open the door. He pulled out some milk and threw it to his sister, who had already gotten the cereal. While she grabbed the bowels, he grabbed the spoons; they both set them down at the same time, and fought for the right to pour their cereal first, before doing so again with the milk mere moments later. This was a battle they faced almost every morning.

It wasn't until Alec tucked into his bowel that he realised they hadn't made a third for Alexis. He gave his sister a quick glance, which seemed to have sent the message well and clear. Eida scuttled off towards the door, swinging it open and swallowing a moment as if to brace her vocals for the onslaught they faced. "Alexis!" Eida called, hoping that the silence of the hotel would carry her vocals far enough. "You want a bowl of cereal? Or something?" Truth be told, she didn't even know what her Aunt happened to be doing at that time, but upon the checking of her watch she realised they had a little over half an hour to leave, so she didn't hurry. Gesturing to Alec, he used his back to keep the door propped open in case of a response, as Eida threw her spoon into her bowl eagerly.




Alexander and Scavenger

"I don't know why you're so nervous," muttered Scavenger as her pale optics followed the older man who appeared to be pacing the room breathlessly. "She'll most likely just be happy to see her husband again." Alex halted. Though his expression was one of unfathomable passivity, his eyes were dark and hard as they shifted towards her; they settled for a few moments before wandering aimlessly on. Alexander didn't bother to utter a response. Too involved in his own train of thought was he that actual words were something of an impossibility. Lips twitching with the urge to move, Alex grumbled something incoherent, and continued on about the room, from one corner to the next. Scavenger merely shook her head, and threw her arms out in the air with a grunt as she attempted to drag herself up off of the arm chair.

They were in Alex's apartment at that time. It was a nice little place, although the only furniture - excluding the bathroom and kitchen - in the place was a bed and a chair, both located in the living area. Alex had to move ever since Scavenger decided to pay him a visit and ended up barrelling through the portal, onto his bed. He did not seem pleased about that. He'd proceeded to throw the bed through the doorway out of the room the following morning, but not after throwing her about the place first. He was a strict one, that Alex. Scavenger's gaze travelled to the doorway, which barely qualified as such. Upon trying to fit the bed through, Alex had realised that it didn't fit, and decided it was easy just to create a gaping hole in his apartment as opposed to dismantling the bed and building it again. An amused grunt filled the silence.

"We should go," Alex finally spoke, causing Scavenger's head to swivel around, pale eyes fixating on his face. His face lacked emotion, but his eyes held a hurt that could not be described with words. Huffing, she nodded and stepped forward a little, extending her arm. Alex, with an increasing sense of hesitance, did the same; their hands met but Alex's grip was practically non-existent, leaving Scavenger to shift her hand and curl her fingers around his wrist instead. In an instant, they appeared behind the school.

Both making their way around to the front of the building, they parted ways to prevent rousing suspicion. As far as the citizens of Parkwood were concerned, Alex and Scavenger were complete strangers. Teacher and pupil. Nothing more, nothing less. While Alex continued on down the hallway, Scavenger turned right at the first corridor and started towards her first class of the day: Maths. Alex had a class to teach, anyhow. English Literature, if he remembered correctly. Thankfully, he was able to make it through the hallway without encountering any of his family. Upon discovering the location of his classroom, Alex entered and set his case down on the desk at the front, clearing his throat. None of them were present, but no doubt they would begin to flood in once the morning bell rang. He just hoped he wouldn't get any of his grandchildren.




Kellin

Kellin's dark eyes focused finally, eyelids peeling themselves open to reveal... absolutely nothing. His personal quarters in the Wraith Realm were caked in complete darkness. Therefore, even when his sight became clear, he could see nothing but the subtle outlines of his furniture. Groaning loudly, he shifted so that he could prop his upper weight up with his arms, eyes continuing to peer into the gloom for a further minute before he even made the attempt to move from beneath the covers. Padding slowly over to the windowless hole in the side of the building he'd been calling home for the last three years. It was a dreary little castle-type foundation; the outer appearance suggested that one punch from a supernatural being and the entire structure would crumble instantly. Reflecting upon this, Kellin barely held in a sigh. How pathetic...

Kellin fought to turn his entire form around, pushing himself to walk towards the bedroom door. It swung open immediately, revealing a portly man in his late fifties, standing perfectly still with his head lowered. To either side of him stood a girl; pale-skinned, tall, plain-faced and shapeless. They, too, held their gaze to the ground, their hands clasped together in front of them. "Sir Davenport," the middle-aged man practically cooed, tipping his over-sized body forward. The action caused Kellin to move backwards, lest the man's balding head slap into his bare chest. He didn't think he could prevent the general awkwardness of such a situation from turning into anger. He really didn't want to have to kill this man; he was a fairly good servant, as far as they went. Annoying and jiggly as he was, he served Kellin well. "Don't call me that," the younger man replied, turning once more and padding into the centre of the room. "Come on in, Jerry. Upon command, Jerry did just that, the two younger girls trailing silently behind him, eyes still down on the floor. They were new, as far as Kellin knew, but he shrugged it off.

After about an hour had passed, Kellin had been fully washed and dressed. He wore a button-up and some jeans; his usual attire. Standing in the middle of his room once more, Kellin was left with nothing to do. He'd refused his grandfather's command to return to school, but he was not altogether denying that returning to Parkwood on the whole was necessary to their plans. Releasing a short huff, Kellin sat extended his arms and splayed his fingers out into the empty space before him. He squinted his eyes closed as a heavy concentration overcome him. A trick he'd learned ever since meeting Lexi was to pinpoint her exact location, and use it to travel through the Realms. Upon picking this up, he'd quickly tried it out on Alexander and Scavenger (even though neither of them got along too well). As a black space opened up in front of him, a mischievous grin slithered across Kellin's lips and pulled them back to reveal a set of white teeth. He hopped through.

Upon entering Mark's Mansion, the first person he took notice of was Lexi. He took this opportunity, with her back turned to him, to run up nearly silently and wrap his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck almost ravenously. "Miss me?" he teased.




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Ashley started up at the white ceiling, coming up with the many reasons why she shouldn't be going to college. For one she was a dragon/demon/fae and heir to a throne if she manages to kill off the rest of her family. Ashley will not need anything that she learns to take over the world. And Ashley never liked school. Her eyes gazed over to the clock and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. She was going to school. If her mother still loved her, she would be proud. Her eyes went to her phone and she took hold of it. For some reason she keeps expecting Victoria to need her or call her. But it never happens. It may never happen. But Ashley will keep checking. And she will keep hoping. Pushing herself up, she swung her legs over so that her feet were touching the ground. With a yawn, she was up and running around her apartment getting ready for school. She looked over herself in the mirror and was rather satisfied with her look. Grabbing her back pack and cellphone she left the apartment.

Ashley ran her fingers through her hair as she kept gazing down at her phone every once in a while. She doesn't need me right now.. She walked down the street. Ashley could just appear before the college, but she wasn't exactly eager to get there on time. Adjusting her backpack, she walked up the steps. Her first class was science. If they taught her how to blow things up, she would be more excited for the class. Ashley headed inside and looked around for anyone she knew. Then she started looking around for family. Not that she wanted to see them. In fact she was going to avoid them. Family was dangerous. Especially with the mayhem she created when she was younger and then pretty much ditching them for a demon that doesn't even want her. Getting to her classroom, she took a seat and waited.



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Amorie has been sitting at her window ledge for about an hour or two. She was completely dressed for school and she was completely annoyed. Some ghost had woken her up early and demanded help. Amorie tried so hard to convince the ghost that another five minutes of sleep would do the reaper some good, but it wasn't having it. So for an hour she helped the ghost find peace. Sort of. Amorie was a bit bitter when she passed the soul on, so it isn't all that peaceful. Since she couldn't go back to sleep she just decided to get dressed. But she was really early. So she sits on the ledge. Amorie watched the sun rise. She watched the early birds catch the worm and the second mouse get the cheese. But she was ready to go to school. "Amorie?" She turned to see her dad all dressed up in a business suit. She raised an eyebrow before standing up. "I am going to be gone all day. No boys. No parties. No raising people from the dead." The brunette rolled her eyes. No that she ever followed the first rule. He kissed her forehead and then just vanished. "Typical. Didn't leave food money." Just as she said that, one hundred dollars appeared on her desk. A smile formed on the blondes face. "Thanks dad."

The reaper checked the clock once more and realized that she should be heading to school. Or to Alec's house. Alec's house sounded better. She could just walk to school with him and Eida. Grabbing her phone she texted him.
[TO] Alec
[MSG]I'm coming over.

Amorie didn't think she needed to ask since he lives in a hotel and its open to everyone. Leaving the house, she started heading towards the hotel. When she got there she walked inside and saw a girl ringing the bell. Amorie smiled. "Alec! I'm waiting for you in the lobby." She called out. She threw herself onto the couch and started playing games on her phone.

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Eida & Alec

As Eida lifted the spoon into her mouth, the first thing she actually became aware of was the overwhelming sounds of her Aunt's boots crashing against the stairs; having been living with Alexis for as long as she could remember, Eida knew instantly that this was not a good sign. The lack of colour on her brother's face only confirmed it, really. They were both about to get one hell of a tongue-lashing. Alec practically threw his body out the doorway, only a second before Alexis entered the kitchen. Eida stood in complete silence as Alexis questioned her, before she shrugged her shoulders subtly, expression one of innocent fear. "Well... not now," she huffed, struggling to get the words out with a full mouth. Alec didn't bother contributing to the conversation. Instead, he turned and set the empty bowl into the sink, watching as his sister set her bowl down on the kitchen counter. It was a while before anyone said anything, but they both spun around to stare at Alexis when they heard the sound of glass shattering against the kitchen floor. In the next second she was gone, and the siblings were left stunned.

