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Post by LORA JENNINGS on Dec 11, 2011 1:22:04 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe? How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Lora's office was, pretty large. It had a set of furniture including a brown suede loveseat with a matching arm chair as well as a coffee table with the day's newspaper and several magazines. There was a corner with a full body mirror with a black cloak hanging from the side, a door that lead to a closet full of records as well as a whole wall of pictures and certificates. Her desk was relativity close to the door so Lora jumped when there was a knock.
Her desk was spic and span with two seats at the end on the other side, her rather fancy computer and keyboard dusted with only a file folder open beside it as Lora typed up her work swiftly. She was dressed in a green turtleneck and black pants with regular black shoes and gold earrings and necklace. A common outfit for her on a normal day like today. Her fingers bounced on the keyboard typing up an e-mail to the Vires with information on a student they required. She knew little about him, he had only been at the school for a few months but apparently the Vires wanted to keep an eye on him.
Lora absolutely hated working for the Vires. They treated supernaturals like dirt and it wasn't right. If they truly wanted to manage supernaturals they were going about it the wrong way. She didn't entirely though, agree with the Rebellion's approach either. They were both aggressive in a time that needed an assertive reaction. Fighting wasn't going to do any good, but perhaps that was the way people were.
There was a knock on the door and Lora jumped, her door opened and the face of a vires guard appeared. She had seen him before and he didn't seem to be at all the most... helpful type. "I caught two students, ma'am, returning after curfew from the garage." he announced, seeming happy with his catch. She nodded, turning back to her computer screen for a moment to finish typing her sentence, "Send them in." she said wistfully, wishing she did not have to deal with this at the moment.
She heard the two sets of footsteps as the students entered the room and she waved her hand toward the seats at the other side of her desk and continued on typing her message. The guard hesitated and she turned to him, "Thanks for you service, sir. I shall deal with them from here." she said, dismissing him. He just grunted and walked away, mumbling something she couldn't hear. Oaf of a goon, isn't he? she thought disapprovingly as he walked away, shutting the door behind him.
Lora carried on typing for a few moments, finishing her report and turning to the two pupils at her desk for the first time. Her heart sunk when she saw Dallas, a student working with her for the Rebellion. She sighed and shook her head, trying not to react to arouse suspicion with the girl she knew as Miss. Beth Blacke who was with him. "So." she began, "Can you tell me what happened?" she asked in a cool and professional tone.
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Post by DALLAS RAE on Dec 11, 2011 16:47:12 GMT -5
Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundabout Oh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house
Dallas laughed at the headmistress comment. He saw her look of disapproval and cleared his throught. He looked over at beth, she was looking down at her lap."Well we went to dinner, and I lost track of time." He looked at HM Jennings with complete honesty on his face"I promise, and the whole thing was my idea. I asked her out for a cup of coffee after being rude, but when we got their it was late and I was hungry so I made her come along."Dallas looked at her with a plead to understand and hoped she catched the word I all through out the explanation.
He did not want her to be in trouble. Dallas would not forgive himself. He only got others in trouble when it was to protect his own hide but this was only detention."Please Head Mistress's, don't give her a punishment. Just me it was my fault."If she agreed, she would only say so in front of Beth to keep up looks. He would probably just stay in his room for the time and sleep, when he supposedly had detention. Jennings usually let him off the hook. She knew he had better things to do then go to detention, or go out to dinner with friends.
I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah NOTES ;; My dad is about to pop my body. yay. OUTFIT ;; sexy! MUSIC ;; KISS FM CHICAGO LYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVECREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae. |
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Post by BETH BLACKE on Dec 11, 2011 17:40:31 GMT -5
Hey, I just met youand this is crazy❦ ❦But here’s my numberso call me maybe❦
Beth followed behind, her head down and her mouth shut. She wasn't exactly ashamed, she should be allowed to be out to whatever time she wished, she was responsible wasn't she? She was able bodied and intelligent wasn't she. She felt a fury erupt in her but she bit her lip, not letting her temper get the better of her. She quickly sat down in her seat and crossed her arms and legs, her eyes blazing and turned the other way.
