Marlee Hudson
Daniel Roberts
Finn Huxley
Cyren Nielsen
Can you keep a secret?
Will you hold your hand among the flames?
Honey, you're a shipwreck
With your heart of stone
Will you hold your hand among the flames?
Honey, you're a shipwreck
With your heart of stone
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Cyren Nielsen | Hellhound
Usually, you'd expect bellyaching from a senior starting their first day back- technical first day back. The school had summer months off, but not everyone had a place to go. So those stuck behind were enrolled in "Summer Camp". It was just an official title for those who either didn't want to, or could not return home for the summer. Usually kids were made to spend the day working on their supernatural abilities under the watchful eyes of staff who were in the same situation as them. Cyren's first official day back started like the rest of her summer, in her dorm with her roommate, Marlee. They were an odd duo, a hellhound and a fairy- death and light. But undoubtedly none were closer than the two. Cyren had met Marlee during the freshman orientation, completely lost and in a daze. Marlee had been kind, pointed out where Cyren should of been and from there the two had formed a rather meaningful and close friendship.
When it got out that Marlee's father had joined the more malicious side of the supernatural, the kind that no longer wanted to exist and operate in shadow; most had forsaken the kind blonde. Instead, she'd made a point to curse out whomever berated her fae friend. And in turn Marlee had never been put off by Cyren's own mystical lineage. An omen of death, something that was supposed to lead the departed souls of anything supernatural to their final resting place; and most famously supposed to help guard hell. Not that Cyren really believed in that part of her lore. But her race was a near dead one, and who knows maybe her soul would guide other's. But what people overlooked was she was also supposed to be some sort of protector to the supernatural, but she supposed it was hard to see around the fact her race was synonymous with death. That had been last year, and since then tensions had only risen. During finals last year her history teacher had announced she was switching alliances, and since then no one had heard from her. Got out of a final though.
Yet, more recently things had been going... okay. She and Marlee had survived the summer camp. Mostly because this summer there was hardly any incidents and in fact there were even whispers of a new teacher who was something... Strange. Try as they might, the girls hadn't been able to figure out who was the new professor, even when Marlee had tried to find out from Professor Roberts- probably the grouchiest vampire that Cyren had met. Vampires had a reputation for being creatures that lived in extremes. But Roberts? Perhaps the most extreme grump you'd meet- but that was it. In her eyes she'd heard rumors that he had a wild side. Whatever that met. So as pre-school year ritual she and 'Lee had stayed up, watching Netflix and binging out on pop and other junk-food snacks. Then they'd been off to bed, Marlee first and after a couple more episodes of Archer followed Cyren.
Which caught them up to today, with the alarm blaring and Cyren tempted to melt the fucking thing. She was not a morning person, and was probably most dangerous when woken up. That never stopped Marlee from trying. "'Ren, come on get up. Let's go get breakfast." Groaning as small hands shook her the brunette instead buried her head beneath the pillow. "Please no." But no amount of begging would save Cyren as her friend ruthlessly shook her awake, and finally given in the hellhound blinked wearily almost horrified to see that her roomie had already showered and dressed. "Come on, it's breakfast." Which was ironic because once again, it was pitch-black outside. "Give me five. I'll meet you down there." Finally sighing she sat up, pushing her blankets off. The absolute worst thing about school? Getting up a respectable hour. With the threat that if Cyren wasn't down to the mess hall in ten minutes Marlee was going to come back up here with ice water.
As a creature with fire-wielding capabilities you can imagine how terrible that sounded for her. Then, her friend was gone and the dorm was quiet, leaving Cyren to peacefully shower under almost blistering water her long brunette tresses. Once that was done she was quick to pick out her outfit, and once her hair had been dried off and brushed out she was on her way to the mess hall. Her lone footsteps scuffled off the tiled floor, and one thing she'd never be able to get over was the beautiful Gothic architect . It was like one of those beautiful old cathedral churches turned school, though it'd only ever served the purpose of housing the supernatural. Lighting that she was pretty sure magicked by the witches made it seem as if sunlight were streaming down in the halls, hell it was even warm, though non-lethal to vampires.
Cyren had at one point slipped her earbuds on, her monster slip-ons a few teachers had told her they were in poor taste to other students treading with a surprising noise level against the pristine floor. She had about twenty minutes until breakfast was over, which wasn't a problem as she had a weak stomach in the morning. She was so enthralled in her music she nearly didn't notice a lone figure sitting in one of the window sills, his face turned towards the sky as if searching for something. He didn't look lost, but there was some hypnotic grace that clung to the man. Faltering, nearly jumping when he turned rather suddenly, their gazes clashing she paused. He wasn't overly muscular, but subtly so and she guessed whatever he was didn't rely on strength. Oaken colored hair wasn't quite shaggy nor unkempt, but getting there. Large mocha colored orbs watched her with a curiosity that reminded her the way a snake would watch a rat before devouring it. Esh. Ducking her head, Cyren was quick to continue on her way to the mess hall.
