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Addison Lawler

I am the exception. NOT the rule.

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a character in “The Arcana Academy”, as played by ChaosxChild13

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Full Name:
Addison Renee Lawler
Nicknames:
Addi, "D",
Age:
19
Birthdate:
October 23rd, 1993
~Astrology Sign: Scorpio: Scorpio's are proud, loyal, dynamic, observant. But also unyielding, jealous, and can be manipulative.
Home Town:
LA
Sexuality:
Bisexual [Very much out of the closet]

School:
Noctrem

Why Noctrem? Everything was so much more alluring. I loved the feeling of invincibility the powers brought me. I craved the attention, the power, I wanted people to see me as mystical, yet devious. I wantedā€¦ noā€¦ needed to prove to people that Iā€™m not just some pretty face.

Power:

Shape-Shifting: The ability to change form into that of a variety of animals. My most common form is a fox, this is how I used to scare the shit out of my Nanny's. Or a snake, what I would do is run downstairs with an open cage and scream that my snake had gone missing, go into the yard, shift and come back inside, scaring the Nanny.

Shifting isn't easy though, it takes a lot of energy out of me, and it is quite painful. Yet the more I practice, the less painful it becomes. It's almost as if the animal[s] are INSIDE me, just scratching to come out. Sometimes I feel Iā€™m more animal than human.



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Personality:

I guess growing up with high end parents, Iā€™m pretty high fashion. I wear a lot of skinny jeans, loose fitted tops, short skirts/shorts, and tank tops. I got my belly button pierced when I was 15, and I have my cartilage, and regular ears. I stand about 5ā€™6ā€ and I have a slender figure with seemingly perfect curves. I wear a necklace with a golden ring on the end of it. It was my fatherā€™s wedding ring, which he had left on my motherā€™s pillow when he walked out. Mom considered pawning it, but I grabbed it from her jewelry box and kept it on a chain, and I wear it every day.

I love to be doing things outside. I grew up with my mother, a Celebrity stylist, in the heart of LA, and I did a lot of modeling. Eventually, I picked up guitar when I was nine, and started voice lessons around the same time, mostly focusing on jazz vocal. I also love to explore, and travel, and not to brag, but I have already been to London, Spain, the Bahamas and many other places. Some would call me a spoiled brat, but why the hell do I care what they think?

I am extremely smart, top in my class, and I know how to play my cards, and I have been told Iā€™m extremely flirtatious, even if itā€™s with teachers. My teachers at my old school called me a rule breaker, I call it being an individual. Yet they couldn't say anything because I always show up to class, work done, even if I do show up half an hour late. Some psychologist once told me that I am extremely flirty and a rule breaker because I have abandonment issuesā€¦ Crazy shitā€¦. Rightā€¦?

I love playing guitar by myself and writing songs. I normally hang out with Koa a lot, the only thing that has been truly constant in my life. I guess I find comfort in Koa, and how he doesn't judge, he just loves me for who I am. Not because Iā€™m some model, or I have a lot of money, or that I am connected to so many famous people. I guess you could say Iā€™m more than passive aggressive when I get upset; I normally don't like to, but if I need to I could take someone down. I mean, it's not really a man's world anymore, women are fighting for themselves now. I also find enjoyment in long boarding and long walks.

Likes:
Parties, yet the only way I can get through parties is lots of smoking, drugs and drinking. I also love singing, playing my guitar, my Siberian cat named Koa which means ā€˜little fighterā€™, pushing peopleā€™s buttons. My guitar, which I received for my tenth birthday, a beautiful cherry red fender acoustic with gold strings, which I named Zoi.
Dislikes:
People in my way, those who are rude, the thought of people leaving, being told no, when people question my actions.
Fears:
Being abandoned, falling in love.



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History:


I was born to a beautiful young couple, my mother -- Tracy Lawler -- being 23, my father -- Darren Lawler -- being 25. My father was a big hot shot record producer, taking over the family recording studio after he studied at college, and my mother was a hair stylist at the time, and worked her way up the chain once she married Darren. We lived a happy life together as a family, and I did some traveling as a young child, and got to meet a lot of my parent's clients. I was the golden child, a pageant girl, and a baby model, my parent's pride and joy. On my fifth birthday I had pleaded my Dad for a kitty and I received a little male, grey Siberian cat that I named Koa.

But, behind the curtains is where everything goes wrong. Once both my parent's careers took off, they began becoming too busy to take care of me, and to keep the family connected. When I was six, my dad began having an affair with one of his client's, and I would listen to the midnight fights when he would come home at late hours, Mother screaming at him about how he smelled of another girl's perfume. Two months of fighting, and I was caught dead in the middle. My dad would use me as a pawn to push my mother's buttons. He would try to buy my love with extravagant gifts, which of course, I didn't mind at all. I would just use his money anyway, especially when he started becoming physically abusive towards me and Mom. I watched from my windowsill, my father drive off in the dead of night after a violent fight. I think I even heard a few vases crash onto the floor, but I was too afraid to go downstairs. That morning, I found my mother sitting at the kitchen table, a grim look on her face as she gripped the coffee mug with white knuckles, her face tear streaked. It was then I learned that everyone leaves eventually, whether it be physically, or emotionally.

Around this time, my rage and emotions boiled up something very powerful inside of me: My abilities started showing up in small ways. At first, it was an inhumane growl when I became infuriated. Then sometimes my nails would become thick, like that of Koaā€™s. I started to notice my bones feel lighter, more...bendable? And I would sit in my room, and sometimes ears would grow out of my head. or I would grow a tail -- since I was around Koa all the time, that was one of my very first things I had shifted into. One night, I felt a strange tingling sensation throughout my body, and then let out a scream of pain, and blacked out.

Apparently, my mother found me in cat form, lying on the floor, Koa standing protectively over my newly formed body. The next morning, I had returned to normal, yet it came with a side affect of a pounding headache and a terrible aching sensation all over. My mother explained that it was rooted in our ancestors, considering my motherā€™s side of the family was part Cherokee. My mother said it was a gift to be cherished, not abused, but since the gift came so young, I would end up practicing on the Nanny's Mother would hire, scaring them away for good.

When I was supposed to start high school, I got a letter from Noctrem Academy. I finds comfort in my animal forms, and I am learning to control the shifting as time goes on.

So begins...

Addison Lawler's Story

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Leo wasn't sure what his girlfriend was thinking at the moment, but the immortal teacher definitely wasn't the better man that she thought him to be. At this precise moment in time, he wanted to go and kill Chris, put all of his Spartan training into action and take it out on the one man who had made him feel jealousy for the first time in his life, and the man who had put his beloved Amy in such a state. However, he knew he couldn't tell her that right now. He obviously wasn't going to do it; he would never hurt someone again after how many people he had killed in the past, but he just didn't want to tell her how he was feeling - it would upset her, definitely, and she would get stressed out about him instead of the person she had to worry about, which was herself. So, the male stayed quiet, keeping his feelings wrapped up inside, carrying her quietly into the bedroom.

The immortal male felt a small smile twitch at the corner of his lips when Amy nodded, telling him that she wouldn't push herself this far, promising him. "Thank you." He whispered to her softly, bringing her soft, porcelain knuckles up to his lips and kissing them gently. He felt like he had to be so careful with her, barely touching her - she looked as if she was about to break at any minutes, and she was just so pale; she looked like a ghostly version of her usual self, and Leo just didn't like it. It terrified him, and even though he was doing his best to hide from her how scared he was about her condition, he was sure that she had picked up on how he was feeling. Amy had always been good at that; reading him. She had always been the one person he didn't mind reading him.

He didn't speak when Amy spoke to him, explaining that it would take time for her to get used to her powers being weaker, at least for a while. But, then, she turned the conversation onto him, worrying about him. "Oh no, you don't." He smiled, squeezing her hand lightly, playfully. "I'm not going to leave your side, at least for a little while, Amy. Once your asleep, I'll make myself a quick sandwich or something. Please, don't worry about me. If you had seen how long I've had to go without food in the past, you'd realize that a few hours is fine for me." Leo let go of her hand then, and slowly made his way around the other side of the bed, his side. He laid down on the bed as gently and slowly as possible, as not to jolt his girlfriend around. He then opened up his arms, letting Amy get herself comfortable. "You were right; cuddling is amazing." He sighed, a smile on his lips once more - genuine, this time. He pressed his lips softly to her forehead, and slowly, very slowly, his hand moved. Hesitantly, the immortal Leo moved his hand from his side and laid it gently on his girlfriend's stomach.