Another few moments passed by, with Eida making her way out of the kitchen just as an unfamiliar girl rang the bell in the lobby. Eida's eyes travelled to her almost immediately; she didn't recognise her from school. In this same second, one of Alec's friends entered and began to call for him. Eida lost interest pretty quickly, and instead turned towards the girl from before. Her grandmother wasn't around, and probably wouldn't come downstairs before this little encounter became awkward, so Eida simply stepped behind the counter. With her arms raised to rest her elbows on the wood, and her chin resting in her hands, Eida smiled. "How many I help you then, Miss..?" she asked, pausing. All the while, Alec had begun to walk towards his friend, a rather serious expression painted onto his features. He didn't bother sitting down beside her, but merely shot her a quick glance again. "We should go," he mumbled, temporarily distracted by the couple who came in, "before my weird ass family finds one more way to completely confuse and/or annoy me this morning." With that, Alec began to make his way towards the door, retrieving an umbrella from the holder to the side of it. He flicked the little tab once he was outside, and raised it above his head.




Alex

Alex's gaze was dragged upwards from his desk as a sudden burst of power became noticeable to him suddenly. Not only that, but it was located directly in front of him. It took a while for Alex's mind to register that he was seeing his daughter, Alex. She must have teleported, or some other method of travel, because otherwise he would've sensed her coming down the hall. But, at that moment, her transportation as the least of his concerns. His daughter, his actual daughter, was stood before him, staring at him. Alex was silent under her stare, until a look of realisation crossed her features and immediately his own gaze travelled to the girl sat in the room. She didn't seem to phased, as she went back to reading her book quietly and without much fuss.

Alex released an audible sigh, but didn't speak for a while, until... "You're probably waiting for an explanation," he murmured, as his hands busily worked to set out pieces of paper, textbooks and other such items which had been provided for him upon accepting the job. He glanced briefly at one of the books and snorted his amusement aloud. Othello, one of Shakespeare's great tragedies, and thoroughly unenjoyable to read. "I'm not going to go into details," he continued, pausing briefly to examine a piece of paper which he lifted to his face, before letting it drop to the desk, "but the last three years have been... interesting. I came to a realisation, it would seem, that this world is terribly divided... This world is a horrible place of war, of death and destruction. I think you'd be proud to know your old man is working to change that." He looked up then, an unsettling smile working its way across his lips. Every now and then, he would glance at the other girl, but she seemed to have placed some headphones in her ears, so Alex had no reason to hold back. Of course, there was another girl who had entered, but he could've sensed her power from a mile away. He ignored her greeting, too involved in his own conversation to bother replying.

"Anyhow," he started again, not giving Alexis the time to respond fully to the information which he'd admitted so willingly to her. Alexis was a special, special girl, and Alex needed her. Revealing every little detail right now would be a catastrophic error; she most likely wouldn't agree with him, and that would push them further apart. "I'll pop by the hotel today for a little visit, if you'd like... I do hope your mother hasn't missed me terribly." Alex had - by this point - finished setting his desk up, therefore allowing him to pay full attention to his daughter.




Kellin

Kellin was forced to loosen the grip of his thick arms as he felt Lexi beginning to turn under his weight. It wasn't until she came to be facing towards him that his hands instinctively moved to her hips, dragging her body closer to his and holding it there as she spoke. His eyes, which had previously been trailing her lips, flickered up to meet her gaze. A rather playful smirk slipped across his lips, though his stare was serious and a heavy frown still weighed upon his brows; the combination made him look almost menacing. As Lexi leaned in to kiss him, Kellin was more than prepared for the onslaught that was due to come. So absorbed in this kiss was he that he barely took notice of the fact that she was pulling away until he felt her teeth nicking at his lower lip, drawing out a throaty growl.

She was probably feeling proud of herself for that little move. Kellin wanted her; of course he did. Who wouldn't? Kellin's eyes opened and trailed her features once more, though this time his expression was one of utter frustration. Instead of catching on her lips, like his gaze usually would, it instead travelled down to her neck. One of the hands located on her lip flashed towards her hair, allowing him to grab a fistful of it in his over-sized hand. Still staring at her neck, he yanked her hair back, revealing it to him, whilst all the while shuffling them backwards until they hit the nearest wall. And, instead of biting into her like he thought would've, he fought against the urge and simply began to trail kisses from her jaw to the endpoint of the neck. Rather aggressively, Kellin released Lexi's hair and used the hand on her hip to shove her to the side. "Damn it," he muttered, raising a hand to touch his lower lip, his smirk returning so suddenly that he surprised even himself.

Glancing about, he huffed. "Is Logan around?" he asked, still keeping his smirk.




Scavenger

Upon entering the classroom, Scavenger took notice of how boringly average the people around her were. Most of them weren't even supernatural, so she had no one to play with... However, she did manage to spot a few girls wandering about which caught her interest. Sitting on the desk, facing the front of the classroom, Scavenger playfully grabbed at a few of them that passed her by, eliciting a few stunned squeals. One or two of them moved instinctively to their boyfriend, who would give her a brief earful about boundaries before storming off again. Scavenger's only response was to laugh and shrug it off, before targeting the next girl with an even higher sense of eagerness than before. That was, until Scavenger's eyes caught sight of Ashley wandering through the doorway. With a devilish grin, Scavenger raised her arm and gestured as if to call her over.

"Well, look at you, attending college, being a good little girl," Scavenger cooed, mockingly. Upon closer inspection, Ashley didn't look too happy, but Scavenger was hoping to change that... Although, teasing her wasn't exactly the best way to go about doing it. "You okay?"




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It has only been a couple of minutes and Ashley was already trying to think of ways to get herself suspended from his place. Of all the places she needed to be, this place was not one of them. She ran her fingers through her hair before gazing down at her phone. Nothing. Looking up she saw Scavenger gesturing for her to walk over. For a moment she hesitated, but she eventually made her way over. Ashley was rather found of this girl even though she didn't trust Scavenger. But Ashley doesn't really trust anyone. "Well, look at you, attending college, being a good little girl," Ashley rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. "And look at you. Annoying me so early in the morning." the gal retorted. Then the same teasing girl asked if Ashley was okay. Did Ashley look upset? She would need to work on her facial expressions when she thought about Victoria. She doesn't want the world to be able to read her. "Yeah I'm fine." She adjusted so that she was leaning against the desk. "Remind me why we show up here again?"



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Amorie felt like she was waiting forever and almost texted Alec again for him to rush his but down the steps. But she heard Eida greet the girl in the front which meant Alec wasn't so far behind. When she saw him, she smiled. When he saw her, he was suggesting they leaved this instant. Amorie stood up and rolled her eyes. "Good morning to you too." She muttered. Pocketing her phone, she followed him out of the hotel while avoiding the family that had wandered in. She placed herself underneath the umbrella next to him while adjusting her backpack. "I was thinking after school we have a sleepover. My dad is leaving me alone again and I don't want to be alone while ghost beg for my help." She said. But then a girl appeared before them so they stopped. The girl was staring, almost admiring Alec. Amorie just stood there, awkwardly, rocking back and forth on her heels.

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Elena couldn't help thinking it was a pretty crazy morning. She could hear people moving around on the upper floors, and could identify at least one pair of heavy boots thumping down stairs. The noise almost gave her a headache. She pressed three fingers to her forehead for a second to relieve the pressure slightly. It helped, but she decided she had to get used to it.

It didn't take long for someone to arrive. In fact, three people arrived at the same time. From behind her, a girl with blonde hair entered the way Elena had come in, and started shouting for someone. Elena winced, but once again realized that she would just have to get used to the noise and hubbub of every day life. From somewhere behind the receptionist's desk, a girl and boy emerged, both with black hair that was darker than Elena's, and skin that appeared to match hers in tone. She gave a grateful smile at their arrival. The whole situation was very slightly overwhelming for her.

The girl stepped behind the counter, looking very relaxed. Elena returned her smile, albeit somewhat awkwardly, and rubbed her shoulder unconsciously, out of habit. She inhaled through her nose as the girl asked her, "How many I help you then, Miss..?" Elena hesitated, before quickly realizing that she needed to provide her name. "Oh! It's, um, Elena. Elena Halliwell. I am right in thinking this is the hotel, right?" She asked, stammering a lot in anxiety. "I just, ah, need a place to stay." She rubbed her shoulder again, before giving the girl an awkward smile once again. "Ah, I'm sorry, it's just been such a long time since I've actually talked to someone." She finished, laughing it off. She hoped that her nerves hadn't gotten the best of her, and she huffed out a sigh in relief.

Just then, a young boy entered the hotel. His parents followed shortly after, but something about them was off. The boy's parents seemed odd, as if they were on a screen and being affected by white noise. She studied them carefully as they walked past, but she mostly studied the young boy. He was completely covered in mud, as if he'd stumbled through a swamp on his way. The mud reeked, as if it were covering something up, but Elena dismissed that. He was a small child, he most likely had just played somewhere he maybe shouldn't have. She shook her head again, and turned back to the girl in front of her.

"So, um, what's your name?" She forced out, trying to break the ice a little, and maybe even make an acquaintance. She couldn't help but sweep around the lobby once more, taking in everything. There were a few things that hung on the wall that she couldn't name, like the ticking machine with numbers 1 through to 12 around it, or the small oblong thing on the desk in front of her with numbers 0 to 9 on, a hashtag, and another button that appeared to look like the handle of the gadget. She couldn't help but wonder what they did. If it wasn't obvious that she hadn't had much human contact before, it definitely was now. She sighed once more, hoping and praying internally that the girl wasn't human, either. It would make things simpler that way. It might even make it easier to explain herself. She sighed, staring at her feet, before looking up and giving the girl one final smile, before wrapping her arms across her stomach in an attempt to pull herself together.

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Alex

Alex didn't quite know how to respond to Alexis' response, although he'd half expected her to be so incredulous about his passivity towards abandoning them those three years ago. Still, he remained completely silent as she told the blonde who had entered to leave. Scoffing a little, he gave a glance towards her, but said nothing in objection. He feared doing anything to the contrary would only worsen his daughter's mood, and that was something Alexander always tried to avoid. Often times he would think that her temper was even worse than his own, which was saying something. As, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alexis turn back to him, and his eyes widened for less than a second before his brows lowered in a frown. He was trying his best to stay focused, but it was becoming a much more difficult task.

