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Post by Mila on Nov 19, 2012 2:54:54 GMT -5
23:28:58 [Lara] Charlemagne Quin, or Sharlie to her friends, had her full lips pressed to another's. It was far past lights out, and the only light that illuminated the Magus girls bathroom was a small orb of light that danced about them, conjured on a whim. She was no Siren and yet, had made a name for herself as one of Hex's most wanted. Yes, there was actually a list. Long blond hair that her latest fling was pulling at, eyes like a sapphire that were squeezed shut with decadent rapture as a soft, whimpered mewl escaped her mouth. Her svelte form remained encased in her school uniform, implying that she'd been here a while yet and hadn't returned to her dormitory, a fact that the other Fifth Year girls of Magus she shared with, such as Leila had come to accept and expect most nights of the week. Breathless, Sharlie pressed her hands to his chest. “We... We should stop. You have to go back to.. Crux before someone finds us.” She spoke in a whisper, kissing him between words. Reluctantly, he began to ease his attentions and nodded to the voice of reason. Hoarsely he begged of her “Tomorrow?” Sharlie nodded her assent. “Same time.” He slipped out, careful to be silent and managed to return to his own dormitory in Crux without being caught, his heart beating rapidly with nervous agitation. Back in his bed, Derek breathed a sigh of relief. Man, she's something. Meanwhile Charlemagne had refastened the buttons of her shirt, and turned to the large vanity mirror above the sinks. With the orb of light still in place she was able to spy her own features, and tilted her head with a vain smile giving the indication that she liked what she saw. Her gaze dropped to the darkness, fingertips rifling around her pocket in search of her Cherry Kisses lip balm, when a sound drew her attention. A creak. Her head jolted up, gaze trained into the darkness. Nothing. She was unsettled, but not so much that she was going to give up on the search for her make-up. Then, she heard a footstep. Definitely a footstep. “Derek?” Came her accusation, a loud whisper. “Derek, is that you?” Another step. Now the icy fingertips of fear traversed her back, and she shuddered into the darkness. “Who's there?" Charlemagne knew she should be quiet, for it could very well be the Magus Coordinator bearing down on her, or just another youth, trying to scare her but, paranoia overtook sense. Remembering her abilities all to late, her hand moved in the air, guiding the small orb closer to the direction she judged the door to be. It blinked out. No simple fade, her orb simply disappeared into darkness. This was casting Mages would easily perfect in their first year at Hex. She gasped a short “Huh?” Into the darkness. Too afraid to care about making a fool of herself if this did prove to be a joke, she lunged frantically for the light switch and door, arms outstretched to feel her way like Blindman's Buff. Just as her fingertips found the frame of the light switch, and before she could press down, an ice-cold hand reached from the darkness and secured itself over her mouth and nose. Charlemagne screamed a muffled, desperate scream. Nobody heard her. 23:31:36 Lara was rebelling against the strict ruling of Hex for the umpteenth time during her few, short days at the Institute. Already she had found herself a group of friends, or rather, various sidekicks to surround her in adoration and idolisation. Her Ether Gifts aside, the girl was a natural born leader. Her personality contained the wit and cleverness, not to mention the self-absorbed self worship, that only a Queen Bee could possibly posses. Just past midnight on a weeknight, and the girls in Magus Fourth Year, Dormitory A were having what one could only describe as a slumber party. Led astray by Lara, no less. All of the girls were crowded onto Lara's bed. “And then,” continued the girl, “They saw that Were." The word was said with contempt that made their distaste for the race evident. On that note, not all the girls were on Lara's bed. The Were they shared with had been notably excluded in this Dormitory and lay on her side, in her own bed, either asleep or silently hating their elitism. “With Braxton Kennedy wearing only his T-shirt.” Her audience gasped and giggled, and began making comments about 'Loose Leila' and Bitches in Heat. “Back in a sec'.” she whispered, limber as she climbed from the bed and went swiftly on her toes for the door. Lara was clad in short pink pyjama shorts with a matching, midriff bearing camisole. Brunette locks hung freely to her waist, waving as she darted on tiptoe for the girls bathroom. With a yelp, she collided into what felt like a wall of granite. In the darkness it was impossible to see whom it was that she bumped into, but being that it could only be another student, and likely a boy by the size of him she spat “Watch where you're going.” Flicking her hair in an ineffective dark huff, she continued on her way whilst rolling her eyes at the stupidity of spatially unaware people. Her hand pressed to the door and felt for the handle which was notably wet, “Ew. People need to learn to dry their hands...” The French girl opened the door with a creak, and flipped the switch to light the room in the same instant that her bare foot, collided with a stray Cherry Kisses lip balm. The small cylindrical object bruised the arch of her foot and caused the Siren to fall to her rear, right beside the body of Charlemagne Quin. Her eyes went wide as she locked eyes with the lifeless blue of the older girl. With her head turned just so, she was staring straight at Lara. The Siren heard a scream, a shattering, agonised, high-pitched scream and realised delayed moments after that the scream had come from her own lips. Clumsily staggering to her feet she backed up, to leave the body, but hadn't the bravery to immerse herself in the dark hallway again. Instead she stared with pure shock at the girl she'd seen hours ago in the common room, and screamed her throat raw, likely waking the entire Magus House. Charlemagne's chest had been carved into, and the sink of her clothing and scarlet stains hinted at the removal of her heart or another organ in the cavity. Blue lips were pressed together, a trickle of sickly scarlet leaving one corner and giving in to gravity. One of her arms lay at an old angle from her body and blood seeped from the flesh where the broken bones had pierced her flesh so violently that a pink-stained bone stuck visibly from the body. Lara couldn't stop screaming. 