It wasn't hard to find Marlee, being a hellhound meant she could track nearly anything through scent. And living with someone for the past four years meant she knew the fae's scent by heart. She was back near the wall, and for once not alone. Professor Roberts had decided to stop by. Raising an eyebrow the petite brunette marched her way over, head held high. That was another thing about Cyren, she didn't care if people stared or whispered, she didn't mind being in hot water with her peers for something she couldn't help. But Marlee hated it. Slumping down into the seat next to Marlee she beamed in a wicked innocence up at the vampire. "Aren't you a little old to be hanging around students out of class?" His gaze darkened before he rolled his eyes. "Aren't you a little old to be wearing monster shoes?" They had a banter going on that honestly was fun for 'Ren. "Touche old man." He looked smug, though it vanished when he turned back to Marlee. "I meant what I said earlier okay? Oh, and Cyren it's Professor Roberts to you."
Raising an eyebrow she snorted, snapping back a saucy "Aye, aye captain." Before turning back to Marlee waiting a few moments after he left so he wouldn't be able to overhear. "What'd he want with you? Suck your delicious fairy blood? I'm assuming it's delicious because I don't really have a hankering for blood." Cyren often seemed to lack a filter, and she'd quite a few reputations for that. She wasn't known to back down, she'd flirt with almost anyone if it was a challenge enough, and was known to be quite opinionated. Around her voices swirled together creating an noisy din that was beginning to get under her nerves. Just fifteen more minutes. "Also, we should hurry up and get our classes. Most people did it yesterday." Absentmindedly pale fingers tapped the table as the hellhound furrowed her brows in thought. What if she didn't have classes with Marlee? They were completely different beings and more often than not it ended up they only had maths and science together.
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Daniel Roberts | Vampire
Sometimes he had no idea why he bothered to teach year in and year out. Most the kids he taught were brats, and either didn't listen to him, or disrespected him. And Dan was far from the patient type. Being alive for a couple centuries had a way of wearing on one's patience he supposed. All too soon the summer had drawn to a close, and even if it was spent at the school it was nice. Less kids, and looser schedules for everyone. It meant more time for Daniel to do things he liked doing, like art and a couple times he'd traveled abroad. But too soon the leaves were changing their colors he was getting his classes all sorted out. Being a history teacher what a cliché he was able to recant a lot of the curriculum from memory. The vampire had gone to bed a bit early the night before classes started and had woken up at a decent hour; his throat burning. The best thing about this school was he didn't need to attack anyone to get his blood kicks. They had donors that would donate blood, get it packed into a blood bag and then it would be free to take for any supernatural that needed blood to survive.
Showering, throwing on his more professional clothing, black slacks with a white button up and matching black tie; Daniel was ready to leave the teacher's dorms on the other side of campus and seek out his breakfast. The air was cold, he assumed because those he passed were wearing their fall jackets. He himself was cold, though that was because there was a lack of blood in his system. As he pushed through the large, heavy, oaken doors with intricate deceptions of supernatural in various ancient literature, for example the wild hunt was on the upper corner of the door, while fae danced around a fairy hill in the middle of the left door, he noticed the halls were mostly empty. Making his way towards the mess hall Daniel could smell her before he had a visual; Marlee Hudson that was. One of the only students he liked. Maybe more than liked but that was a whole inappropriate fuck-ride Daniel refused to allow himself to mull over. Undeniably there was something about Marlee make his inner predator... Protective. It began when her father had deferred to the malicious political faction of obliterating humans and taking over. To come out of hiding.
Well she'd gotten a lot of flack from it and Daniel and her best friend Cyren had formed a sort of watch duty to make sure that nothing really got out of hand. Kids were still cruel to her Dan was sure, but just not when he or Cyren was around. "Hello, Ms. Hudson." Daniel greeted, his usual silken voice broken by a husky roughness brought on by the need to feed. He was paler than normal, a bit chalky even which made him a little conscious about it. Large eyes flickered up to him, and he was greeted by a small smile. "Hi." She'd always been more... laid-back than most fae he knew. "I trust you're shadows not far?" Raising a slender eyebrow, referring to Cyren he felt smug as he made her laugh. He was full-aware of the eyes on him but the way to the staff's mess hall was through the students and a few other teachers were greeting kids. "She's upstairs, probably still asleep." Nodding, Dan dropped his voice before murmuring, "Please, if you have a hard time with your peers do not hesitate to seek me out. Your senior year should be fun rather than riff-raff making you upset." He'd hardly uttered the words when he heard a very familiar foot-fall pattern.
"Aren't you a little old to be hanging out at the students table?" The small brunette had always been so preceptive that he was a little worried she saw through him, that he harbored the slightest affections for his student. "Aren't you a little old to be wearing monster shoes?" His voice as cold as ice made the hellhound grin, a feral thing that made him question just how far she'd come in controlling her abilities. "Touche old man." Smirking knowing he'd won their playful banter he turned back to Marlee. "I meant what I said earlier, okay?" He'd always wanted to make his student feel a little more at ease with the school. About to turn on his heel he paused, throwing a backwards glance over his shoulder at the hellhound. "Oh, and Cyren? It's professor Roberts to you." She snickered, snapping off a saucy "Aye, aye captain." Rolling his eyes Daniel rather confidently sauntered towards the door that led to the teacher's staff room, his throat burning with the need for blood. He made quick work of securing three fresh blood bags, and took them back to his room to drink them and wait for his first period. If they were little shits he planned on giving them a pop quiz, and if not than a movie.
September 10th, 2015 at 10:05am