As Alexis continued on, Alex found himself becoming more and more confused. After Slade died, he repeated in his mind. After Slade died? That wasn't how he recalled the events at all. In his own mind, Slade had died one year after he'd disappeared. In actual fact, Slade had come looking for him after some time, furious, to see why Alex had abandoned his wife. It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time; Slade has overheard a conversation which he really shouldn't have, and while Alex was entirely prepared to explain himself, Scavenger was not. She cut him down one night as he walked around in the forests surrounding the hotel, and taken his body for good measure. She'd claimed she'd done it for Alex, to preserve his secret, but he was furious. Not long after, before the body began to decompose, he ordered one of his best Necromancers to bring his son back; Alex had never been a fan of Slade, but at the end of the day they were family.

While he reflected upon these events, Alex barely noticed how his daughter prattled on. It was only when his eyes came into focus that he noticed the distressed expression she held on her face, and he could've sworn she was about to cry. But, no, that wasn't Alexis. She didn't cry; she got angry. Her finishing sentence was enough to curl Alex's fists into tight balls, but he immediately unclenched and shook his head slowly, eyes lowered. The world doesn't even know you, it doesn't need you... The words replayed in Alex's mind like a broken record. When he raised his head again, his eyes were dark and muted, as opposed to their usual stunning blue. He tried his best to push past it, but the words left his lips before he could stop them, though he managed to dull them down into a hollow mutter. He repeated them, once... twice... His eyes refocused and found Alexis', and it was upon this that he took a breath, before exhaling a soft, drawn-out sigh.

"Slade's not dead," he finally said, lowering himself down into his chair with hesitant, jittery movements. "Well... He is, but not entirely... You see, when I discovered that he was murdered, I was outraged. I... brought him back, from the dead. Or, a Necromancer did." He paused briefly. "It was explained to me that Slade would be able to walk around and act like he normally did, but for a long time he wouldn't be able to leave the Realm he'd been resurrected in, or even communicate with those from another Realm. He was, at the time, in the Wraith Realm." Alex leaned over his desk, pressing his hand to his forehead as another disgruntled sigh broke through his pursed lips. He shook his head some more, before glancing up. He lifted himself up almost immediately and walked around the desk until he was facing Alexis properly. "You must understand... I never meant to hurt anyone. Leaving was not my intention... It was not my choice," Alex continued, visibly shuddering upon the last few words, as if merely recalling the memory of the events which he endured was painful enough to side-track him. Regardless, he persisted on with strained, uneasy vocals. "I love you... I love your mother... And I'm here now. I'm..." He glanced about. "I'm here."




Alec

Alec held the umbrella above his head, huffing as he eyed the grey skies and rain which threatened to completely ruin his day, more so than his family already had. He waited until Amorie stepped through the door and joined him to start on forward. Craning his neck around to listen to her as she spoke, Alec snorted his amusement aloud, having almost forgotten what this girl did for a living. Being the Grim Reaper, he had once thought, must've been a pretty cool job, but after meeting and befriending Amorie, he was beginning to change his views on that. He'd heard often of her sleepless nights and awkward encounters, and he was not shy about admitting that he felt somewhat bad for her. But, at the end of the day, Amorie seemed like a cool girl. He flashed her a subtle smile, nodding. "Oh, yeah, sure thing. But, eh, not here... At yours?" he asked, but his smile quickly dropped as he noticed that she'd stopped, and he did so too. Turning around, he finally caught sight of what had halted his friend. A girl, around his age, stood in the rain... Was she... She was wearing a Gothic Lolita-styled dress. How odd.

When the unknown girl peeped a greeting, Alec offered her a distant, effortless smile which he would usually give to new people, a stark contrast to the playful grins and obnoxious smirks he would shoot at his closer friends. Saying nothing at first, his eyes trailed her outfit once more, and he cocked his head to one side in a way that suggested curiosity, though his eyes were cold and disinterested. "If you're looking for a place to stay, my sister's dealing with customers inside. But, regardless, you should get inside, lest you catch a cold... Why the hell did you leave the house in a dress on a day like this?" he continued on, keeping his vocals soft as possible, even though his question was rather intrusively forward. Extending his arm, he reached for her hand, aiming to pull her under the umbrella until she answered. He gave a quick glance to Amorie, almost as if apologising for the distraction on their journey to the school, before focusing once again on the girl.




Scavenger

Scavenger nodded absentmindedly at Ashley's response. Even though she didn't truly believe it, she was in no position to pester the girl. Despite being her superior in terms of Remei ranking, she had found it incredibly hard to give her orders, now and in the past. There was just something about this girl that caught Scavenger off guard every time she saw her. It was odd, and incredibly hard to put into words, but it was there and it was real, albeit slightly confusing. Running a hand through her black hair, she gave out a short huff.

Scavenger's eyes settled on Ashley's movements as she shifted to lean against the desk, which caused the short-haired girl to smirk slightly. "Because, my dear, we're Alex's eyes and ears around this place now," she replied, having leaned in and settled her voice into a hushed whisper. "Which, in a lot of ways, makes us the important ones." Scavenger leaned back after a few moments and gave a wink to the dark-skinned girl stood before her, eyes glinting with a mischievous playfulness that she held only for Ashley. Releasing an unintelligible sound, Scavenger positioned her hands behind her, allowing her to lean back a little; she finally allowed her eyes to wander away from Ashley's form, having spotted another girl walking through the door. This one, she thought, was interesting. Giving a playful growl as she passed by, Scavenger once again attempted to reach for the girl, and was not surprised to feel her hand being slapped away, though the girl did not look at all frightened or even shocked. Scavenger gave a laugh, while the girl took her seat only a few desks away.

"Gah, the girls here are usually so timid," she remarked with a sigh, shifting her gaze back to Ashley. "This sucks, though... I knew Alex was going to send you, but I wouldn't even have to be here if Kellin ever bothered to do his damn job properly." She absentmindedly flicked some rubber shavings from the small area of desk near her hand.




Slade

Each and every day, Slade began to feel sensations; whether it was a tingling in his fingertips or the prick of a blade against his skin, every single feeling gave him reason to believe that his Life Tree was healing his deceased form, and slowly returning him to life. Today, he knew, was a particularly special day for everyone. They'd all gone back to Parkwood. Being the naïve little creatures that they were, they had no real clue that Slade had quite recently recovered the ability to open portals. It was only today that he'd actually managed to stick a hand through without feeling like his skin was on fire and mere seconds away from blistered. Today, it felt normal... He was becoming normal again.

Staring at the portal before him, a grin broke out across his lips, brightening his features. It was an odd thing, smiling... He hadn't done so in such a long time that it felt a little unnatural. Part of him wondered whether he was even doing it right. Shifting his gaze right, he stared curiously into the mirror of his bedroom within the Wraith Realms main Castle. Yup... you look like a maniac right now, he thought, seemingly to himself. He relaxed his features, letting the unintentionally crazed grin drop from his lips. Before he knew what was happening, his legs were carrying his entire weight towards the portal. Only a few seconds later, he was being pulled through.

He felt the cold air of the human Realm hit him like a brick, and he tumbled backwards slightly. The portal by this point had closed, and so he was at no threat of being pulled back through. He could smell the rain lingering in the air, but he was in the forest so he was shielded from the moisture that threatened to dampen his hair and clothes. He could sense home. He knew he was near the hotel. Turning around, he spotted an all-too-familiar figure, sat down by what he quickly realised was his Life Tree. Figures the portal would've taken him straight here. But, that was the least of his worries. "Mom," he blurted, vocals cracking a little as if he was experiencing a strong flurry of emotions. Happiness, relief... sadness. She looked so broken, even from here. "Mommy," he repeated, his legs failing under him. He dropped to his knees.




Kellin

Kellin's eyes were focused on Lexi as she spoke, his single-minded desire corrupting every single muscle of his body. Oddly, he reminded himself of a lion, crouching in the tall grass as it watches its prey. A predator, waiting for its dinner ever-so patiently. As she continued to speak, Kellin failed to grab onto the words, and so they did not register in his mind for the longest time. The only thing he took real notice of was the way she moved closer and trailed her finger down his chest, but moved away before she reached his waistband. He had half a mind to grab her there and then, but he had a feeling that she wanted to continue on playing her little games for a bit, so he patiently obliged. That was, until she turned to walk away, and Kellin heard himself growling, low and teasing, as he started to follow after her.

It was then that Logan's voice became audible to him, and he snapped his head around to shoot the lad a glare. Again, much like a lion who had been interrupted during its hunt, and almost cheated of his prey. But this lion was a persistent one, and so he immediately returned his focus to Lexi, a visible shiver running down his spine as her laugh filled the silence. This time, he didn't stop walking; he moved towards her with his usual Vamp-like quickness and grabbed her by the hips once more, but instead of pushing her to a wall like he thought he would have, he slid his hands around and down the back of her legs, gripping onto them as he lifted her up and positions them around his waist. He then immediately wrapped his thick arms around her waist and sent his lips crashing into hers, unsteadily climbing the stairs as he did so.

Part of him knew that Lexi wouldn't have minded the rough, forceful nature of his desires, but this entire deal was still new to him. He'd spent the larger majority of his teen life bedding ordinary mortal women, and so suddenly not having to hold back was strange. Part of him didn't want too hurt her too much, and other parts of him were animalistic and cruel in their intentions. As he reflected upon this, he quickly registered that they were moving down one of the hallways rather quickly, and he burst through a random door. It probably wasn't the room Lexi had initially suggested, but that mattered little to Kellin. Entering the room, he finally released his grip, pushing her by the hips off of himself and onto the bed. His eyes were cruel and lacked humanity as he stared down at the blonde, still growling.