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Erin sighed.

Her bottle was nearly empty - just like everything else around her. Her heart, her mind, the entire gazebo that she was sitting in tonight. There was literally no-one around that she could talk to now. She had briefly thought about going to find Jade, her second best friend, but she hadn't seen any sign of the girl that night, and if she was here, Addison would be with her - one person she really didn't want to talk to any more. The girl was uncomfortable, cold, and just feeling rather down, at the moment. She pulled her leather jacket closer around her shoulders, and pulled up her legs underneath her, keeping them warm with her own body heat.

Then, there was movement near her, and for a brief moment, the girl thought that maybe, just maybe, someone had actually come to apologize to her. But, then, a cute, soft, shaky little voice hit her ears and she turned her head to look across at Ashy. Ashleigh Fox wanted to come and sit with her? The girl who had just seen her be utterly humiliated in front of everyone? However, the girl wasn't one for pushing away any company right now, and she just nodded once, gesturing to the seats all around her. "There's no-one else here." She sighed, letting her eyes gaze across the large gazebo. "As soon as I came in, everyone left. They're all petrified of me, you know. But, I'm not the crazy Hulk girl that everyone thinks I am. I have control. Well, at least some. And it only happens when I'm really angry anyway." A problem with Erin drinking was that she did ramble, but right now, she didn't care. Anyone being there to talk to was better than her drinking and pining the night away alone, at least in her eyes.

"So," the blonde sighed, shifting properly in her seat so that she was looking at the girl that she had never really spoken to before, a girl that she had once laughed at because of her aversion to alcohol and sexual activities, but someone who at the moment, she was really beginning to envy. She wanted Ashy's life; one that wasn't so complicated and dark, a life that wasn't filled with heartbreak, and trysts in the woods with handsome men who had control over shadows, and one that wasn't so alone, and filled with people that hated her. The girl twisted the lid off of her drink once more and placed it on the table in front of her; she wasn't going to be replacing it any time soon. She wanted the rest of this expensive drink in her system, and she wasn't really going to stop until it was empty. After another long sip of the drink, which was now almost empty, she carried on with the sentence that she had started minutes ago.

"What happened to Mister Happy, eh? Couldn't take five minutes out of his busy schedule to come and apologize for his fucking actions? Wasn't like I expected him to anyway; I'm much lower down on his list of "things that he cares about" than most people think. I'm nothing to him other than a worthless girl who he can get a fuck out of, am I?"






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Yeah, Max wasn't stupid. He was a terrible drunkard, and an emotionless bastard, but he wasn't stupid. Whatever was going on between Corentine and Jaysin was clearly affecting the girl in front of him more than she was truly letting on; not that he expected her to be all open and chatty with him about her personal problems, but she had to know that it was futile hiding things like this from him. So, what the male had had in his head for the night's plan was quickly changing, to something he would rather not be doing. He wasn't too impressed with the situation - he didn't like being the one to sort things out that weren't his problem to begin with, but he wasn't that much of a dick to leave her in a state like this.

Standing behind her, Max finished creating his new plan, his lips against her ear, inticing her towards him. He knew that Corentine needed some sort of release right now, and she wanted to use him sexually for that. Usually, the guy wouldn't care about how she was feeling inside and would take her body the same way that she was taking his, but tonight he just felt different. He knew that if something happened between the two of them that night, he would regret it as it would probably destroy her emotionally. He couldn't have that on his shoulders; no fucking way. So, he was going to have to get emotionally invested in this situation. Brilliant.

Soon, the gorgeous blonde was pushing him towards the stairs which would take them both to his bedroom, her hand on his chest, directing him. The male kept up his pretense, a flirtatious smirk situation on his lips, and he made his way to her side, wrapping his arm around, his fingers dancing on the base of her spine, just above her ass, touching the bare skin showing through her form-fitting dress. No words were spoken between the two of them as he led her, this time, towards the teachers quarters, the sound of their breathing and their shoes on the linoleum floor the only noise breaking the silence. It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the door which adjoined the two sections of quarters together, teacher and student, and he took a brief look around to check for other teachers before pulling out his key and opening the door.

Within a minute, Max was opening the door to his own room, closing it behind the blonde when he was sure that she was inside comfortably. Then, he dropped his arm from around her waist, and stood by his door, looking at her. How was this going to go down, he wondered? Probably not well, that was for sure. She was going to hate him for prying into her life, but the man felt oddly worried about her right now. She definitely wasn't herself. "Corentine," he breathed, his voice quiet and gentle, a tone of voice that he usually used when he was speaking to someone in his office, "what's wrong?"

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While the barkeep was looking for the right-sized glass, several groups of people started to stream out of the party. Aldous was kind of disappointed, most Noctrem parties went on till the some went up. These Arcanas would end up being ā€œcorruptedā€ by the other Noctrems sooner than later if these phoniness kept on going. Strangely enough, a younger looking girl he'd never met before chose to sit near him. Due to the rather unmistakeable issue of her ordering a soda, she was an Arcana. She had clear and honest gestures of nervousness hidden between those eyes of her. Even more, she looked like she was desperately looking for a friendly face, something he was in a very small way able to relate to. Under other circumstances, had she not been an Arcana, he might have said hi and tried to make her feel less of an alien. That would however have ended up being more troublesome over the long run, he wasn't looking for a good reputation after all.

Once he got his water, he poured a small dosage of cold water into the Absinth-glass and filled the rest up to the top with it's natural content. Unlike most people, he wasn't the kind of person to chug decent alcohol, such a waste. Every sip was a controlled action, even like a ritual to some extent. At some point before finishing his first glass, one of his old clients finally appeared behind a crowd of people. This brunette had always been one of his most loyal customers, which meant she had a highly addictive personality. Her eyes wore the usual dark make-up that made her look like a scorpion's descendant on the motherly side, if you know what I mean. She was poisonous to most people who got close to her. In the past, there'd been some bad blood between his best friend, if he could ever manage to call Lu that, and her. Nonetheless, he'd never allowed his personal opinions to define his business transactions, a shapeshifter's blood was after all a very valuable ingredient for some fun concoctions.

ā€œVodka please,"
She said as soon as she got to the bar, Aldous had met many flirty girls at the old academy, but he had always been immune to sporadic advances from their side, unlike many men, the young good-looking bartender being one of them. Poor bastard,.... he thought while hide a smirk behind a half-closed fist. As soon as her eyes left the bartend, who's face clearly showed how easily men fell for that kind of woman, the brunette and the alchemist had this academic year's first pre-business interaction. Normally, Lawler knew better than to grab one of his cigarettes, but he chose to led it slide in name of good-will and the party going around them.
ā€œMind if I take one?"

He couldn't help but grin at her question. She was looking at him, but he knew better than to give that woman too much attention, instead he turned around and looked at the dry-humping horde in front of them.
ā€œWhen was anyone able to stop you from taking what you wanted, Ms. Lawler? Should I fear you softened in my absence?ā€

We knew our game and we both liked to play it rough. His face returned to his usual indifferent look.

"It's nice to see you are out of your room and trying to be social. Although this is nothing compared to the Noctrem parties..."

ā€œAh yess, how could anyone forget nights bathed in blood dancing over the fresh tombs of foolish humans being sacrificed. Good times.ā€

Aldous tried to keep drinking in his usual manner, but Addison's eyes made it impossible to relax, he wasn't the kind of person who liked attention and she was well aware of it by now. That was the game after all. Her look was different from the usual grimaces she offered him when she was in ā€œneed of party materialsā€, but he couldn't quite put a finger on what she was trying to communicate.

ā€œAnyway, as far as I enjoy the charming quality of our oh so rare conversations, what can I do for you today?ā€

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Addison Lawler Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Aldous Gustave Montague
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Addison takes a drag of the cigarette, the world spinning behind her closed eyes and she smiled with the rush she was getting. The taste of vodka on her lips tingled and her blue eyes flickered open when Aldous voice breaks her buzz for a moment, his voice cutting in like a razor.

ā€œWhen was anyone able to stop you from taking what you wanted, Ms. Lawler? Should I fear you softened in my absence?ā€

Addison snorted for a moment, shaking her head. Soft? Her? Not by a long shot. The conversation continued with small talk.

ā€œAh yess, how could anyone forget nights bathed in blood dancing over the fresh tombs of foolish humans being sacrificed. Good times.ā€

She smirks quietly, the game was easy to play... Too easy. The discomfort Aldous was emitting was terribly noticeable, for Addi at least. She knew when he was trying to keep cool.