She pursed her lips as Dallas explained their tardiness and she rolled her eyes, holding back a huff of indignation. They shouldn't have to explain themselves. They weren't doing anything wrong, like she's going to make me beg for mercy... she thought, now glaring at her lap furiously.
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It’s hard to look right at you baby
But here’s my number, so call me maybe
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NOTES ❦ notesgohere
OUTFIT ❦ here
MUSIC ❦ :P
LYRICS ❦ Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe
CREDIT ❦ Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality.
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Post by LORA JENNINGS on Dec 11, 2011 18:31:06 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Lora listened to Dallas's persistent mutterings about why they were coming back so late after curfew. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her lips tight and her mind awake and alert. She was a relativity calm and collected person though her mind raced with anger and frustration. Idiotic teenagers. She had to deal with this way too often-the sooner she got a vice-headmaster or headmistress the better. This was dirty work and she was busy enough as it was.
Mr. Rae explained how he and Miss. Blacke had been planning to only be out for a while but had gone to dinner instead. He was practically begging her to let Miss. Blacke go and she wondered why. It couldn't be all his fault, they were together, either of them could have noticed the time and said something. They were equally guilty and if it were any other pair of students she would have said so, but she needed to get him alone anyways.
She sighed, getting up from her chair and looking over the two students. Miss. Blacke was obviously very agitated and was keeping back many unwanted words. When Mr. Rae finished explaining their absence she took a breath, paused, then said, "Well then, if that's the case off you go Miss. Blacke. You may go to you're room for now but if you are caught out past curfew again I will not be as forgiving." she said with her English accent tingling in the air. She waved her hand towards the door and waited for her to exit.
Once the door was shut she turned back to Dallas, "Really? Must you be so careless as to be out so late?" she asked, her voice disappointed and rather annoyed, "If you really want to keep doing your work for the rebellion you have to keep a low profile."
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Post by DALLAS RAE on Dec 11, 2011 20:28:12 GMT -5
Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundaboutOh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house
Dallas watched Beth go. He hoped she would wait for him, but that was not the case. He could not hear her through the door. She was gone. He trunded the other way while she got onto him. Once she was done he turned back around to face the Head Mistress."And you should treat your guards better. Insted of calling them oafs. Its not long before they send someone like me and they really hear whats going on in that English head of yours. Cheerio, cheers, Would you like a spot of tea?"He said in a fake accent. He raised an eyebrow at her."And it was dinner, I am still a kid you know. I can get in trouble and I don't think they will stop me from working because I was late back to school."
He crossed his legs, leanded back and spread out his arms on the back of the couch. He knew that by not letting him go with beth, that she needed to talk to him. She usually summoned him by a letter that appeared in his room when not their."So what do you need me to do now? Talk to mommy and daddy? Watch someone? tell you what I've been told? Or is it your turn to share some info? My parents are starting to waver. They think I'm lying, my mom has been looking into my head also. And do you know how hard it is to hide memories?" his tone was snide with agitation. Dallas sat there shaking his foot and waiting for her answer.
I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah NOTES ;; RAWR! OUTFIT ;; Sexy and I know it.MUSIC ;; BordemLYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVECREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae. |
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Post by BETH BLACKE on Dec 11, 2011 20:49:25 GMT -5
Hey, I just met youand this is crazy❦❦But here’s my numberso call me maybe❦
Beth took no hesitation to leave, keeping her head down and hurrying out of the office, turning to Dallas as she opened the door, not saying a word but just turning to him for a single moment. Thanks... she thought, hoping he'd hear it. Then she left the office in a hurry and closed the door. She walked out to the foyer and up the stairs towards the dorms.
When she reached the third floor she paused, she wondered if he had truly heard her thought. She really should thank him with her words, she sighed and sat on the staircase, resting her elbow on her knee to prop up her head as she waited.