Eida

Eida almost chuckled at the girl's awkward response as she finally offered up her name. Elena, she repeated, how lovely. As the girl's next question came, Eida simply nodded her head, choosing not to comment on her nervousness. "The only one for miles," she replied. Lifting her elbows off of the counter, she flipped open the book which sat - old and dusty - in front of her. When she found the page she was looking for, she reached for a pen from one of the pots, but didn't write anything just yet. As the girl spoke of her need for a place to stay, Eida lowered the pen to the book and scribbled Elena's name in one of the free spaces. As such, she completely missed the smile offered to her, and only glanced up once Elena continued on. "Ah, no worries. I don't judge," she said, though her words mixed with a gentle chuckle as a soft smile worked to lift the corners of her lips. "But, yeah, sure. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need. And, uh, we can sort the payment out when you leave..." Eida continued on, though she quickly realised that the girl's focus had been placed elsewhere, so she simply turned to retrieve a key from one the hooks on the wall behind her. It was a small thing, golden, with the number '5' engraved into it.

When Elena asked for her name, Eida smiled brilliantly, setting the key down on the counter in front of the girl. "My name is Eida Iris," she replied, her tone cheery as she flopped backwards into the black computer chair. "My grandmother owns this hotel," she continued on, hands finding their place on her knees as she spoke. She thought briefly about her grandmother, Erieda, who was most likely sat near Simon's Life Tree, as she often did. Eida worried about her grandmother, in all honesty, but had gone with her a few times just to keep her company. Alexis took care of her, mostly, but Eida helped out when she was needed. This train of thought came across as an absentminded stare. It was only upon refocusing that something painfully obvious occurred to her, and it caused her to stand up again and peer curiously over the counter. "You didn't bring any luggage?" she asked, her tone suggesting that she was suddenly quite wary, though her expression remained passive.




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Sunday could hardly breath. Her face going from a soft peach to a warm pink as he looked her.

He was looking at her, he could actually see her. He wasn't just a vision through her mother's water mirror, where his image would warp and distort from time to time, but he was actually in front of her. Looking at her.

"If you're looking for a place to stay, my sister's dealing with customers inside. But, regardless, you should get inside, lest you catch a cold... Why the hell did you leave the house in a dress on a day like this?"

He spoke to her. Sunday felt the world spin in her vision. She followed his gaze and looked down at herself. Her legs were bare, but the rest of her was dressed as she usually was. She looked back up at him.

And tried to speak but then he reached out, catching her arm to pull her under the umbrella, she let him, a bit awkwardly, stumbling toward him, until she was nearly chest to nose with him.

She looked up, she could feel his breath her face.

"I....I...um....I just.... Her body teetered, overwhelmed at the closeness, her eyes then fluttered before she blanched and lost consciousness.

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Alec started to speak to the girl once she managed a hello. It was clear that he had no idea who she was and she definitely had no idea who she was. "If you're looking for a place to stay, my sister's dealing with customers inside. But, regardless, you should get inside, lest you catch a cold... Why the hell did you leave the house in a dress on a day like this?" Her friend had a strange way of trying to care. But she was a bit dressed up for this kind of weather. Amorie might have been in shorts, but she had a beanie on. That was pretty much all she needed. That and Alec's umbrella. Which he also extended to the strange girl. Amorie wasn't heartless, so she shifted. Alec gave her an apology look and she just shrugged. When his attention left her she immediately pulled out her phone. When Amorie wasn't doing anything, she played games on her phone. It kept her busy and kept her from wanting to move around so much. It was her form of ADHD medication.

Ever so often, Amorie would glance up, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. The girl still hadn't introduced herself and she was taking up room under the too small umbrella. And they were going to be late for school. Alec did not care for school, but Amorie was just trying to stay on her father's good side. It would just be easier that way for everyone. The final time she glanced up the strangely dressed girl, fainted. Amorie's eyes widened and she reached a hand out to grab the girl. Although the reaper only got part of her dress, it kept her from hitting the ground. With one hand she pocked the phone and with the other, she tugged the girl up so and leaned her up against Alec. She knew he wouldn't be too fond of that, but Amorie had already let go of her. Which left Alec the only person keeping her from falling. "I'm not strong enough to carry her." She stated. It wasn't far from the truth. In her reaper form, she had unimaginable strength for being a shadow. But in her human form, she wasn't all that strong. "Come on. Carry her inside." The blonde took the umbrella from her friend's hand so that he would have both of his hands.

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Kellin

Kellin's growl hitched in his throat as he spotted Lexi's sudden movements; she was now crouching on all fours, moving closer. Before he could even register what was about to happen, a grin broke across his lips and revealed a set of sharp fangs, slowly elongating. He sensed the confidence in her movements almost immediately, if the stare she was giving him wasn't already indication enough. He fought every instinct and urge in his body which told him to reach for her, which was a rather difficult task considering the circumstances. But, regardless, he managed to retain some of his self control, even if the low growl had suddenly returned again and blended into Lexi's snarl; his chocolate eyes watched her every movement as she leaned closer and unzipped his jacket with her teeth. Kellin, now unable to fight against his urges, wrapped his arms around her upper torso, fingers digging into her back as she leaned backwards, pulling Kellin - whose lips were now hungrily seeking hers - with her as she went. The next few moments were ones which Kellin pushed to the side in his mind, though he was pretty sure that when he felt claws running down his chest, Lexi was wearing less clothes than before. Deciding not to pick over this, he pushed himself away and shimmied himself out of his jeans, before quickly returning to his previous place between her legs.

Before he'd even had time to prepare himself, Lexi was flipping him onto his back, causing a brief expression of shock to flicker over his features, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared and was soon being replaced by one of eager desires. He felt his entire face becoming more and more flushed as she went on kissing down the length of his torso, and there was an audible, albeit incredibly short, whine of pure confusion when the kissing ceased and she leaned up again. The words which were spoken into his ear caused a shiver to run down his spine, and his body fell still as the implications of this finally settled in his mind. She's going to bite me... he thought over and over again. Believe it or not, he'd never let another person drink from him before; a little nibble every now and then, but never a proper bite. Make no mistake, Kellin would never have likened the situation to anything such a loss of virginity; the sole reason he was rigidly panicking was because Lexi was batshit crazy, it was painfully obvious. If she liked his Dryad blood, she'd tear his neck to all hell. That was something he'd like to avoid.

As a faint click became audible, Kellin had to crane his neck in order to be able to see who'd entered. When he realised it was only a made, he was not ashamed to admit that he was a little relieved, although the sudden lack of weight pressing down on him suggested that Lexi was not longer on top of him, and it was then that he glanced down to check for himself; when he saw nothing but empty space, he propped himself up and turned his entire weight around, his entire body going cold. In a mere second, Lexi had her jaw clamped around the woman's throat and, in one seemingly effortless movement, she ripped it straight out. The shock, much like before, was soon replaced with another sensation... He felt an odd tingle spreading over his entire body, originating in his throat. As his eyes spotted the blood, which was spewing all over Lexi's half-naked form, his eyes shifted a pale amber, and he soon found himself on all fours, a feral snarl sounding in his throat. He hadn't even acknowledged that Lexi was looking at him until he heard her voice, and he whipped his head towards her.

Urging himself forward, Kellin straightened himself up and left his weight fall from the bed, before he moved slowly towards the body lying on the ground and the woman still sat on top of it. Honestly, with the mix of emotions coursing through his body at that time, he didn't know which one to tackle first. Was he to feed first, and deal with Lexi later? She seemed to be suggesting it as she held her hand out for him; a gesture which he chose to ignore. He dropped to his knees and moved a hand towards the raw wound, catching some of the blood on his finger which he instinctively moved to his open mouth. His tongue flickered over it, and all of a sudden he was an entirely different person. His bloodlust had heightened to the point where every second he sat near the body without drinking was so utterly painfully. "You bitch..." he spoke, his voice coarse and evidently strained.

It wasn't until a few seconds after which that he lowered his gaping mouth to the deceased form lying below Lexi, and he clamped his jaw around it. It was messy. He didn't enjoy messy kills, but he was so unbelievably hungry at that point that he didn't really care. As he ripped into it a little more, he felt the blood gushing against his cheeks and neck, spilling down his torso when he moved to sit up. Mouth parted, slumped over and breathless, Kellin returned his gaze to Lexi, his expression void of all humour. Moving closer, he felt his right arm shifting to allow a hand to clamp around the back of her neck, holding her in place, whilst the other was running against her inner thigh. "You crazy, sexy bitch," he continued, moving his head towards her blood-soaked neck. His tongue, which was now making its way through parted lips, ran from the bottom of her neck all the way up to her chin, collecting as much blood on its journey as was possible, before he pressed his lips to hers once again. His tongue ran alone her bottom lip, almost as if asking permission to enter.

He wanted to move back towards the bed. He wanted to get to the main act. The thing he'd actually come here for. Not all of this crazy as fuck killing and bloodlust; although it was an added bonus, he felt as if this was going way too far and way too quickly. But, as he reflected upon this, he realised that he'd been asking for it when he initially pursued Lexi. At first she had been something of an enticing mystery to him; dangerous, sexy and able to show him a good time. But this... This was way beyond even Kellin's limitations. Still, he was here, and he might as well have stuck with it. Breaking away from the embrace, he nudged his head to one side, gesturing to the bed whilst still maintaining eye contact with the gorgeous blond in front of him.




Slade

As Slade felt his weight dropping to the forest floor, the first thing he became aware of was his mother's familiar voice shouting his name, and the shift in the air he felt as she rushed towards his collapsing form. Despite himself, Slade allowed a smile to fall upon his lips. Oh, how he'd missed his mother. Missed her voice, her smile, her motherly embrace. He knew Erieda had never asked to be a mother, and that it was all some horrible mistake having been impregnated by such a heartless monster, but all things considered Slade couldn't have asked for a better mother. All of this he'd had at least two years to reflect upon and fully appreciate. Sure, he'd been close to his mother in the past, but never before had he truly realised how much he was unable to cope without seeing her everyday. In seconds, he felt that all-too-familiar embrace around him, and he visibly relaxed under his mother's hold.

Overcome with such sudden emotion, Slade couldn't fight against the violent sob which shook his entire body and robbed him of any energy he'd retained after his fall. He extended his arms and wrapped them around his mother, moving willingly with her as she rocked him back and forth. "Mom," he whimpered, seemingly in response to her words and the kisses she would place on his forehead. As she pulled away from him, Slade had no choice but to loosen his grip, although he couldn't bring himself to maintain eye contact with her for more than a few seconds before he felt more tears stinging his eyes. He looked instead at the ground beside them, still sniffling. He leaned into her hand as she began to stroke his face, eyes peeling themselves open as she began to speak again.