23:42:59 [Brax] Irresponsibility and stupidity came honestly to mind when he wondered with his sixth yawn, why he was awake after midnight on a school night. One to break the rules, but not when he was often awake before five, and spent his day doing as much athletics as his study schedule could possibly allow. The guy needed his sleep. What he also needed was to finish his thousand word essay on the reprimands of falling asleep during class. Losing sleep to write an essay on why he shouldn't sleep in class, go figure. It didn't help that a girl had been plaguing his thoughts, interrupting him with each nonsensical sentence he somehow managed to scribble on the paper. One of the guys was snoring, the rest were asleep and had either ignored or not been disturbed with his cell's light that he used to keep his page readable. Cell phones were strictly against the rules, but for the right amount of money, you could purchase an iPhone from the 'Black Market' of Hex. Out in the country they'd never receive more than one bar of signal, but it was handy to collect girls numbers for when he or they returned home for the summer, pictures, notes, timetable, games and usb for her certain... important, images of his. What? Every guy had one. Relatively good torch too, as it happened. He lept from the chair with instinct, and assumed a defensive stance at the first sound of screams. The other guys were roused from their sleep, one of them grumbling at Brax “Tell your girl to bite the pillow, fuck.” But it became clear to them all that the sound wasn't coming from their room, they were not screams of pleasure and they were not stopping any time soon. Brax sighed and took his shirtless self to the door and opened it. “Not another Assembly screamer.” It had been days since the vivid horrid show held annually at the Commencement Assembly. He'd hoped the grunts would be done with the nightmares by now. Some guys called from their dorms “Shut the fuck up! Trying to sleep! Assembly screamers grow some balls.” Others, poked their heads out from their dorms and were talking. Lights were flicked on a few wandered in the direction of the screaming, to the door that lead the boys dorms to the common room, and into the joining girls dorms from there. By now other girls were screaming, and Brax knew something serious had happened. In the girls dormitory hallway there were confused, frightened girls in pyjamas everywhere. Their frantic coordinator was pulling Lara Locke from the bathroom and the girl was hysterical. A girl fight? Had she hurt herself? There was blood on her hand. The Professor who looked almost comical in her nightgown and slippers were it not for the screaming had shut the door securely once she and Lara were out of it. “Girls and boys! Report to the common room immediately! Kennedy.” her eyes passed over the Sixth Form who was the eldest in her line of vision “Roll call. Make sure everyone is accounted for, I will be with you all in a moment. No one is to leave the common room and no one is to enter the girls bathroom.” With that, she returned to her room quickly to report to the Headmaster and sound the alarm. Brax nodded, and watched as the girls, some of which were crying even though they had no idea what had happened heading into the common room. Brax waited, expecting Lara to linger afraid and alone. The Shifter advanced on the girl, concern in his molten amber eyes. "Locke. Come with me, I'll make sure you're safe." He offered his hand in what was a rare act of kindness in Brax. 23:55:24 Jesline couldn't succumb to her exhaustion. The lamp above her bed was dimmed so the others wouldn't be disturbed, but it was enough light to see clearly. Sitting atop her bed, legs folded like a pretzel, Jes tried to conjure up a happy memory of home, but for some reason she couldn't manage. For some unapparent reason, a shudder racked her lithe body, causing goose bumps to erect. Coincidentally, the Headmaster's voice rang through the intercom, urgency in his tone. Since she was new to this, the female was frozen to her bed, but the others immediately sprang to action. One of her roommates cast her a frantic look before she scrambled out of the room in attempt to catch up with the others. Taking that as her cue, Jes slides out of bed, slightly aware that she's going to be entering the assembly dressed in little more than a tight sling-shot, and boy shorts. Once all the females in the dorm were gathered in the common room, the house leader took roll. With her arms coiled around her chest, the female in wait of the news. By the looks of it, everyone appeared distraught; everyone, that is, excepts Jesline. A pang of guiltiness blossomed in her mind for her lack of care, but what could she do about that. As her blue hues darted about, they landed on a female and male, Brax and Lara. The pretty gal appeared to be traumatised and the male sympathetic. Now Jes was a tad worried. What had happened? Jesus, it's one of my first nights here and trouble has already been stirred, she thought to herself. 