She began to think about the entertaining night she had had and back to her painting and the entire day. Her mind swam with thoughts and memories so she didn't notice the familiar cold feeling sweep over her that signified a ghost had appeared. "Hello, Sweet Pea." a voice startled her and she gave a little jump.
It was her great-grandmother, Betty Blacke. She had taught her almost all she knew about necromancy. Usually she was happy to see her but now Beth was agitated and she rolled her eyes, "Not now, Granny." she sighed.
"Oh, Sweet Pea-I thought you wanted to know about that summoning enchantment. I finally found it and..." the two then went into a hushed discussion. Though no one could hear or see the ghostly elderly woman, Beth could still be heard so she made sure to stay very quiet.
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It’s hard to look right at you baby
But here’s my number, so call me maybe
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NOTES ❦ notesgohere
OUTFIT ❦ here
MUSIC ❦ 
LYRICS ❦ Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe
CREDIT ❦ Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality.
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Post by LORA JENNINGS on Dec 11, 2011 21:14:31 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Lora narrowed her eyes, tilting her chin a little higher. It was not his place to question her thoughts, "You know very well they're not my guards. They're the Vires. And it's not your business to be in my thoughts. I am still your Headmistress and you still have to respect me." she said coldly. He was being very disrespectful and she did not appreciate that one bit.
She was a dignified person, so she didn't let composure go and try to make fun of his accent-no matter how often it showed up. She shook her head and turned away, her lips tight and her eyes cold-but thoughtful. He went on how his parents were becoming less trusting off him and she shrugged, "Exactly what I am saying. You're only drawing attention to yourself with incidents like this. I now have to write a report for you're file, which will be alerted by the Vires and your parents. I'm not saying it's not a normal thing for student to do, but you're only drawing yourself from the regular crowd." she said, her voice showing hints of frustration. "And I will cut off your lines of communication to the rebellion if you continue to have events like this." she threatened.
Lora crossed her arms and sat back down in her chair, her eyes still narrowed as she watched him. He was being disrespectful and he had broken the rules, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a day planner, opening it to the coming week. She also took out a rather large stone, about the size of a child's palm and a quill with an ink bottle. She unstoppered the small bottle and put it on the table and laid the quill on the planner as well. She pressed the palm of her hand into the stone and the quill jumped up, took some ink, and furiously started scribbling in the day planner, adding dallas's name every day after school for an hour that week. She looked back up to him and said quite calmly, "I have to give you detention to not arouse suspicion, one week should do the trick. I'll see you here, everyday after school from Monday to Friday.".
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Post by DALLAS RAE on Dec 11, 2011 23:05:53 GMT -5
Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundaboutOh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house
Dallas shook his foot as she went along about drawing him self from the regular crowd. He went off into a string of thoughts about how Nikki got into my trouble then he did and his parents would just blow this off. He was still thinking when her voice came flooding into his ears."Cut off from rebellion" His foot stopped shaking and his head whipped around. Then he herd"Five days of detention"
He stood up eyes narrowed and mouth with a frown."Five days? What?! My own sister got caught smoking and she got two days! I come back late and I get five? WHY?!"He came to a maybe realization."What are you going to make me do? Why serve it in your office rather then somewhere else?" As he was speaking her saw her magic at work and a thought came to him.
Dallas watched the quill scribble, the invisible hand of magic working it."Can you make something for me? Something that can help me?" All trace of hatred had gone from his voice. He sounded almost pleading. He knew magic could do wonderful things. Why not tamper with someones mind?
I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah NOTES ;; MY HANDS HURT! OUTFIT ;; Sexy and I know it. MUSIC ;; NopeLYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVECREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae. |
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Post by LORA JENNINGS on Dec 12, 2011 20:33:10 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Lora couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy, but she wouldn't dare lessen his sentence. He had disrespected her and honestly, deserved to spend a little time paying for it. Perhaps next time he'd think twice before doing something so... she couldn't even put a word for it. "You and your sister cannot compare to one another when it comes to punishments. She, for one, did not say such things to me. I cannot say that that circumstance did not add a day or so to your punishment." she said, releasing her hand from the stone and letting the quill fall. She snatched it up, leaving the stone and calender, closed the bottle and the quill and laid it carefully in the drawer and closed it, folding her hands on the desk formally.