She takes one look around the party, things were... Boring, dull. Addi craved excitement, freedom... Seriously? Did any GOOD story start with the words, "So at home last night..."? Rarely... In fact, almost none. The Noctrem students seemed to be waning from the party, leaving all the goodies around, which made the shape shifter cringe a bit. She didn't want to be contaminated with their hand-sanitizing rituals..Or whatever they did for fun at Arcana...

Addi began to wonder where Jaysin had run off to... Probably to go sleep with another girl, yeah? Addi scolds herself with the shake of her head for letting him slide...Then again, did she really want Cor's crazy ass yelling at her? Drama, drama, drama.... Addi used to believe she was the keeper of chaos, until she met Cor and the other girls at Noctrem. Addison was almost mild compared to some of them... She lets out a bit of a sigh and chews on her lower lip for a moment, turning back towards Aldous.

With a moment of her watching him closely, he breaks the silence, ā€œAnyway, as far as I enjoy the charming quality of our oh so rare conversations, what can I do for you today?ā€

Addison knew what she wanted and the plan begins to formulate in her head. A devilish smile flickers across the girls face as she takes another drag of cigarette, and leans back, blowing the smoke into the air. She stands up, grasping his hand.

"My teachers always preach: Show... Don't tell..." She nods for him to finish his drink as she grabs his cigarettes and slides them into her back pocket, "Now, let's blow this minuscule Popsicle stand and take a walk, shall we?"

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And so they went for a walk. Addison wasn't really aware of how discomforting it was for Aldous to leave that bottle of Absinth behind. He had forgotten to bring more of it back from europe during his last trip. Annoyed as he could be under that kind of circumstances, he walked along with her, leaving the party behind and Arcana's goody two-shoes. That girl was too vengeful not to play along with her for a bit more, but Aldous wasn't gonna break any of his rules for a little girl. He let her lead the way, very much aware she wanted him to admire her utterly perfect behind. Not that he wanted to, but he did. Why not, right? He was a man after all.Every now and then, she looked at him to make sure he was still following her. Always flirting and looking repulsed in a very unique way, Aldous was slowly starting to grasp where this might perchance be going. Still, he wasn't the kind of person for that kind rendezvous and there was no way that would change tonight...

"Lawler, if you need something to get high on, you know you just need to ask and pay, right?" He looked with a rather amused face, he couldn't believe she really was trying to get anything else from him.

A while back, a few weeks after Aldous gained his freedom:
A young fifteen year-old Aldous was in a hotel room watching the third season of breaking bad. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Due to prior arrangements, Aldous was aware who that was. He walked up to the door and invited a beautiful girl in her twenties into the room. She had a very special kind of natural innocence in her looks. Aldous wasn't really attracted towards her, but he felt an enticing degree of curiosity towards some of the sensations felt during intercourse. Once he'd closed the door, the girl had already vanished into the bathroom, so he just relaxed and returned to his bed. A few minutes later, the girl came out wearing nothing, but a pair of handcuffs. Unlike most boys in the age of fifteen, he barely managed to show any kind of "reaction" to the view. Nothing unnatural after seeing hundreds of human sacrifices being made in his father's lab, I guess...

Slowly, she slendered towards the bed and then crouched on top of him. She was about to try to handcuf him, when he changed his mind about that part.
"Y...you know what? I'd rather prefer you not to use them, ok?"
At first, she tried to smile his request away, but once he started fending her intents off, she began to get far more forceful than any normal person would be. Something wrong was going on. Without a second thought, he grabbed a knife out from under his pillow and rammed it twice, once between the 3rd and 4th left rib and a second time ripping the carotid artery apart.....

That was the one and only time Aldous got close to woman. She'd been paid by an assasin to disable him for enough time. Fortunately, he hadn't survived up to that point being trustworthy and that wasn't gonna change for years to come.....

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Addi turned a few times as they continued to walk, making sure Aldous was still following her. They ventured deeper into the woods, darting through trees, and stepping through the brush. Eventually, the girl took off her shoes and began to hold those. As she turned around to check for the umpteenth time, she hopped around, facing Aldous, walking backwards for a moment.

A look of discomfort lingered on Aldous's face and he clears his throat a bit, "Lawler, if you need something to get high on, you know you just need to ask and pay, right?"

"I guess," She shrugs, continues to walk backwards, her movements becoming fluid, almost feline-like. She could feel her more primal instincts begin to tick, but she suppresses them and she shrugs, "But, since you offered, what do you have?"

She tilts her head to the side, stopping for a moment next to a willow, and she listens for a moment, her blue eyes floating towards the sound of water. A smile flickers onto Addison's face, it was a sly one though, a secretive one.

"Come, Mr. Montague." She fakes an extremely convincing British accent, tugging at his jacket and she strips off her leather jacket, slinging it over her shoulder and she comes to a clearing where a pond resided. The moonlight became fractured on the still pond and a small breeze bustles through. A willow tree dips over the pond, almost shading it from the rest of the world and Addison smiles a bit turning back towards Aldous.

Raising an eyebrow, she continues to play the game, "Alright, we can match," She pulls out the rest of her weed, and a few acid strips, "What do YOU have?" The brunette's head tips to the side a bit, her lips parting slightly into a smile. She stares at him for a moment and her heart jumped a little... He was... Cute... She never realized how captivating his eyes were. He wasn't like Drake, or Jaysin... He was more aloof...

Addison felt a strange attraction towards him, not the kind of primal attraction she normally felt, but that stupid kind of curiosity... The kind that made her want to get to know him, like the back of her hand....

Or maybe he just had secrets that she wanted to uncover....

She had known Aldous for quite a while, and yet their conversations had always been short, to the point. No real depth to them.... If the girl didn't know any better, she would say that she had a crush on Aldous...But Addison was a fickle girl, and she wasn't about to simply tie herself down to someone who wanted a simple, strictly professional, dealer, druggie relationship...

If that was even considered a professional relationship. The girl smirks at the fact, laughing a bit.

But who was to say what he wanted? Maybe he secretly wanted to get to know her too?

Now I'm just getting my head in the damn clouds... She thinks to herself with a sigh. No way was that going to happen, no fucking way....

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Following Addi was everything but comforting for Aldous, he was officially starting to feel an urge to go back to the academy. It was too big a risk from his point of view, who knows if that stupid girl was being blackmailed into getting him into the woods. If that was the case, he had to be more than careful. There was no chance in hell, he would die after surviving this long. His level of paranoia was too much for most people, but it had kept him alive and safe for a very long time now. It was a part of him by now, the wall dividing his world with the outside, but as much as he disliked to admit it, he was tired... Keeping the wall up, every single moment of every single day was starting to hurt his health in visible ways.

In a very uncomfortable way, he had to admit that the unnatural grace in her movements made her surprisingly enticing from his point of view. Nothing she would ever get to hear as far as he was concerned.

ā€œBut, since you have offered, what do you have?ā€

ā€œThe usual, some fire, some truth and a new experimental creation of mine that should be harmless after an hour or two. Your covenant will love my new experiment, but some boys might end up hating me for it.ā€ A smirk almost materialized on his face, but only almost. ā€œI guess I'll keep my experiment to myself for now. Truth and Fire, those are your options. And I know how much love fire.ā€ Besides, Truth was a potion of rather medicinal qualities. It's not that something either Aldous nor Addi would ever consume as long as they had some notion of free will.

ā€œCome, Mr. Montague.ā€
He didn't buy the accent. It sound rather Russian than British.

The outline of her body danced in between every single ray of moonlight shining unto the pond they'd just discovered. Addison's look returned to it's naturally playful origins and said ā€œAlright, we can match... What do you have?ā€ She pulled out a small bag of weed and some cheap synths nothing worth noticing for him, but he got caught in that childish look upon her eyes. She'd always had it, but something had changed. Like to circles surrounding her eyes, she'd finally reached the impossible. She'd manage to take his attention hostage for the moment. It was a strange feeling.

This shocking sensation had more or less managed to paralyze him. He stood there over a minute, looking into her eyes, not really being able to grasp what he was seeing in her eyes. Not before long, he regained some control over his body. Was this a new symptom of his exhaustion? Whe wasn't sure. As to his own stash of drugs, he took out two different small flasks filled with different colored pills. The red ones were fire, an extremely powerful hallucinogen with almost no negative side-effects and some surprise side-effects that change from person to person. This was probably the world's most powerful and least damaging drug in the history of mankind. It was like lighting fire-works in your brain, only without the heavy burns and the horrific death.