"I'm here," he repeated, finally looking at her whilst nodding in confirmation. "I would've... If I could've, I'd have come home sooner... I would have let you know that I'm alive, but I-... I couldn't. Fucking Necromancy tricks stopped me from opening portals or communicating telepathically, y'know." He paused for a moment or two, as if to let the information settle in his mother's mind, before he continued on. "No one would take a message to you, either. Wraiths are always so bloody difficult to strike bargains with." Leaning into his mother's embrace once more, he was beginning to feel more and more like a little child as opposed to the thirty-eight year old man he actually was. But he didn't care. "I owe dad for bringing me back... Apparently he went totally ape-shit when he found out. I... I asked him to carry a message, but all he said was that certain circumstances prevented him from travelling to or communicating with you for a while..." He looked at his mother, tears brimming once more. "Gods... I've missed you so much," he quickly blurted, lifting a hand to brush his thumb across her jaw.




Alex

Alex took a step back as Alexis began on again, and he realised that it would be much more difficult to work his way around her than he'd originally thought. The less human side of him despised how children could be so difficult, with all their petty little emotions and constant need for compassionate, fatherly love. Whereas the more human side of him wanted nothing more than to take his little girl into his arms and ensure her that he was worthy of her trust and attention. But, either way he chose to go about doing it, he needed Alexis, and if that meant being the apologetic, caring and truly emotional father she seemed to be seeking, then that was how he would have to act until he'd got his claws officially hooked into her. And so, as she went on and on about how hard it was to wait for him, Alex had an expression of pure understanding and sympathy painting onto his expression; noticeable enough, but also sufficiently subtle so as not to appear mocking or fake. A flawless performance, if he did say so himself. He would promise himself, at the very least, a proud smirk when Alexis' back was turned. But, for now, his entire focus went into making his little act believable. It was then that a thought crossed his mind... Am I even paying attention?

When he refocused again, he managed only to catch the last few seconds of her rant, and almost immediately his expression dropped. Despite everything, those were as far from his true feelings as were entirely possible. Sure, his daughter was born different, but if anything he had always favoured her for it. She was a truly special girl in more ways than one, and she was his daughter. His very own child. A little annoying at times, but still a product of his own creation. And, as such, he felt an urgent need to deny every single word exiting her mouth in that moment. "Alexis, no," he spoke, keeping his vocals soft but with an obviously urgent sense of denial; a reflection of his true emotions, no doubt. "Quirky as you are, and always have been, you are my daughter without question. You may choose to deny that I am your father; I know I'm as far from one as a person could possibly be. I have made a lot of really shitty decisions in my life, and I know that. I spent my entire marriage to your mother trying to make up for all those horrible things. This is not something that I want, but it is something I must do." Part of him wanted to take a few steps forward, and to wrap his arms around Alexis in a way that was comforting but not to over-step his boundaries.

"I should have come back straight away," he suddenly blurted. "I just...." Alex looked up, an expression of pure frustration settling upon his features and furrowed brows as if even having to admit this was something entirely unfavourable in the most disgusting of ways. "There a lot of things I am not permitted to speak of which have prevented me from visiting Erieda, from even communicating with her..." he continued. "Now that I'm back in Parkwood... I guess I just got nervous. It's hard to think I could be... but..." Alex stopped for a moment. "Please, take me to her... I... cannot locate her. My thoughts are too..." Alex's voice trailed into a gentle but decidedly incoherent murmur of seemingly gibberish.




Scavenger

Scavenger released a laugh at Ashley's response to her words, like it was a complete surprise that Scavenger hadn't been on the initial 'school party bus' to the mortal Realm. She was Alex's second-in-command. Had Kellin not bailed on his duties to the Remei and to Alex, Scavenger would most likely have been sent to keep an eye on Erieda, Alexis or another of the more important targets for the boss' plans. Being sent to attend school in the hopes of picking out small pieces of gossip here and there as a job for the novices and soldiers. This was known. And yet, here Ashley was, acting like the logic and information had completely skipped over her. Regardless, Scavenger didn't point it out. To do so would've probably only worsened Ashley's mood, which Scavenger often found herself trying to avoid. "I would have visited," the short-haired girl offered as a response, a gentle smirk tugging at her full lips. "Maybe would'a grabbed you and pulled you into the nearest broom closet for a little fun," she continued, deciding to give a short laugh afterwards to signal that it was only a joke.

It was then that an unknown - which wasn't too much of a surprise considering Scavenger knew absolutely no one - strolled up to the two girls so casually that Scavenger was only slightly taken aback by her confidence. After a second, Scavenger's smirk spread into a grin which reached both ears, and she pushed herself upwards shortly afterwards; her hands instantly fell into her lap, and began tugging at some of the rips in her skinny jeans absentmindedly, whilst glancing up at her occasionally as she would speak. "Mm... Eden, such a lovely name," she dark-haired girl remarked. To say that the unfamiliar blonde had caught Scavenger's attention was an understatement. Aside from Ashley, Eden was the only girl who hadn't tried to flee from her eager grip; not that Scavenger would ever be so forward with Ashley, but still... She forced her smirk to soften into a genuine smile. She held out her hand briefly for a shake. "Pleasure's all mine," she urged, lowering her arm once more.

As much as Scavenger really wanted to continue her conversation with Ashley, she felt she could not be completely rude to those around her on her first day at the College, lest she get a bad reputation for it. If popularity was any concern to her, which she felt it should have been, then she would try her very best to get on people's good sides. Polite conversation, it seemed, was an effective way of going about this. And so, with a soft chuckle making its way through her parted lips, she casually leaned forward. "What brings you to Parkwood then, Eden?"




Alec

Alec stared down at the stammering girl with eyes that quickly softened, releasing his brows from the weight of a frown and giving him a rather gentle, understanding expression. He suddenly realised that maybe grabbing her and pulling her forward was a bit too extreme. He should've known, in all fairness. He should have taken one look at the quivering girl stood before him and thought, maybe I shouldn't physically assault this one by dragging her about the place. However, much like Alec's usual self, such thoughts hadn't even crossed his mind. His movements were through pure impulse as opposed to careful, thought-out and logical decisions. Such was his way of life. It couldn't be helped.

Even so, when the he noticed the girl's eyes fluttering as if she was about to collapse, a sudden feeling of regret washed over him like ice-cold water, and his eyes widened slightly as she toppled. Almost as if on cue, this was when Amorie decided to start paying attention, and did what Alec could not; she grabbed her, and pulled her forward. Alec visibly cursed as the girl's body came crashing towards his own, and as the umbrella was taken from his grip, he opened his arms in order to catch her, grunting with the effort it took to keep her off the ground. As Amorie spoke, Alec shot the blonde a harsh glare, as if to say, you'll pay for this. Awkwardly, Alec shifted his arms around a bit, still attempting to keep her from slipping out of his arms, but it was like trying to hold a glass of water with grease-covered hands. Every way he bent to keep her upright, she seemed to find another place to slip. After a while of incredibly awkward flailing and grabbing off places, Alec had managed to position one arm under her upper back and the other under her knees, hoisting her up properly.

"Man... I didn't ask for this bullshit. Not today, of all days," he muttered as he turned, almost laughing at the way the unknown girl's limbs flapped about limply with the sudden movement. He was grateful, at least, that Amorie was holding the umbrella over his head. He gestured to her, signalling that he would walk forward, and kicked the door open with his foot. Making his way casually past the two girls stood with his sister, Alec made his way upstairs, found an empty room, and asked rather bluntly for one of the wandering staff members to unlock the door for him. As he made his way inside, the man flicked on a switch, to which Alec replied with a murmured 'thank you'. He laid the girl's unconscious form on the bed, over the sheets, and stepped back. After giving her a quick glance over, he grumbled incoherently to himself and walked out, slamming the door behind himself with enough force to have the walls around it trembling.

When he was downstairs again, he grabbed Amorie's arm - albeit gently so as not to cause her any harm - and pulled her eagerly out of the hotel. He just wanted to get away from all the weird shit. Just for one morning. As he started on his way to the school, he gave the blonde a glance. "So, about that sleepover..." he started, smiling.




Eida

It didn't take a whole lot for Eida to realise that maybe she shouldn't have been so intrusive towards the girl. She was clearly nervous; for what reason, Eida had no clue, but it was not her place to pry. Instead of pushing the situation further, Eida simply nodded, avoiding eye contact as leaned against the desk, which was propped up against the counter. As Elena presented a pouch, Eida was about to shake her hands and tell her that it was not necessary to provide such things, but curiosity overwhelmed her then and so she just stared, mouth parted ever so slightly. "Your secret is safe with me," she peeped, her voice quiet but hopefully still audible from such a short distance away. She continued to watch quietly as Elena proceeded to pull random items out of her little pouch, and Eida was drawing closer and closer to the conclusion that she should stop the dark-haired girl; Eida was starting to feel slightly bad about not saying anything at first. When Elena pushed some cash across the counter, Eida repeated her nod, though this time it lasted for a second or two. "We're not very expensive," she explained, a little hesitantly. "That will float you for a few nights, actually, Eida continued to assure the girl, before she spoke again. Eida made a small, unintelligible sound as the girl's voice cut short, and she followed her gaze to the blonde who had just entered.

Upon finally registering who the girl actually was, Eida's eyebrows widened to the point where even she was surprised that her eyeballs didn't pop effortlessly from their sockets. "Emily!" she practically squealed, applying sufficient weight onto her arms to propel herself over the desk in a graceful leap. She landed without issue and ran barrelling to the tall blonde, wrapping her in a tight hug before she had any chance to protest against it. Not that Eida thought she would, but still. It was no secret that Eida and Emily had been friends for some time, and neither was it hidden that Eida held a deep, unyielding affection for the girl. Such was evident in her quickly-spreading grin and poorly controlled glee. She was so involved in her reunion with her friend that she hadn't even noticed her brother shimmying down the lobby and up the stairs with an unconscious girl held in his arms. Loosening her grip, Eida stepped back a little bit, hopping up and down on the spot rather subtly. "You're back," Eida blurted, almost rolling her eyes at her own statement of the obvious. "How-... I mean... why? How long are you staying?" God, how she hoped it was for a while.