She shook her head when he asked what she wanted him to do, "All I want you to do is show some respect, as well as keep your nose clean." she said seriously. He seemed a little agitated perhaps? "And in my office because I want to keep an eye on you so I know if you show up. Also, it'll be a good chance to discuss the rebellion and your work for it.".
He then suggested that she create an article of regular clothing to help him keep his in control when he was around his parents. That'd be a great idea, he could think about things to note that might be useful for one, and it'd help him rest easier. She tilted her head slightly in thought, she thought she may have heard of such an enchantment before. She opened her mouth to speak, pausing for a moment then replying "I will see what I can do. But until then, Go to bed, I will see your for detention." she picked up the stone and held it in her hand, drying the ink magically and placing both the calender and the stone back in the drawer.
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Post by DALLAS RAE on Dec 14, 2011 20:14:01 GMT -5
Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundaboutOh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house
Dallas nodded in his seat as he listened to her.Well if its going to involve work, then I guess it wont be that bad.It had been awhile since he had done something other then listen in on his parents and others. It usually involved him sneaking into their room and staring at his mother. Letting their minds meld so that he could see and hear past events of her life. One upside to being a teenage rebel is that he was being taught things, that some adult telepaths cant handle. By no means we he good at it, his memory searching often just involved fuzzy images and when people smoke it sounded like they were underwater.
"Alright thank you." She had told him to go to bed and he suddenly felt tired. He nodded to her and headed to the door. Once their he turned around and looked back to HM Jennings"I'm sorry mam, I will try to hold back this next week, sorry" He felt wired as he said it, and he still felt wired from hanging with Beth. He was saying things like sorry and thank you and being less rude? What was wrong with him? He closed the door and went on his way to his room, not fretting over the next few days.
Once out into the hall way, Dallas pulled out his phone. Texting his sister back from the text earlier, oops. It readI'm gonna use the car tonight. he scrolled down to the next one WHERE THE HELL IS THE CAR! I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO USE IT! I was going to go out with Dan. He rolled his eyes, Dan, bleeh. He was a werewolf, with emphasis on wolf. Hairy mongrel. She may piss him off and she may be a goody goody little future vires, but he still loved her.
As he was walking and texting, a task he should not be doing. Dallas herd a new familiar voice, just before the dorms split off into the respective genders. He put the phone back into his pocket, and saw who it was just as he rounded the corner. He smiled but as soon as he took a few steps toward her a chill came across him. It was cold but not a regular cold. He couldn't explain it though. Dallas then saw that she was talking to the thin air, as if someone was their. He was puzzled"Beth what are you doing? Who are you talking too?"
I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah NOTES ;; PUT ANY OCC WORDS HERE OUTFIT ;; put a link to your outfit here or a list of their clothes MUSIC ;; any muse music going on?LYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVECREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae. |
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Post by BETH BLACKE on Dec 14, 2011 23:44:55 GMT -5
Hey, I just met youand this is crazy❦❦But here’s my numberso call me maybe❦
Beth and her grandmother were in deep conversation, debating over the helpfulness of frankincense when it came to raising the dead. "...everyone knows the supernatural qualities of frankincense has been much greater than almost any other substance.", Beth argued. "Yes, but sweetheart, it's not as useful when it comes to necromancy." Gramma Betty pointed out. Beth herself had never attempted raising the dead, that wasn't a task she was even allowed to preform until she was a senior.
Because of her conversation she didn't hear the footsteps of Dallas coming back up the stairs or even the tiny beeps and bings on his phone as he checked it. When she heard his voice, asking what she was doing and whom she was talking to she jumped, her chilled skin getting shivers. She subconsciously pushed back Gramma Betty, her willingness to leave made that easy so the cold left and her attention was fully on him.