ā€œYou know what? It's my first night in the academy. This one's on me.ā€

Aldous left both Fire and Truth on a wide log close to where they came from, then he walked closer to her, shamelessly looked for his pack of cigarette in Addi's jacket. For some reason she reacted strangely to him to him touching her. Once he found them, he lit one and waited for a reaction on her part.

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McKenna meanders upstairs checking her phone every few minutes, wondering if Jackson was really mad or not. As she walked down past the boys dorms, she sees Drake and Lulu a bit further down, making their way into Drake's room. McKenna gasps a bit, Lulu...Drake... But..Jackson?

She stops for a moment, leaning against the cold wall. She watches the light from the room dim as the door closes and she shakes her head, the drinks she had at the party were making her a little dizzy... With a hesitant change of pace she makes her way towards her dorm and she fumbles with the key for a moment and she opened it.

I saw...Nothing.. the thought runs through her head as she flicked off her shoes, and she face plants onto her bed, her pink cushions giving out with a puff as her weight hits the bed.

"Who am I kidding? They're going to fuck," She flops over on her back, her hand shading her eyes from her bedside lamp, "Lulu and DRAKE are going to have sexual intercourse... And...Jesus... Poor Jackson..." She says, as if she were having a conversation with the ceiling.

She looks up at it for an answer, as if it were going to spit back out an answer. But, no such luck. She sits up, her hair falling in loose curls around her face and she looks to the right, Do I tell Jackson? She shakes her head, looking down at her hands, It's not really my place, to be honest.... But he has a right to know...

McKenna flops back onto her pillow, her hair fanning out on the pillow, her eyes sealing shut. Decisions, decisions. The girl was never very good at making the right decisions in social situations, it pained her to even think about it.

"I'm such an awkward person..." She mumbles with her eyes shut.

Her eyes open up a bit, to see if Jade was in the room -- thankfully, she wasn't. McKenna had a weird way of coping with drama and such, she would normally start talking to herself to try and calm her down.

Maybe she was making too big a deal of it, after all, it wasn't even her place. She wasn't supposed to see that... But it would break Jackson's heart if he found out... No, she had to let the three figure it out themselves. McKenna rolls over to face her bedside table and she opens the drawer, pulling out a small leather bound journal. She unwraps the leather cord and opens the journal and starts reading it.

June 23rd, 2000
Dear Daddy,
Today is my birthday, and Mrs. Rose gave this journal to me, as a gift. And, I know you're out there somewhere, because, you have to be. Right? I know you will come save me and get me to a better home.
Love,
McKenna Marinos


Kenna ran a hand through her hair and she goes and sits by the window, clutching the journal. Her eyes wandered downward towards the stragglers of Jackson's party, the laughter and music could still be heard. She sighed, and opened the journal and started to write.

Dear Mr. Leonardo Marinos





Addison Lawler


Addison watches his gaze flicker back to business, and he pulls out a stash of his own. One flask had flaming red pills, an extreme hallucinogen. Addison knew those pills anywhere, a smirk flickers onto her lips and she smiles.

ā€œYou know what? It's my first night in the academy. This one's on me.ā€ She shakes her head for a moment then gives a half enthusiastic nod, she normally didn't like just simply taking from people. It felt wrong to her, but, the offer hung in the air between them and she didn't really want to let that chance go.

He lays down the two bottles on the wide log, then turns towards her, walking closer, Addison's breath shortens as his hands meander down her waist and into her pockets, a chill flies up her spine. The brunette's lips part, locking eyes for a moment, as he delicately pulls the cigarettes out of her pocket. She takes out her own cigarettes and lights one up, putting the mini baby blue lighter back in her bra. She puts her sad little drug stash away back into her jacket pocket and throwing that down next to the bottles.

Propping the cigarette between her lips, she inhales, then exhales, picking the bottle with the vibrant red pills. She turns around, popping open the small flask with the vibrant red pills in it. She smiled quietly, handing him one as well, taking another drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke out slowly. She looks at the lake, placing the pill under her tongue.

After a few minutes ticked by, she could feel it melting away slowly and she closed her eyes for a moment, her head tilting back a bit, feeling the cool breeze tickle her cheeks. There was a beautiful feeling, as if she were weightless. The brunette turns back towards Aldous with a smile.

She begins to wonder what to do, and she remembers the lake... Skinny dipping? She smirks.

"Well, go on," She urges him, and she takes a long drag of her cigarette, the menthol taste dancing in her mouth and she French inhales the smoke back into her lungs then blows it out slowly.

Her hair falls over her face a bit as winds blew through the trees. Curious blue eyes flicker up towards Aldous and she gives a flirty smile, and she begins to undo her belt and slides off her skinny jeans. She takes off her v-neck shirt and she throws her clothes on the log near the pills. She swallows the rest of the pill and takes a dive into the lake, submerging herself for as long as she could. The cold water seeps fast into her hair, her entire body being enveloped in the water. Opening her eyes for a moment, she looks towards the surface, the moonlight beaming through the crystal water. Her eyes close for a moment, as she waits for her lungs to give out before she went back up.

This is where she wished she could half shift... Some of the teachers had tried to teach her, but it was much harder for her to learn. The girl begins to swim up, breaking the surface, and she treads water for a moment, then floats onto her back and relaxes for a moment.

"You have got to try this, it's wonderful." The cold water making her shiver a bit, but the red little pill was kicking in and she could barely feel a thing. Like nothing bad in the world could happen.

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Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Addison Lawler Character Portrait: Max Henderson
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In response to Maxā€™s first words, Cor only snorted in dry amusement, shaking her head slightly. On that note, the blonde wiped her cheeks again, managing to get rid of some of the running mascara ā€“ it only served to remind her of the breakdown sheā€™d just had. Currently, the girl was pulling herself together somehow, and by some miracle, Max was actuallyā€¦ helpful. In some fucked up way, however weird that was. Usually she did everything in her power to be alone when showing actual emotions, and she was still angry with Max for inadvertently taking that choice away from her, but she could focus on him instead of herself, and she did appreciate the fact that she could avoid wallowing too much in self pity. It kind of made her feel guilty for freaking out like that. If she hadnā€™t started crying, he would probably be dead right now, and he most likely knew heā€™d been close to seriously getting hurt here. She justā€¦ couldnā€™t quite figure out why he chose to spend time helping her.

ā€œQuite the risk to take. I couldā€™ve killed you.ā€ She stated it like a fact, but her voice held a sliver of wonderment, as if she couldnā€™t believe heā€™d taken the steps he had. Max knew her well enough to know she was not big on sharing. He also knew she had quite the temper, and that she despised weakness. Her greenish eyes found his bright blue ones then, and as they looked at each other, Max elaborated ā€œYou don't deserve this shit, Corentine. Yes, you're a bitch who deserves a lot of things, but having a guy treat you like this, to push you this far... it's unacceptable.ā€ The words made a wry, sarcastic smile pull at her lips. Mostly because she thought it funny coming from a guy who enjoyed making girls fall for him, just to use them and then discard them. It was a part of Max she liked, because he preferred the innocent ones for his little game, and she couldnā€™t help but love the way it taught them not to be naĆÆve little idiots. Right now, however, for a brief moment, she almost felt bad for what they went through. Hell, she almost felt bad for the way Drake was going to hurt Lulu. Almost, but not quite.

When Max subsequently confessed to caring about her, Cor tilted her head slightly, watching him appraisingly. She had this feeling he wasnā€™t being entirely truthful, and yet, the way his smile had faded away, the way she could tell he was forcing himself to tell her thisā€¦ it somehow convinced her he was being honest with her. She knew Max wasnā€™t the type to talk about feelings of any sort either, yet he was telling her this. Why? Just to make her feel better? Well, it did sort of work, she had to admit. After all this with Jay, and now Erin and Addie, it felt good to know someone at least gave a shit. Oh, she knew Jay loved her, but she wasnā€™t the only girl on that list, and with Addie, that bitch was going to regret her move on Jay. Erin, however, Cor was going to figure things out with. She was going to take the time to figure out what the hell was going on between them today. She owed Erin that much. Sort of. In the end, Cor just sighed, casting a look in the direction of what she assumed was the bathroom door.