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Sunday awoke with a gasp, horribly nightmares of her mother throwing her to the horrible demons that loved nothing more then to hurt her.

She looked around, finding herself in a room, on a bed, fully clothed, holding her chest in a panic, breathing hard.

She found herself, safe and alone.

She allow herself to breath for a moment, only for the memory to come flooding back.

"Oh no!" she gasped. She was with him...Alec Iris. She was face to face with him, so much so that she could feel his breath on her face, like she'd only dreamt about.

He was gazing down at her, looking in to her eyes.....and she fainted.

"Stupid, Stupid, Sunday, Stupid, stupid!" She cried, taking her long nails and clawing violently at the skin of her arms, leaving thin red lines on her peach skin, criss crossing over old scars put there in the same fashion.

She was a failure, just like the General and her Mother said. She could hear her mother now.

"You only have one job, you stupid girl!" She would say after striking her to the floor. Sunday held her face as if she actually had been struck.

"I'm Sorry, Mama..."Sunday cried, sobbing.

"Sorry, doesnt' cut it, do as I say or so help me, I will send you to the incubi!"

Sunday hiccuped a sad cry, clawing at her arm for her failure.

She didn't want to go back to them, they'll hurt her, she didn't want to hurt anymore.

She stopped her clawing and got to her feet. She had only one job, the only one she wanted. Get close to Alex Iris.

But where did he go?


She moved to the window and pulled the curtians to, and there he was. A beautiful as ever, walking....with a girl....and he was holding on to her arm.


Sunday's world shattered as she gaped at them.

He should be with her, that was her job...that was her dream to be his. Not this girl...who was she!

Sunday's little face screwed up in a menacing frown and she flung out her hand, and materialized a violin, it was black and wicked looking, nothing like one would see in this realm.

She held it to her chin and she began to play, her previous brown eyes glowing red as she began to sing a haunting song.

"Someday these walls will speak
The floors beneath you creek
To call my name
Here in my web of dreams
My whispers turn to screams
And place the blame...."
she sang her voice soft and haunting, as she played her violin, and to everyone but Alec they were hear nothing but music, not even her voice, but Alec would feel her, hear her name like a whisper on the wind, and he would feel guilty for leaving her alone, he would be nearly unable to get her face out of his mind, and it would all end as soon as he came to see her.

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Scavenger had claimed to visit and pull Ashley away for some extra fun times. The laugh afterwards led Ashley to believe it was a joke. But if the dark haired woman actually pleased Ashley enough, she might have just let it happen. But she wasn't going to say anything. So far her day has been anything but awful. Scavenger was keeping Ashley from hating everyone and threatening the lives of people she does not care for. There was some silence between her and her Scavenger. It was almost the end of a conversation that could have also been the start of another. But a girl, whom Ashley did not know, approached the both of them. With a smile of innocence. The smirk that Ashley tends to only hold for Scavenger quickly disappeared. Ashley did not care for meeting new people. Did not care to get to know anyone. And did not care this girl, whose name was Eden. Scavenger on the other hand was almost pursing Eden. Engaging her in a conversation, that Ashley did not want to be a part of.

The dark skinned girl would have much rather carried on the silence with Scavenger than make nice with Eden. But she sat there, examining the girl that was being pursued. She seemed normal enough except for the feeling that Ashley was standing before a dragon. Which left her curious to why she was getting that feeling. It must have been her own dragon trying to tell Ashley something. But she pushed the feeling away. Done with her examination, she took her attention away from Eden and Scavenger. When she was needed, her name would be called. But until then she was going to wait for Victoria to need her. Ashley glanced down at her phone and then looked back up. Nothing.



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Amorie already knew that somehow, someway, Alec was going to get her back for this. But right now, their one concern was to get this girl inside. Walking inside the hotel, Amorie stayed in the lobby. There were two girls with Eida still. The blonde gave a smile and a wave to Alec's sister to be polite. But then she rocked on her heels, waiting for her friend to come back. If he was ever going to come back. For all she knows, he was going to stay until his mother came back to deal with that girl. But when the hotel walls shook and her chill went down her spine, she knew Alec was coming. The door slam was evident of that. She was going to comment something about him slamming the door, but he had dragged her out of the hotel. Amorie still had the umbrella up to protect them from the rain. They were headed to school and Alec brought the sleepover back up with a smile. The blonde raised an eyebrow and decided bringing up that girl and the door slam wasn't the best.

Linking arms with her friend the continued to school. "Well after school you can just come straight over. After you pack clothes and whatever else you might think you need." She said. Her father said no boys, but Alec wasn't just some boy. He was good friend of hers. "No family. No craziness. Movies. Popcorn. Well except for my occasional disappearance." That she had no control over and never will. Sometimes she is needed and she can't avoid the responsibility.



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Nicholas examined himself for a bit to make sure that nothing was seriously damaged on him. But barely a scratch. It was just the impact of the fall that hurt. The person that he crashed into just stumbled a bit. He looked a tad frightened but that last but a second. He was honestly expecting the male to fall, but it was better he didn't. He asked if Nick was okay and he took hold of his hand to stand up. "I am fine." Nicholas released his hand and dusted himself off. That was when the male introduced himself as Logan. Looking back up, Nick admired his features. He was a very handsome man. Although Nick just moved here, he wanted a friend. Even if he was going to pursue this friend. "Name's Nicholas." He was a bit intrigued with Logan's accent. It was exotic sounding. In fact he wanted to hear the male speak some more. He took his skateboard back from him. Nicholas' wasn't very exotic. Though his hispanic background gave him the ability to roll his Rs and have an accent. He didn't speak the language. He wish he could have.

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"Curious," Sunday's bow screeched against the strings, in a fright. She whipped around to see a woman standing where no one stood before. "You have a beautiful voice." The woman said, and Sunday backed against the window.

"W-who are you?" she asked, her violin vanishing in the similar way it had appeared. "Did mother send you?! Please, tell her I ma trying, I am, it's not as easy as it seems!" Sunday sobbed, fear and panic in her eyes, that had gone from a glowing red to the soft brown they had been.

She turned her head toward the window, seeing Alec with that blonde girl.

Maybe if she made her dark hair blonde, then he would notice her too. or she could use magic like her mother was said to have, and trick him like her mother and tricked her father.

Who that man is, she did not know, and her mother never said. Her mother never told her anything unless it was an order. Her turned her attention back to the woman, who reminded her of her mother.

"Please, Miss, Don't tell my mother....I don't want to be sent to them again..."

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It was a safe statement to make that Alex was not exactly expecting what came next. He did not flinch as Erieda moved closer, but his body did tense as if preparing for some sort of assault on his health, physical or mental. When he felt her lips pressing against his own, he was taken aback beyond all measure, and for the longest time he felt he'd stayed completely still, too afraid of ruining the situation to try anything else. Words could not describe how much he had missed his wife's embrace, how much he'd wanted to feel the warmth of her body pressing against his own. Without really being aware of what he was doing, Alex's arms moved from his sides to wrap around her lower torso with extremely gentle movements. It was a moment or two before Alex really got into it, by which point Erieda was pulling away.

As her voice became audible to him, Alex's eyes opened and he pulled his forehead away from her own to gaze upon her features once more. "Of course..." he whispered, tightening his hold around her to pull her closer to him. He positioned his head to be able to nuzzle her neck, now no longer held back by the worry that he was going too fast. Her suggestion in its entirety was a reassurance like no other, and he took a few moments before answering to fully register it. "I'm here with you, Erieda. Any time you need me, I will be here," he continued. He turned his head to the side and began to place small kisses up her neck, until he reached her jaw; from there he trailed a small journey back to her lips, kissing her like... well, like he hadn't done so for many, many years. Like everything he had been through was all reduced to nothing because he was now able to hold his wife in his arms once more, and love her.

Lifting a hand to he back of her head, Alexander ran his hands through her dark hair, before pulling away. "Are you... sure?"




Alec

Alec was not opposed to walking arm-in-arm with his friend. He kept the smile upon his lips for a while as he waited for her to speak. "Ah, right then," he replied, reaching out his arm to take the umbrella back from her grip. Alec wasn't one for letting women provide for him, even if it was something as simple as shielding him from the rain. Despite being an entirely modern teenager, Alec like to think of himself as quite traditional when it came to the gender roles of men and women; men would provide for the women, and they - in turn - would smile and act pretty all the while. That's what he liked to think, anyway, and it was the source of a great many discussion with his sister about having been born in completely the wrong era. Continuing on, he murmured the words, "To be honest, that sounds more pleasantly relieving than most of my nights lately." He finished this off with a brief chuckle, although it was remarkably hollow.

The wind whistled past his ears, like normal, but this time it held something in it which it had previously lacked. A name... A name... He heard it, just about. It was the faintest sound he'd ever heard in his life, but it was there, and it was real. "Sunday," he spoke aloud, halting so suddenly that he felt the awkwardness of his arm-in-arm position. Wriggling free of this, he turned towards the direction in which they'd come from, but he couldn't see the road... He saw a face. Her face. Clear as day in his mind. What was I thinking? He thought... "I should go back... She shouldn't be alone... She shouldn't be alone," he repeated, again and again, until the sound of his own voice became something unfamiliar to him. He turned to Amorie, practically tossing the umbrella in her direction before breaking into a sprint.

Idiot... You idiot.




Syrid

Syrid only offered a smile as the youthful being before her turned around, and it was to Syrid's knowledge that she was surprised. Scared, even. In complete, unremarkable silence, Syrid watched the girl break down before her very eyes and, if she had possessed any maternal instincts at all before her change, she might've felt the need to hug the girl, to assure her and comfort her. Such as it was, Syrid remained motionless, but mildly sympathetic nonetheless. Stepping forward, Syrid brought the corners of her lips upwards; her body language as a whole suggested that she meant no harm to the child, but neither did she wish to show an act of kindness at this early stage.