"Oh... ah... Haha! Well... There was no one... I mean... Um... What do you mean?" she said, her voice quirky and nervous, her mind working overtime to explain this odd situation (though all it could come up with was some gruesome swears over and over again silently in her mind). Was she just supposed to say Oh yeah, I was talking to my dead great-grandmother....? No, or at least, Beth didn't want to entirely admit it, so she decided her best bet was to change the topic, "I wanted to thank you for saving me like that. I hope the witch didn't go too hard on you." she said sincerely, her own mind laughing softly at her little ironic additive to that sentence.
For the first time, she wondered exactly why she was apologizing. Usually she'd have thought herself to take the gift and ask no further questions. Perhaps it was because she knew the fault in their capture was equal between them both, or perhaps it was that he didn't seem like the type that did this very often. Either way, she hoped that he appreciated this because it really was killing her as well as she was getting rather tired and needed to go to bed at some point.
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It’s hard to look right at you baby
But here’s my number, so call me maybe
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NOTES ❦ notesgohere
OUTFIT ❦ here
MUSIC ❦
LYRICS ❦ Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe
CREDIT ❦ Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality.
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Post by DALLAS RAE on Dec 15, 2011 22:37:18 GMT -5
Take me to your best friend's house
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Dallas looked at her with confusion on his face."Okay then"He could have easily looked into her head and saw but he had told her that he would stay out, and he had a sneaking suspension she was talking to somebody that had long been dead. He had no issues with her necromancy, it was the ghost. He was powerless over them, not being able to touch, hear, control. She could however, and that made him feel a bit meek at the time.
he went to sit down next to her, pass though the spot she was talking at. It felt icy and cold and he felt drained of heat and sorta gloomy. He rubbed his hands together while he listened to her explanation, he chuckled quietly at her comment at being a witch.]"It was no problem, I drug you out and I should have been more responsible"He looked at her and slid his hand onto her, it opened a link, she was wondering why she was apologizing. He smiled."I have been asking myself the same question all night." He also felt that she was tired. She yawned"And don't worry about it, I have a closer relationship with her then others. It wont be to bad. He shrugged "Well we need to get to bed, she wont like it if we get sent back their twice in the same night" He wrapped his hand around her and stood up pulling her along with him. Letting go, he smiled and walked away.
I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah NOTES ;; SORRY! OUTFIT ;; put a link to your outfit here or a list of their clothes MUSIC ;; any muse music going on?LYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVECREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae. |
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Post by BETH BLACKE on Dec 16, 2011 19:31:45 GMT -5
Hey, I just met youand this is crazy❦❦But here’s my numberso call me maybe❦
Beth opened her mouth to warn him about not sitting in the recent essence of a ghost but for once no sound could escape it. She gave a small, silent sigh and closed her mouth, too late to warn him. He didn't really show his discomfort, so it must have not bothered him as much as most people. Beth herself had no problem with it, for she was used to the clammy, deathly feeling of it and could actually see where the ghost had been so she knew how to avoid them.
Beth felt a strange and highly unusual feeling when he touched her hand. Not like what some of the more romantic girls called a spark but strange. She wanted to jerk her hand away from it but did not. She stared at his hand for a few moments until he commented on one of her thoughts. She raised one of her eyebrows, protesting "Hey, you said you'd stay out of my thoughts." she kind of recoiled, leaning back on the corner of the wall. She felt panicky, knowing he could read her thoughts. She was her own, independent person and didn't need anyone walking in and seeing her like that.
She knew he could probably hear all her thoughts and tried to keep them in control, with great difficulty. He told her that he had a closer relationship with her and she wondered what exactly he meant by that, but decided to not bother with it now that her thoughts had been breached. She was about to draw her hand away from his when he took her and pulled both of them up. He bid his farewell and walked away down the boys' hallway. She watched him for a few seconds then turned down her own hallway to her own bedroom. Trying to process what exactly had just happened.
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It’s hard to look right at you baby
But here’s my number, so call me maybe
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NOTES ❦ notesgohere
OUTFIT ❦ here
MUSIC ❦
LYRICS ❦ Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe
CREDIT ❦ Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality.
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