ā€œYouā€™re right,ā€ she started then, getting up from the floor, ā€œbut Iā€™m still going to make you scream if you ever say a word of this to anyone.ā€ The last part had a slightly playful twist, but she knew the teacher would be very aware that it wasnā€™t actually a joke. Without another word, she moved to the wanted door, discovering it was in fact the bathroom. She closed it behind her, taking a few minutes to remove mascara from her face. Then she looked herself in the mirror, thinking. She was done talking, but she didnā€™t want to be alone either, and she sure as hell wasnā€™t going back to the party right now. Instead she took out her phone, and looking at the text from Erin she still hadnā€™t replied to, Corentine texted her back,

To: Erin <3

We need to talk tomorrow.

From: Cor


Then, putting the phone next to the bathroom sink, Cor took off her shoes and went back inside, her eyes seeking out Max instantly. ā€œNow, could we get to the good part of this evening, or should we bond some more?ā€ This time, her voice was purposefully playful. Crying had actually helped get out some of all her pent up emotions, and tugging the rest away had become a lot easier. Her wall was building itself back up, thankfully, and this time, though Cor was far from okay in any way, the wall didnā€™t feel like it was about to crumble. Well, that would last until she saw Jay again, she new, so she decided to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. All she knew was that she wasnā€™t going to take him back this time. She couldnā€™t. They couldnā€™t keep going like they had. Corentine had been happier without Jay, and that wasnā€™t the way love was supposed to be. It wasnā€™t the way it had been before he moved from Noctrem. She wanted the old Jay back, and finally the blonde was coming to realize it wasnā€™t possible. She had been chasing a memory, and she couldnā€™t do it anymore. She just couldnā€™t.

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In many ways, Aldous was very unprepared for Addison's choice of actions. What was she even trying to achieve? Without the necessary time to inquire a decent answer to that question, Aldous tried to concentrate on the mere fact that he was taking care of one of his regular clients for the sake of business. Besides, it wasn't like he still had a choice. If for some reason Addison got hurt after everyone seeing them leave together, he'd never ever hear the end of it.

It wasn't all bad, for every little bit of self-control he had developed over the years, there was an opposite primal force in him trying to rush out in some form or another. This time, it made it impossible for him not to look at his beautiful client as she bent down to pick up one of his hallucinatory pills. For all sense and purpose, he was pretty sure she wasn't able to catch his short-termed weakness of mind.

As for his drugs, Aldous had already become relatively immune to his own red pills. That being one of the annoying side-effects of his ever-improving toxic resistance. Addison's reaction did however manage to create a certain chain of unexpected events.

"Well, go on,"


ā€œGo on? What do y....?ā€For some ungodly reason, she began undressing herself. Thus revealing almost everything a man usually yearns for. Aldous, being unnaturally indifferent to each and every kind of impulse normal men would usually fall for, decided to neither object nor commit to her idea for the moment. The last thing he wanted was to lose one of his most addicted clients. Once she finished undressing, she gave him a flirty smile. The kind of which he was accustomed to see on her face, only most of the time directed at other men, sometimes even women. That was Addison after all, always a consumer, either of drugs....or people. It was now, that Aldous truly understood the true meassure of everything happening around him. For some reason unknown, she had decided to make a move on him and that meant she was either really really desperate or even more susceptible to drugs than usual.

Then she jumped into the lake and took her time exploring the under-water. Since he couldn't leave her there all alone, Aldous calmly slandered towards the shore, he took his shoes off and allowed the waters to cool his lower lower legs as he waited for her to return up. She was taking an unnaturally long amount of time to go back up. Fortunately, she was a shapeshifter, therefore it wasn't unthinkable she'd just grown gills or something. Minutes passed and once she came back up, her almost naked wet body covered in moonshine became almost irresistible for a second or two. Her words however managed to break the trance her looks had trapped him into.

"You have got to try this, it's wonderful." She was swimming closer. By now he was sure she'd noticed his ridiculous way to react to her primitive charms and, by god, he was sure she was gonna try to use them in to persuade him to do something he'd most likely regret.

ā€œYeah, I think I'll pass. The waters might actually be cold enough for us to freeze to death.ā€ He was well aware she wasn't gonna listen to him, but acting like the lamest duck humanly imaginable was the best plan he could think off due to the large amount of blood that was already being transferred from his brain to a certain -for him utterly uninteresting- part of his body.

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Sparks fly behind Addison's closed eyelids as she dips under the water and pops back up closer to where Aldous was dipping his feet in the water. She smiles up at him, treading water as she slides her hands through her hair to push it away from her face.

ā€œYeah, I think I'll pass. The waters might actually be cold enough for us to freeze to death.ā€ Aldous's face contorts a bit, a small sign of ...embarassment? Frustration?? Something was going on in his mind, but she couldn't necessarily figure out what.

The shape shifter lets out a soft laugh, her smile becoming less devious, more relaxed as her eyes twinkle in the moonlight. There is a small flutter in her chest, was her heart skipping? She shook her head, no....Course not. It was the drugs. Simply the drugs.

"C'mon, Babe, don't be a pussy." The word 'babe' slid off her tongue, a pet name she used often, but not with such a playful meaning -- for it was NORMALLY used for a sarcastic or insulting tone towards people.

She giggles playfully, sticking out her tongue a bit, when he didn't move she considered dragging him into the water, but then again, she didn't want to piss him off. Instead of dragging him, she splashes him lightly as she kicks her feet in the water, pointing her toes into a perfect arch. She stares at Aldous for a moment, tilting her head to the side, her eyes sliding down the silhouette of his body. She swims a bit closer, and then hauled herself out of the water, standing up and wringing out her hair. The brunette sits down next to him, moving her hair over to one side and running her fingers through the tangles.

With a sigh, she shivers a bit as a cool breeze whips through and she brings her knees to her chest, crossing her feet, trying to trap her body heat. Her eyes drift outwards, watching the water.

Everything was so...different now... She knew that her entire social network would be fucked with due to the whole school switch up... Everything was going down the shitter... Truth be told, she didn't really let those thoughts get to her until now....

She knew that things would change, her mom had always said change happens when it seems most inconvenient.... Addi believed it, she wasn't really one to be optimistic in the first place either. She stands for a moment, walking over to where their stuff was and she grabs a two cigarettes from her pack and walks back over, sitting down next to Aldous.

She lights her cigarette, taking a long drag, and then offers Aldous one, "Care for a Cancer stick?"

Of course, they weren't as fancy as his, but they were decent enough to satisfy her nic-fits. There was a moment of silence between the two as they sat there, Addison suddenly became very serious and she turned towards Aldous, "What are you thinking about?"

Her head tilts to the side, eyes softening for a moment, a hidden side of Addi that rarely anyone ever saw. She takes a long drag and blows it slowly.

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She'd missed the party. Great. Just fucking great

Throwing down the now near empty bottle that had been in her hand, Jade let it smash against the ground, falling back against the stone walls of the school. Her mind was a blur, thoughts which usually would have been sorted out and held in calm, cool collection were now tangled together with what seemed like no hope of survival. Closing her eyes she tried to gather her head, but inevitably failed to do so. So instead she opted for thinking about all that had led up to that precise moment.

After having gotten high with Addi, Jade had apparently thought that running off campus and heading to the cemetary where her brother was buried was a good idea. Hmph, that should teach her not to make decisions with a smoke filled mind. Not that it would, she'd probably make that mistake many more times in her lifem and they'd all probably end the same, with her leaning against a wall, drunk off her ass. While at the cemetary, she'd sat at her brother's grave, talking to him as easily as if she were making conversation about the weather, as if he was sitting in front of her, not laying in the ground covered in dirt. Every word which had left her mouth had been mostly pointless. It was her usual thing. She often came here, to tell him all that had been happening in her life. It was as if she was holding on to some shred of him, not willing to let go just yet. She always made sure no one knew of course, of what she did when no one could find her. Jade suspected Addi and Cor might know, but knew neither of them would say anything. Her brother wasn't a subject Jade was very fond of talking about.

As night had fallen, she'd somehow managed to make her way back to Arcana, but having found out that Jackson's party had already sizzled down, she just decided not to go. Instead, she walked around, looking for somebody that could interest her. She thought she'd spotted Addi at some point, but it had turned out to be just another stupid Arcana girl. So much for that.

In time, she'd found her way outside, sitting near the back of the school, her mind busy with thoughts, most of which she couldn't make out, but she did know that the majority of them were about her brother, and where she'd be at that moment if he was still alive. She'd probably be right here, at Arcana. She would have never gone to Noctrem, and she'd be living life as a goody-two-shoes, being someone that girls like those she called her friends would probably put through hell on a daily basis. But no....no she was not that girl. She was Jade Locke. A bitch to most, and a friend to few. And that was exactly how she planned to stay.