"You've been through a lot," Syrid spoke, nodding subtly to accompany her words. "I know this." Extending her arm forward, Syrid moved a stray lock of hair back into its original place atop the girl's head, and cocked her head to one side as if assessing her physical form. "I do not know your mother. But, even if I did, I would have no reason to inform her of your every action. Calling to others through song is what a Siren does, correct? How can you possibly fault a being for doing what is only natural to them?" The question was intended to be rhetorical, of course, but Syrid remained silent for long enough to allow the girl to speak, at least.




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If Amorie could explain her confusion she would have. Alec had started mumbling things to himself which the reaper could barely make out. Then he practically shoved the umbrella back into the blondes hand before taking off. She wasn't even able to ask him where he was going. For a moment, Amorie stood in the rain with the umbrella. Whenever she disappears on Alec he waits around for her. It was only fair she gave him a few moments. But he was taking to long and she was already late to school because of that strange girl incident. With a sigh, the blonde started heading towards the college. She was not looking forward to explaining why she was late again. The reaper did not like to make it a habit of being late. But with being a supernatural with a supernatural friend, it tends to happen way more than it should.

The walk wasn't long. When she crossed, the doors she closed the umbrella. The moment she was inside, it had stopped raining. She mumbled curses about her dad being an asshole. Even though she knew her dad had nothing to do with the weather. She blamed him for negativity when he was not around. She walked into her classroom and took a seat in the back. Throwing her feet up on the desk next to her, she pulled her phone back out. Amorie started playing a game to distract her. The game randomness and thumb activity keeps her from needing to move around so much. But she would start shifting in the back seat a couple of times if need be.



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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nicholas, or do you prefer to be called Nick?" Nicholas had a rather inappropriate comment about screaming something in a bedroom but he held his tongue. He had only met Logan moments ago. Though Nick was drawn to him for some reason. He was unnaturally handsome. The male had to have known that. But if he didn't, Nicholas would not mind telling him that a couple of times. "You can call me whatever." He said, with a shrug. Nick never had a preference when it came to his name. As long as it wasn't something to make fun of him. His mother called him many different names everything from Spanish to English. Although he was not fluent in Spanish, he knew when his mother was calling him. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know anything about this town? I kind of just arrived, like 5 minutes ago." Without meaning too, Nicholas started to laugh. Not a heavy laugh, but he was rather amused. He managed to calm down.

"Sorry. It's just that I am new here too." He started to explain. "I did not know I was going to crash into someone that had no idea where anything was as well." Nick chuckled a bit. He ran his fingers through his hair. "To officially answer your question. No I don't know where anything was. I just came outside to get some fresh air. I was actually unpacking." He said gesturing over to the house that he was currently living in. It looked kind of small on the outside. But it was two levels and a basement. Nick had no idea what he was going to do with the basement, but he had to do something. Right now he was considered it a gym. "I should actually head back..." His attention went back to Logan with an idea in his head. "Would you like to come? If you help me with unpacking I will reward you with food?" He bargained. Nick would give him way more than food if he asked, but he kept that to himself.

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Nicholas did not think that Logan would come and help him with unpacking. It wasn't like Nick needed help. In fact he just wanted the cute company. But Logan said he would help and he didn't need food unless he was hungry. Unpacking wouldn't cause hunger. It would just require constant breaks due to how boring it could be. "So it's that house right?" Nick nodded and started leading the way towards his house. There was something dangerous about this that was tugging at the back of the Hispanics mind. He knew nothing of this stranger and he was letting him into his home. This is stuff his mother warned him about. "Beware of strangers, hijo" "Don't give it up to everyone" And other non sense like that. Nicholas was grown and his mother was still warning him about strangers. Strangers can become friends. Even if he was to heed his mother's warnings, he couldn't do that now. The cute stranger already agreed to come and help.

He got up to the door and unlocked it. Nick left the door open to signal for Logan to follow him inside. There were boxes all over the living room. There were even more boxes in the basement and in some of the other rooms. The only room that was completely unpacked was the kitchen. His bedroom still needed some work. All the furniture was set up, he just needed to put stuff on shelves. Nicholas tossed his phone onto the couch and turned to look at Logan. "As the guest I will let you pick where we start. The kitchen is the only place that is completely unpacked." He stated.



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Amorie was completely tuned out to whatever was going on in the class. The game had her attention. That and her father. She was just wondering what he was doing and how important it was. He didn't leave her day often. This was rare. He never tells the blonde what he is doing so she is just left wondering. Out of nowhere the blonde let out a frustrated sigh and slammed her phone down onto the desk. She lost. She couldn't pick that phone up for a while. When she calms down, then she will play again. Until then, she needed another distraction or she will start bouncing off the walls. Amorie started tapping her feet against the floor not caring who it bothered. She closed her eyes and just tried to pretend no one was around. After a while, she couldn't hear her feet on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she was in some alleyway. In her right hand was a giant scythe. The blonde groaned. It was reaper duties.

Amorie pulled the hood over her head and turned to see who was dying. It was a teenage boy. He couldn't have looked older than her. He had shaggy blonde hair and almost looked like he weighed nothing. There was a bullet wound in his chest. Whatever had happened with him, it clearly did not end well. The reaper moved closer to him and it bent down. Reaching into the boy's chest, she pulled out his soul. She examined it. White with a few dark spots. Mostly he was a good kid and too see him like this made her sad. Another reason why Amorie hated her job. She watched all kinds of people die and she hated it. Mumbling a few words, the soul faded away. She had sent it to the angels. They would deal with it. Amorie waved a hand and she reappeared in the bathroom of her school. Checking the mirrors, she made sure that no essence of her true form was showing. Luckily it wasn't. She pushed the tips of her blonde hair off her shoulders and she headed back to her classroom, trying to think of an excuse to why she was in the bathroom.



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Ashley could not think of an exit besides walking out. But since Alex was a teacher, he would figure out that she was blatantly disobeying his orders. And that wasn't an argument she was ready to deal with. Not right now. Maybe later on in the day when someone starts to seriously annoy her. Scavenger was still trying to talk to the blonde girls, whose name had already left Ashley's mind. So the dark skinned dragon took a seat in her chair. Put in her ear buds and turned the music all the way up. When she was needed, Scavenger would let her know. But for now, she doesn't want to be bothered. She doesn't even want to be at this cursed school. Glancing down at her phone, she sighed. No text. Ashley had hope that Victoria was going to need her. Although she doesn't know when, she just knew. But until then, she was just going to keep checking the phone.

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Nicholas waited patiently for his new friend to decided where they should start unpacking. It left them both with two options. Connect the wifi and never move from the couch. Or unpack the bedroom to actually get something done. It was a true dilemma. Getting Logan up to the bedroom could prove to be beneficial to them both later on. But it could also prove to be pointless and actually full of work. Hooking up the router would give them complete internet access which could prove to be a distraction from everything. Nicholas would never finish unpacking if he was too busy looking up silly kittens on YouTube. "I guess I'd rather be nosy than be the guy who set up your router and made you forget you had an entire house to empty." Logan placed the router back in the box and caused Nicholas to chuckle. The stranger had made his choice. "Well then let me show you to the bedroom." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows seductively. Nick was only kidding for the most part.

Turning on his heels, he guided Logan up the steps and through the hall. The master bedroom as the very last door. Inside it had many boxes and a bed frame. The dresser and tables haven't been set up yet. The rest of his bed was leaning up against the wall. Nicholas was very lazy when it came to this part. He was perfectly content with living out of boxes for a little while longer. "Guess we should get started." The Hispanic encouraged.



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Alex had finally graced the classroom with his presence. That wasn't enough to get Ashley to pause her music. All he was going to do was teach the class and she was not hear to learn. She turned the music up a bit louder and glanced over towards Scavenger. She seemed just as uninterested as Ashley was. That was new for the dragon. To see her without a smirk glued to her face. Whatever was running through the dark haired gals mind was really bothering her. Ashley had half a mind to ask, but she decided against it. This was not a time to act sentimental. Not when Alex was teaching them and they had a job to do. Running her fingers through her hair, she decided to pull her ear buds out. Ashley was expecting to hear the voices of annoying mortals, but it was silent. Looking up from the phone she saw Victoria. Her Victoria. "Ashley, Ashley, My love, The device you gave to me did not work...." If Ashley could look more shocked, she would. Device? Device...? The phone. Ashley forced Victoria too keep a cellphone with her in her realm to keep contact. Apparently cellphones couldn't transfer phone calls and texts over different realms.

The dark skinned beauty should say something. Anything. But she was still stuck on the fact Victoria had actually shown up. Scavenger cleared her throat, which snapped Ashley out of her thoughts. Neither Scavenger nor Alex was pleased. In fact, Ashley can already see that she was going to get in a world of trouble for this. Not that she cared. Victoria showed up. Standing up, Ashley gestured for Victoria to follow her out of the classroom so that they could talk and not have to worry about mortal ears. When out of the room, Ashley let a smile form on her face. "You came."



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Amorie walked into her classroom as two others walked out. If the reaper cared enough, she would have been a bit worried about why they were leaving. The blonde saw that the teacher had finally shown up and she just took her seat in the back. If the teacher wanted to question her he could. Not that she would tell him the truth. Amorie considered for a moment explaining exactly what she was doing and where she was just to see the look of confusion on his face. The thought caused her to giggle. She sat down and kicked her feet back up on the desk. Looking around she was half expecting Alec to be here at school already. But he wasn't. And he didn't text. Out of concern for her friend, she sent a quick message.
[TO]Alec
[MSG]Where ever you are, stay. School is boring. Just don't forgot the sleepover.

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Alec couldn't fight back the smirk that crawled across his lips and dragged the corners upwards as the would-have-been fight was interrupted before it had even started, though he had to lean to the side a little bit to make sure it was visible to his Aunt. There was truly nothing he enjoyed more than pissing Alexis off, even though he knew she could pound him into dust, and had most likely done so more than he could count on both hands. He had a knack for getting himself into trouble. Alexis was powerful, but that hadn't stopped him in the past, and probably would. As Alexis spoke, Alec merely let out a laugh in response, groaning slightly as Slade's elbow was rammed into his stomach, though it wasn't painful enough to injure him, nor powerful enough to make him stumble; it was a warning shot, to throw down the shovel and leave.

Eida turned to Sunday as she asked her question, raising one eyebrow in the least judgemental way she could muster at that moment. She knew her family was difficult to understand at the best of times - it truly was no wonder that a larger majority of them were still alive - but the confusion she was sensing from the girl, both from this situation and all the ones previous to the moment, suggested that she knew next to nothing about human nature, especially where teenagers were concerned. Eida's eyebrow lowered to meet with the other, and they both continued down to form a crease. She chewed thoughtfully on her lip for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders lightly. "They have their weird little ways," she replied, still with an expression of obvious curiosity on her face. She then shook her head suddenly, looking over to where her Aunt had exited the area. "I don't recommend getting on her bad side though. She's got a temper."

It was then that Alec took the opportunity to approach Sunday and, holding his hand out for her once more, he intended to keep his promise to walk her to school - not only that, but he really didn't want to have to watch his sister staring at her for a moment longer than he already had. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, and pulled it out of his pocket with his free hand to check the message, seeing it was from Amorie. Immediately, without opening the message, he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and he let out a sigh. He'd somehow completely forgotten about running away from her that morning. With one hand, Alec skilfully typed out a message to his friend, all the while exiting the lobby.

[TO] Amorie
[MSG] Sorry about this morning. I'll explain later. And I'm definitely coming in today; I'll at least be there to keep you company so you don't get too bored. Just give me 10 minute, yeah? Oh, and by the way, Alexis is throwing a party tonight. It depends on whether you want to go, but the sleepover's a plan if not.


By the time the message was sent, he'd already made his way out of the hotel and down the forest path, which was even darker somehow due to the lack of sunlight. It wasn't raining so bad now, and the trees created decent cover, but he felt at a loss without the umbrella, which he was hoping Amorie still had on her person. He turned to Sunday with a smile. "My family are quite a lot to deal with," he started, "especially at first." Squeezing her hand lightly, he turned his gaze back to the path in front of him. "My sister, Eida... She stares a lot, but she'll take care of you tonight. A college party might be overwhelming, and I might have plans, so depending on what my friend says I may not be there..."




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Character Portrait: Victoria Montez Character Portrait: Alec Iris Character Portrait: Ashley Vincent Character Portrait: Amorie Simms
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Ashley knew that Victoria wasn't actually here. Her Aunt Erieda had made sure that she wasn't ever allowed to come back to the Mortal Realm. Ashley used to be quiet fond of her family up until they had done everything in their power to keep Victoria away from her. That was when she lost it. The only person that she hasn't thought about killing was her brother. Killing him again wasn't a good sign so she has avoided it. In fact she still talks to him on the promise he doesn't tell anyone. Their conversations are secret and happen behind closed doors. Victoria said that she was here to check on Ashley and the smile on her face widened a bit. But then she added her daughter Sunday. Ashley doesn't like Sunday. At all. She was nothing like her mother. "But first, my love, tell me, how is this place?" The dragon didn't even know where to start. "I hate it here without you. I am surrounded by family and then Uncle Alex insists I come to this stupid school." She started. This entire mortal realm experience was not fun. Especially with people telling her what to do all the time. It was not her cup of tea. Scavenger was someone she tolerate more than the others. The dark haired gal was still not her favorite, but it was better than Alex Davenport going around telling Ashley what to do and what not to do. "When can I come home?" The only reason, Ashley joined this group was for Victoria. If she had known the misery involved she would have second guessed the decision.



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Amorie started playing games on her phone once more. Nothing important was going on at the moment. As usual. The only interesting thing happening right now was her high score. As she played, she shifted around in her seat to get more comfortable. She didn't plan on putting the game away anytime soon. Then her game was interrupted by a text from her friend. She lost. Again. Mumbling a few swear words, she checked the message. His family was throwing a party and he was inviting her. Amorie didn't mind. Especially if Alec wanted to go. He wouldn't deny her friend of his family so she would support him. Even if he found them annoying seventy percent of the time. So she texted back.
[TO] Alec
[MSG] I don't mind attending the party. We can always ditch if it starts to get weird or boring. And if we leave, then the sleepover becomes an option. Deal?

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Alec turned his head towards Sunday, eyes wide, following her sudden outburst. She wanted to spend time with him. He should have expected as much, but the way in which she'd gone about telling him brought a flush to his own cheeks, although seeing her blush too made him feel slightly less self-conscious about it. Clearing his throat, he shifted his gaze forward, noticing that they were walking over relatively uneven ground; he didn't want to trip. As Sunday went about trying to fix her sudden burst, Alec couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze again, even though he felt slightly guilty about giving off such a negative reaction. He should've taken into consideration how sensitive she seemed, and how slightly crazy she was in addition to that. With the slight nod of his head, Alec forced a smile, but said nothing.

It was then that his phone buzzed against his leg once more, and he read Amorie's text. She wants to go... Shit. He shook his head slowly, then realised what he was doing and typed out a simple message in response to her.

[TO] Amorie
[MSG] It'll get weird before it gets boring, trust me, so we can just ditch after a while. Say a time, I'll pick you up.


Truth be told, Alec was enjoying the prospect of being able to take a night away from his family, where he could just sit down and watch movies until he fell asleep. What had made the idea all the better was that he'd found a friend who would join him in that, or in this case, invite him to spend the night. Sure, Amorie had her quirks - one of which being that she had the tendency to disappear out of the blue - but she was more like him than any of his other friends, and he appreciated that. But, no, instead of relaxing, Alec had to go to a hectic party, one of which his parents and grandparents would wholly disapprove of, to perform in his Aunt's band, be surrounded by annoying family members, and most likely have to deal with the awkward situation of introducing his new stalker acquaintance to his close friend. How fun it will be.

"Looks like I'll be there after all," Alec murmured without enthusiasm, slipping his phone back into his pocket as if the action in itself required most, if not all, of his remaining patience and/or energy. "Oh, and with Alexis, or... 'the dark-haired girl', just stay out of her way and you'll do fine. She won't bother you." He used his free hand to flick a finger under her chin, almost in a teasing manner, but the gentle and care-free sort of way that a friend would to another friend. He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes, which were hollow and tired. Letting his hand drop, he continued the rest of the way in absolute silence, not meeting Sunday's gaze for worry that she might start some other type of conversation, and came to a halt in front of the school gates. He didn't think he'd be allowed much further than that. Allowing his hand to slip out of hers, he gave her another brief and forced smile. "I'm in that building over there," he told her, pointing. "If you run into any trouble, you come find me." And with that, he turned and left, without waiting to hear her response, and made his way over to the college, where he'd find Amorie.

Alec travelled around until he found the classroom that his friend was sat inside of, and entered, looking entirely drained. He took the seat next to her with an exaggerated huff, his hands resting in his lap. "You will never believe what I just got myself into..."




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Alex had been seated at his desk for some time now and, after informing the class of which pages they were to cover, had pretty much left his students to their own devices, which they were taking full advantage of. Some were chatting, some were on their phone, others were asleep. Only a select few had actually bothered with the assigned task, but Alex did not care enough to set them straight. Being a teacher was only his cover; a job to pay for his crappy apartment in the town so that he could roam the realms without first having to wander around in a gloomy forest and/or risk being seen by someone who might've found themselves a bit too curious. Whether the students learned anything from their classes or not, it was of no concern or worry to Alex.

It wasn't until he heard the loud sounds of heels travelling down the hallway that he'd even bothered to remove his chin from his palms and glance in the direction of the door, at which point a familiar blonde was making her way through it. It was totally uncharacteristic of him, but Alex felt it appropriate to roll his eyes at the sight of her, before he turned his head back to his class with an obvious look of utter disinterest painted onto his expression. It had become apparent to him over the past few hours that his followers, allies and family were of no mind to simply leave him alone for a bit, and allow him to get on with his 'job' in the peace that he so desperately craved. He'd brought some Remei with him simply because he needed eyes and ears around Parkwood, but other unwelcome visitors were beginning to appear. First his daughter, then his own son - whom he'd thought was locked away in another realm, then Victoria, and now Brooklyn.

As she spoke, Alex let out a slow, steady breath, giving the impression that recent events, combined with that moment, had quite simply caused him to deflate, leaving him as a hollow costume as opposed to a living, breathing man. Shoving his rear outward to shuffle the chair back, Alex had to practically heave his weight up, before he nodded to excuse himself, and made his way out of the classroom, where Victoria and Ashley were still stood, chatting like a couple of school girls. He cleared his throat impatiently, directed a glare at his niece. "Ashley, back inside. Read and annotate the assigned pages in the text book on your desk, or whatever." He gestured for her to enter and, without glancing at Victoria, turned his head back to Brooklyn. "Such a pleasure to see you here," he grumbled, lacking sincerity. "How may I help?"




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Teacher didn't ask any questions and no one bothered to make her move her feet from the vacant desk next to her. When the work was assigned, she put the phone away. Though Amorie wasn't found of the school work she did it because of her father. He wanted his daughter to live a rather normal life. Besides all the reaper duties. Amorie was trying to comply and even skip the responsibilities to be completely normal. It wasn't working. The blonde tapped her foot under the desk as she started her work. She kept shifting around, unable to find a comfortable position. There was a small vibration in her pocket and she went to read it. It was was from Alec. She moved to respond, but he walked into the classroom. Amorie could just tell him her thoughts on skipping the party after stopping by. Now that Alec was here, she was not doing the classwork. At least not right now. "You will never believe what I just got myself into..." She examined him a bit as an amused smirk came to his face. "I bet it had something to do with your family" She guessed. That was usually what it was about. The blonde was always shocked when it had nothing to do with them. "Were they being weirder than usual?" Amorie has experience Alec's family for brief periods of times. As good friends she has had to encounter them. Now she was used to their stranger behaviors, but there were days when it was kind of extreme.