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Throughout the party, Lora had spoken with numerous people, danced a bit, and had even gotten a bit drunk, given her small drinking contest with one of her fellow students, but as the music died down, she found herself standing off to the side, humming a small tune to herself as she watched the people around her, occasionally taking a sip from the small bottle in her hand. She kept herself sober enough to make mostly rational decisions, thank god, but she was a bit more reckless than usual, and with her, that was saying something.

A quick laugh escaped the girl's lips at some thought that had passed her head. But apparently, that laugh had been just loud enough to draw the attention of a guy who was standing near her. "Sorry." She smiled, her voice still somewhat of a chuckle. She looked away and tried to calm her mind, but apparently that thought had just been too funny, although now she could barely remember it.

Lifting her head to look at the people around her, she decided to head out, looking out for Jackson, who was nowhere to be found. Giving a shrug, she walked from the party, and headed up to her room, falling into bed and turning over to get out her phone, checking for messages. There were a few, but she didn't particularly feel like answering them. Laying there, she thought over all that had happened that day. The only two bits that stood out were her meeting with Henderson, and Jackson's party. In her drunken state, she couldn't much remember anything else, so she settled for thinking over just those two events, Jackson's party more than the "meeting". Max Henderson was going to be the last thing on Loralei's mind that night. Instead she set to mulling over all the people she'd talked to, as well as the ones she hadn't gotten the chance to.




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Emmeline had long since left the party, after having made her attempts to calm Zac down after witnessing all that had gone down between him and Morgan, she'd retreated to her room, changing and settling down with one of her many books. Anyone who saw her part of her dorm would immediately call her a bookworm, and they wouldn't be wrong. All her life, Emmeline had preferred the world of books to reality. With her childhood, every book she read was like an escape. She could seal herself away and travel to some distant land where her mother couldn't harm her, where she didn't have to worry about suspecting whose love was true and whose was a lie. She could just let her mind walk among the pages and it was as if those characters, those worlds, would bring her some sort of comfort.

Curling her legs under the covers and sitting against the headboard, she held a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland in her arms, smiling as she felt the pages beneath her fingers. Before coming to Arcana, Emma's father had offered to buy her a Nook, or some other type of e-reader, but she had immediately turned him down without hesitation. She hated those new forms of reading. It took away from that wonderful feeling you get when you hold a new book for the first time. The smell of the pages, especially in the old books. To be honest, she loved the line of a cracked spine on a book she would read so much the pages would bend, and she it was always one of her pet peeves for someone to disrespect a book, even if that meant turning a corner. She liked to keep her books in good shape, and they all lay stacked around her bed, though she was careful not to let them fall to her roommate's side. Looking up from her book, Emma took a moment to wonder just where Kymber was, before a smile crept to her lips. Closing her eyes, she thought, trying to picture the Mad Hatter's hat. She imagined how tall it would be, how big, what it would look like, even the little 10/6 tag. After a moment, she felt a sort of buzzing feeling and opened her eyes, looking next to her where, sitting on the bed, was the hat. Immediately reaching out to touch it, her smile fell slightly as her hand glided through it, as if it were merely an object of a dream. "Hmph. Well, I guess I'll need to work on that." She spoke out, to no one but herself, her voice breaking the silence that had settled on the room.

Turning back to her book, the hat faded away and the girl read until her eyes fell and she slept, her book still cradled in her hands.

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    ā€œWhen you are as old as we are, you get used to being this way.ā€

    She was tall, much taller than the little girl on the floor with adoration in her eyes and a quiet giggle on her lips. This woman, so tall, so beautiful, so graceful, looked down casually, as if the girl was not her daughter, but a toy. The girl did not notice. She widened her eyes underneath her motherā€™s attention and began to suck her thumb. The womanā€™s features sharpened harshly, so suddenly that the girl nearly burst into tears.

    ā€œLook,ā€ she continued, her voice still as calm as the sea, contradicting the glare in her irises, ā€œyou have to think. You have to predict, the reaction you will get after every word, every move, every raised eyebrow and every hidden smile. People will watch you. People will see. People never go away.ā€ The woman knelt down until she was eye-level with the girl, and smiled. The little girl did not see the pitying gleam in her eyes, nor the subtle, sad, slow swoop of her lips; she only saw her mother, and began to giggle and coo and reach out chubby arms, which her mother grabbed in distaste, flicking it away from her.

    ā€œBabies,ā€ she murmured scornfully. The sadness left her frail features, disgust beginning to flood her senses. After all, the little girl wasnā€™t just your daughter, she was a Craft, and Craft ladies, even infants, were not so bold in their emotions. Emotions, the woman had learned earlier, was dangerous, risky, and ought to be forbidden. This baby just did not understand. ā€œYou canā€™t teach them a thing.ā€

    Little Loren Craft stared at the back of her mother as she left. Smaller and smaller she became, until, at last, the girl burst into tears. The woman did not flinch. She did not look back. The wails escalated in volume. No one noticed.





    Of all memories, she never would have given a second thought to this one. But it had appeared in her dreams, and now Loren was awake, cheeks red and eyes damp. This happened, once every month. It was often the sign of the end of her period, which was the one thing that made the dreams bearable. That, and the fact that these dreams were often memories blown out of proportion. They had a strange shiny quality to them, a quality that assured Loren of their exaggerated, hyperbolized nature. Her childhood could not have been so pathetic, of course. No mother could be so repulsed by her own baby, right? She grabbed fistfuls of blankets and pulled them over her head, grunting as she did so. She did hate waking up in the middle of the night, though. She could never go back to sleep, but at least she tried. She shut her eyes and threw an arm over her lids, blocking out the darkness and what hid in it.


    Twenty minutes later, sleep was continuing to elude her, and Loren reluctantly got out of bed. She was dressed in leggings and a bright neon yellow sports bra, and the sudden breath of cold air sent harsh goosebumps down her body. How she wanted to dive back into the warmth of her bed! But there was no point; she would be tormented by the alertness of her senses, for another few hours until classes begin. As usual, Loren didnā€™t know what to do, now that she was standing, accepting of the fact that she was awake as her roommate slept calmly on, and bored. She tried to do something different each time. One time, she took a walk outside, admiring the silence that fit Arcana Academyā€™s campus so perfectly. It had been a short walk, something that Loren could blame on the weather.

    But she certainly didnā€™t want to take a walk outside tonight, but a chance to really stretch her legs did sound pleasant right now. Maybe she could take a run.. but she had just decided not to go outside! Loren sighed when she realized what she would have to do: power walk through the hallway of the House. At least she would get some exercise. Stretching and yawning, Loren pulled on a white T shirt, pulled on her sneakers, and began pacing down the hallway. She could just imagine how foolish she looked right now, but she told herself she didnā€™t care at all. Nevertheless, she was back in her room before anyone else had woken up, jumping into the shower and getting ready to begin the day.

    It would be a long one, she knew. There had been a party the previous night, of course, who hadnā€™t heard about it? Loren couldnā€™t remember being invited or not, her memory always failed her whenever she spent the night studying. Which really was what she spent the night doing. It had been hard, but she wanted to be close to the top of her class this year, and that meant missing out on a party once in awhile. Besides, in her experience, Loren was usually one of the only sober ones, watching and trying to pretend she belonged. Because as much as she wanted to be a carefree girl who loved to party (Like the girls from Noctrem, Loren thought wistfully), she couldnā€™t escape the wallflower inside of her. One of these days - and the day was coming soon, hopefully - she would let loose. Dance on a table, or something. She didnā€™t know. But the dreaming made her smile.

    She stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her slick body, clad in a purple bra and a red thong. Alright, it was a terrible color combination, and it reminded Loren of a bruise, but no one was going to see, anyway. She glanced at her roommate, realizing it was still relatively early for Addison to be awake. She had a feeling that the girl didnā€™t like her, though Loren felt a neutral sort of affection for the girl; the two were roommates, she had to like the girl anyway, if she wanted to live peacefully. But still. Perhaps it was her gift. Iā€™m not going to read your mind, roomie! Loren admonished Addison mentally. Reading minds took a conscious effort, and it was almost like playing God, deciding to invade someoneā€™s privacy and thoughts.

    But most people didnā€™t understand, which Loren didnā€™t mind. Or at least, she pretended not to. She was used to being viewed as the good girl. Her wild side, however, was beginning to stir more quickly than before, showing itself in small doses at random intervals. She knew some of the teachers had noticed, and perhaps a few of the other students. So what, if Loren was curious about Noctrem Academy and its students? Who cared? She took her time getting dressed; she had enough time to spare, why not dress nicely for once? After twenty minutes, Loren had decided on a light blue dress shirt, tucked into a pair of acid wash gray jeans, a knitted white scarf, and black ankle boots. Hey, it looked pretty nice compared to what she normally wore: a T shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

    Right after Loren had put on daisy stud earrings, Addison began to move in her bed. ā€œMorning!ā€ she said absentmindedly, studying her face in the reflection. She was acceptable. Presentable. Ready for a new day. It would have to do.

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"Morning!" The chirpy voice belonged to Addison's mind-reading roommate, Loren Craft.... Addison groaned out of frustration.

The glorious "model" was laying across her bed, half naked, covers tangling around her body. The clothes she wore just hours before -- for she had stumbled into the room around four am -- were slung across the back of her desk chair. Her make up from the night before was smeared, hair swirled into a beach wave from her midnight dip. A tragedy of a night well spent. She stirs from her sleep, blue eyes flickering open and Addison sits up, shaking her hair out and fixing her bra a bit, watching the mind reader put herself together.

"Morning, Love," she smiles quietly, her voice was shockingly sweet, low, sly seduction slides between the consonants, she studies Loren for a moment and smiles.

"You...Remind me of a cat I once had," Addison looked at Loren subtly picking out her expressions, and then a smile lit up on Addison's face, "I felt like sje was always there.... Her name was Mouse, she lived till she was about... a decent ten years old."

Addison paused, letting out a sigh, the smile dropping fully, "I hated that cat.. Thing was always sneaking around and lurking around me. That's creepy." She raised an eyebrow, not even expecting a response. She throws down her covers, stands up grabbing two towels and walking towards the bathroom. Addison drops the towels, and pops in the shower.

The events of the night weren't necessarily stunning, but it wasn't the least bit boring either. She was curious, however, what happened between the rest of the crazies at the party... Especially that whole Max, Jay, Cor triangle... It was bound to be insanity. She was surely going to run into Cor... However...The mind reader could be of use to her on this one actually. She smiles quietly and she finishes her shower, turning off the water, Addi begins to wring out her hair, then slip a towel around her. She walks out and back into her room.

She smiles at Loren, slipping a thong on and a bra, "Just give me a minute, I'm coming with you to breakfast...." Addison's eyes veered towards the clock and she grunts, "At...Seven... Ten in the morning..." A disgruntled sound escapes the shape shifter's lips and she runs a hand through her hair. Squeezing into a pair of skinny jeans and throwing a light weight purple sweater over it, Addison places her earrings in and slips her shoes on; fixing the make up from the night before and grabbed her purse, staring up at Loren with a smirk.

~~~~Mickey is coming soon.. [[I also need to make that other male character!!]]~~~~

[[FINALS are over *fuck..i never actually learned {this} shit*]]

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    A beautiful - albeit messily made, at the moment - girl groaning to a cheerful greeting was, in Loren Craft's professional opinion, not what she had been hoping for in a roommate. Being a morning bird herself, she had crossed her fingers when she had heard of the arrangement, praying for someone who didn't mind getting up as early as she did. As naive as it sounded, the girlish fantasy of a roommate and a best friend in one still haunted her at the age of seventeen. Needless to say, Addison Lawler wasn't exactly the girl who would have fit Loren's picture of such a character, but no one could pin down the hopes of a Craft after they set their hearts on something. Ah, perhaps all will go well. Perhaps this Addison would surprise her; and this, of course, required Loren to be at her most likable stage, before she could even hope to venture off into deeper territories, to dive into what lay beyond the surface. So, she laughed quietly. She turned and sat on the edge of her own bed, respectfully turning her gaze towards Addison's feet as the model got up, scantily clad.

    "Must have been some party," Loren lightly joked, as Addison began to chatter about her old cat. She could hardly see what a cat had anything to do with anything at all, but she listened politely, nodding her head and even adding a believable, "Awww," at the mention of its name: Mouse. What an adorable, and a little ironic, name for a cat. Aren't cats supposed to eat mice...? Like Tom and Jerry...?

    "I hated that cat.. Thing was always sneaking around and lurking around me. That's creepy," Addison said, perfectly interrupting her thoughts. Oh, now she understood. Loren successfully kept the astonishment from her face as she nodded and grunted sympathetically, deciding to ignore the implication. She had no plans of invading the girl's mind. Maybe if she got Loren annoyed enough to do it for the sake of bothering Addison... or if there was something Loren was particularly curious about... But for the most part, there seemed to be very little to Addison Lawler. It was a terrible thought, to find someone lacking in anything that made a person interesting and worthy of friendship, but it was true, and Loren did not make it a habit of entertaining falsehoods. If she was going to really think this way of her, with little reason to even ponder such a preposterous idea, then she wasn't sure how things would work out. She hated being accused of being a sneak because of her power, and Loren quickly decided to watch out for Addison. She would have to remain on her toes around the girl. She just couldn't find herself liking her.

    Loren raised her eyebrows a little resentfully at Addison as she left to take a shower. It would be poor form to leave now, but no one would blame her for ditching the girl. Ah, but it was their first day as roommates... It just wouldn't do. She waited patiently, her eyes wandering about the room she now shared with Addison the New Terror. Observing her room, however, became boring fairly quickly. She pulled out her phone and began typing out a text to her beloved friend, Zac Barnes.

      To: Zac Barnes <3
      want a partner in smashing those drums, buddy? my roommate thinks I"m a stalker cat

    When Addison came out, Loren made sure she barely reacted, nodding coolly and once again diverting her gaze from Addison's body. As she did so, she wondered just what had happened at the party last night. Arcana Academy had had its own fair share of parties, but Noctrem was undoubtedly the uncontested victor in the party category. The students were bound to create more drama, throw more temper tantrums... get things going, making things happen. It was a trait Loren couldn't help but envy. Her life was, at the moment, a little bland. Not that she minded... well, she did mind, actually. A lot. But in time, Loren decided, it would spice up a little bit.

    "Are you done already?" Loren remarked, feigning admiration for how quickly Addison had gotten put together. In reality, she hadn't noticed a bit, but in the world she had been brought up in, the key to life was flattery and deference. People liked to be looked up to, after all; blowing up someone's ego could do wonders for your own social life, Loren had learned. She got up and grabbed her own backpack, plain but sufficient, and began to walk towards the door. At the last minute, she opened it for the girl, smiling graciously as she motioned for Addison to walk by first.

    "I don't know about you, but I'm famished," she declared. One last chance for a friendly conversation, and that would be it.

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    There was nothing so pleasant as holding the door open for someone you're beginning to dislike. Already, she was regretting her decision of kindness; this moment would decide everything, Loren knew. If she responded agreeably, then there was hope, and Loren would hold onto this scene as if it was proof of an Addison she could like. And if she didn't... Let's just say it would be a rough arrangement for the both of them. Because as nice as Loren was, she was itching to do some damage, just itching to find a target. After all, she rarely used her powers. It would, admittedly, take control of itself and invade another person's territory without her intending it too, but that was why she was here, after all. Well, she was here because Miss Amy brought her here. And because it was better than gambling and drinking and living shamefully. But mostly, she was here to actually learn, unlike some of the other students. Mostly from Noctrem, Loren suspected.

    She vaguely recalled the scene of what would become her redemption, and began to smile fondly. Miss Amy had saved her life. She was quite indebted to the woman, actually. As she pondered over the journey she'd taken, questioning whether she was ready for fun or not, her phone vibrated in her pocket, coming to life so loudly it emitted an almost tangible awkwardness. Oh, damn her phone. She smiled nervously and apologetically at Addison as she fumbled with her phone, and opened it.

      Come on over, kitty. Meow. =^.^=
      -Zac

    Immediately, Zac's voice played in her head, playfully saying the words he had texted. A smile sprang to her lips and Loren slid it back into her back pocket and glanced behind her, searching for Zac's door. There it was; all she needed to do was figure a way out of here. Maybe, she admitted to herself, I should have thought this through before I sent that text. After all, wasn't it expected, for Zac to respond in such a manner after she asked him if he wanted a partner? Ah, she was so silly. And now she had to get out of this room.

    "I have to run,"
    Loren admitted to Addison, not completely lying, "I'll probably see you at breakast though! Just later. But let's hang out sometime, okay?"
    The last question was rushed through, so eager was Loren to get the sentence off her lips. She didn't want to be around Addison, didn't want to be around someone who would be so rude to someone they barely knew, but... it was worth a try. A stab of guilt causing a sympathetic ringing in her chest made Loren uncomfortable, and she fled without waiting for Addison's response. She ran until she was directly in front of Zac's door, panting and trying to catch her breath before she walked in.

    Once she was calm, she opened the door and walked in as stealthily as she could. As soon as she took a step into the room, she raced forward as quietly as she could and threw her hands over his eyes. "Boo!" she said joyfully.

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Still so confused, the poor headmaster of Arcana carried his girlfriend through the debris that littered the hallways of his school, holding her as close to his body as humanly possible. He barely registered the fact that Chris seemed to appear in front of him out of thin air, and he could only blink in his direction as he was there one minute, and then rushing off in another direction the next. Leo was sure that he mentioned something about a scream, but he was in too much of a daze to really understand what he was on about, let alone realize the fact that someone had been screaming. There was so much noise in that moment in time, noise that didn't seem to be subsiding along with the shuddering of the earth that was finally beginning to cease, that he couldn't pin point any one sound.

Only Amy's voice. Amy's sobs. Her anguish, and sadness. Over what, he was still unsure.

Within another minute, they were outside, standing among the injured students and teachers that were crying, screaming, worrying about their friends and family, on their phones to worried parents. Leo continued to hold Amy to his chest, his arms around her back, resting on her hip, the other holding her up underneath her legs. Somewhere inside, he knew what she was upset over, what had caused her to loose touch with herself so much, but he didn't want to acknowledge it himself. If he did.... Leo wasn't sure what would happen if he did, even thinking about such a horrible thing happening was tearing him up inside. But then, softly, Amy's voice hit his ears, telling him. Her voice stammered over the final word, the word that the male had been dreading to hear.

"G-Gone?" He repeated, his own voice shaking over the very word that was causing his heart to break inside. His head slowly tilted down to look at his girlfriend as she trembled in his arms, his eyes bearing into hers. He shook his head lightly, having only just gotten used to, and happy about, the idea of the two of them having a child, and now that had been taken away from him. This horrific event had taken the most one of the most precious things in the world to him away, and broken the other's heart. Tears welled in his eyes as he placed Amy down on the floor, following her almost instantaneously, sinking to his knees.

"No..." Leo breathed, a single tear slipping from his eye, trickling it's way down his cheek. This couldn't be happening. Not... not now. Not when he was only just growing to be happy with his life. Everything had been going fantastically. His heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces as he gazed down at the small bump that was his girlfriend's stomach, his head still shaking in denial. This wasn't true. It couldn't be true.

Suddenly, a huge cracking from above made Leo whip his head upwards, and he stared in shock and horror as one of the iron poles sticking up from on top of the school fell down, towards his head, spire first....

Then everything went black, death over coming him.





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Erin didn't want to move. She didn't even want to breath, to be fair, her chest was hurting that much. She could barely opened her eyes, and her entire body was aching, blood and dirt covering her clothes. The shaking on the ground was subsiding, the earthquake that she was just realizing had happened was finishing, thank god. From what she could see from her position, the school was a wreck, ninety-nine percent of the student body was injured, and everyone was panicking about everyone else around them. Somehow, the blonde was able to shift herself around, a small whimper escaping her lips as she did so, looking around for someone, anyone that she cared about. Corentine wasn't in sight... neither was Addy, or Drake.. Wait...

As she thought about her friends, two of them came hurdling out of the school. Cor instantly branched off, out of her eye sight, but she watched as Drake collapsed to the floor, holding himself up shakily on his elbows and forearms. It didn't seem like much of a distance for her to get to him, and Erin set her mind to somehow, getting her way over to him. He had saved her... gone to her room and fished her out of whatever situation she had been in to end up like this and unconscious, so it was only right of her to go over and check to see if he was okay.

With a scream of pain that she tried to bite away, by chewing down on her bottom lip, Erin dragged her broken body up onto all fours, having to pause for a moment even then, shocked by the amount of pain that was radiating from her chest area. After a minute of deep breathing, the blonde took another intake before setting off, moving her limbs very slowly, bringing herself to tears almost by the bone shattering pain in her chest. It took her longer than she had thought to get to Drake, and it felt like she had been pulling herself along the grass for hours - her legs and arms were grass stained, adding to the mess that she was.

Once she got to him, Erin collapsed back onto her back, bringing her hand up slowly to wipe away one of the tears that had fallen from her eyes, slowly in-taking another breath, another thing that caused her more pain. She was sure that she had broken something there, most likely a rib or two.

"D-Drake... are you... okay?" She whispered, her voice shaky and completely out of breath, her eyes gazing up to the clouds. She couldn't even shift herself properly to look at him; all of her energy had been spent making her way over. "Your collapsed.... worr--worrying... me."





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It felt like the silence between them had run on for ages, before Jackson heard Lulu mutter about her thinking that he hated her. A small smile pricked at the corner of his lips as he thought about how he could never hate over, as he thought about how happy she made him, and the fact that he always smiled when he was around her. He was about to answer her as well, to tell her that, when they were suddenly interrupted by Mo. He paused for a moment as he saw the non-smile on her face, an uncommon thing to see with Morgan, and he wrapped his only good arm around her when she hugged him. He was rather confused as to what was going on, until her telepathy whispered only one word into his mind. Goodbye... He took the note from her hand and whispered a small goodbye back to her as she walked away. Well, there went his only other female friend.

However, his mind was soon torn from Morgan's departure as Lulu threw her arms around his neck, causing a small gasp to slip from the Irish male's mouth, as his broken wrist was crushed against his chest. Somehow, he maneuvered it into a more comfortable position, if that was even possible, letting it hang from his side. Jack's other arm snaked it's way around her waist, holding her closer to him, listening to every word she was whispering to him. He felt bad for reacting the way he did, by the way that she spoke, and he knew that he just needed to apologize to her. And he also knew that he had to let her go for this, no matter how much it may hurt him to see her with Drake.

"Lu..." He whispered back softly, his head nuzzling into her hair gently, savouring this moment of being close to her, something he didn't expect to be happening again for such a long time, after their argument the night before. "I love you so god-damn much, and I hope you never forget that, okay?" Jackson pulled back, although only just so that he could look into her eyes, showing her the smile that appeared on his handsome, yet dust covered face. "And you know I could never hate you. I never have, and I never will. Even if you do go off and date Drake. I'll.... I'll be here. Always, for you." Moving his head back to it's original place next to her ear, Jack pressed a soft kiss to her temple, before whispering in her ear again,

"Always, and forever."

As he looked down, Jackson noticed a small piece of ripped clothing that had been torn and tied over her arm, blood starting to seep through. Burying his head back into her shoulder once more, the Irish man let his eyes slip closed and he focused on the stinging sensation coming from her arm, taking the pain away from her, and into his own body. What was a little more pain to add to his concoction, anyway? Better Lulu be happier and in less pain than him.






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All Max could focus on was getting Corentine out of that death trap of a school, whilst the earthquake was still going on. He wasn't answering any of her questions, which was probably going to earn him a good shouting at when everything was over, and he didn't even care that all he was wearing was a towel, as he dragged her out of the school. Running through the corridors was painful, glass and shards of concrete and plaster were cutting at his feet with every step, but the pain was nothing compared to the explosion that was going on inside his mind. The horror, pain and panic of everyone in the school was overpowering him, and it almost made him stumble a few times as he tried to get them both out of the school.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of running through the hallways, Corentine having to save them once from a huge piece of ceiling that would have crushed them all to death if it had fallen, the three of them, Max, Corentine and Drake all ended up outside; but that just made his headache even worse. Worse than worse, actually. He was barely able to feel Corentine's hands as they set themselves on his arms, and his vision was blurry as he tried to make out her face. He soon gave up on that however and just nodded at her suggestion to go into the woods.

A bloody mess, covered only in a towel, Max ran towards the blurred forest, making it only a little way in before he collapsed against a tree. He was far enough from any student that they would be able to see him, but he could still feel every little cut on their body, all the pain of the dying students and teachers, and the world was closing in quickly on him. Within seconds, his head lolled to the side as he slipped out of consciousness, the pain in his mind too severe to bear.

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