00:03:12 Lara couldn't scream any more. Her throat was raw and there was a false, metallic taste in her mouth. All she could think about the blood. Her plush lips parted, whispering brokenly to herself “So much blood.” Red rimmed eyes saw none of the commotion around her. She barely felt the hands of their Coordinator as she was pulled from the bathroom and the door shutting the violence behind it. Some girls with rooms closer than the Professor's had made it to the bathroom before it had been shut and saw what Lara had seen. Some recounted, stammering tear-filled descriptions to their closest friends, and all of them were more than okay with getting as far as possible from the bathroom as possible, congregating in the common room where the boys were slowly joining them after all the commotion. Confusion and horror was widespread and though few knew the details, everyone knew that another student, or students had died. Vaguely, she became aware of being the only one left in the Hall until Braxton descended on her. “I bumped into him.” she said, only realising once the words had left throat. Wild eyed, she spoke feverishly “In the hallway I bumped into someone. A..a boy... and boys shouldn't be in this dorm there wasn- … I didn't realise.. He could have... the, handle was wet.” Her dainty fist rose and opened, palm up, her flesh stained with Charlemagne's blood. It wasn’t like Lara to lose control like this. She never made a scene, never cried in public and had never, ever had a screaming fit. She had never needed someone to feel safe. Doe eyed she nodded, placed her non-bloodied hand as his and allowed him to lead her to the others. Luthor's voice came clear and calm through a spellbound intercom that was heard all over the grounds. “Good Evening students. As some of you are already aware, a terrible accident has occurred... one of our students has committed suicide. I request that every student report immediately to the Great Hall. Wandering the Halls or remaining in the dormitories will result in serious demerits.” Lara's went from shocked to enraged. She had seen it. That was no suicide. 00:19:08 [Brax] His eyes narrowed at her broken explanation, wrath drawing a growl low in his throat that he kept within him. In times of crisis maturity replaced his jovial manner, and he wanted anything but to scare her. “You're safe now” he repeated, leading her again to the common room where he began a roll call as best he could. Far too self-centred to remember the names of everyone, especially not the grunts he simply called each dorm room and waited for four 'heres' before moving to the next room. There was a silence when it came to Leila's room Fifth Year, Dorm C. He searched his mind for a face, a name, an encounter but in the confusion of the night he couldn't place which girl was missing. Sharlie was a girl he'd actually known, and been interested in last semester but again, with everyone frantic it didn't come to his attention. The interruption from Luthor brought his molten gaze once more to Lara, noticing her stiffening and the change in her expression. The students were being ushered through the passage from Magus to the outer halls, and when Brax and Lara followed they saw herds of students heading down the grand staircases of Hex and twisted halls. All of them had the look of unkempt, just waking. Every house, every race. Most of them were just confused and tired, others were scared or asked with dark excitement, who? What house? A boy? Was it that August girl who cried today? Brax kept his vice grip on Lara's hand and kept her by his side as they headed downstairs. Jesline was fairly near to them, but not being a girl he knew, he barely glanced her way for the moment. [ IN PROGRESS ] |
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Post by Mila on Nov 19, 2012 16:34:53 GMT -5
04:57:30 [Violette] Shadows, blood everywhere, the loss of a beating hearts... Shooting upwards a gasp leaving her lips, pixie eyes widening the femme fae lifted a hand wiping at the sweat upon her brow. There was no ruckus when she's awoken -- it's was the third eye of the seer which had awoken her -- slipping to the edge of the bed her bare feet pressing to the cool floor she shuddered. Heart lurching as the words from the intercom hit her ears she groaned, she knew something had happened -- what exactly it was she had no idea -- what she saw was no suicide, that was for sure. Tonguing the inside of her cheek Violette slipped from her bed, tugging on pants she looked around at the others of her Dorm as they shuffled about in a panicked state. Most would find it creepily odd that Violette was calm and collected, pulling her hair up into a messy bun she began the adventure towards the Grand Hall. Bare feet pitter pattering upon the cool ground below she was clad in nothing more than a black spaghetti strapped tank, a black and gray large loose fitting knitted sweater, and a pair of black jeans she'd tugged from her bag. Loose strands of blonde and chocolate hair falling into her face she shuffled at a slow pace -- turning a corner she sighed. Violette just wanted to go back to sleep, pity for the dead girl was there, it was miniscule but it was there -- mind trailing she walked.
05:26:11 [Hunter] Ӂ It wasn't from sleep that Hunter was interrupted when the Headmaster's voice sounded through the night. He bent over the basin in the Crux bathroom, splashing water in his hands and taking a drink from his palmed cup and kept his level gaze on his own reflection. There was not even an indescript flinch when he heard the student's demise. The Pureblood finished drinking and made his way slowly and casually to the door, in a style so ordinary it was almost vile. Like a beacon in darkness, he wasn't dressed in the tale telling sleepwear of his fellow pupils, but still wore the dark pants of their uniform. All around him there were Ether-touched individuals shivering in the cold of an English night, even shirtless there was no chill plaguing his comfort. Black ink stained his back, the tattoos presenting themselves in symbols of the darkest Ether, inscriptions in the old tongue. A passage down his side, and the Cross family crest on his chest. Beneath it, in the old tongue it proclaimed 'Pureblood'. They came to him. His cousins flanked his sides and there wasn't so much as a glance of greeting between them as they followed the throng of students who had tumbled straight from their beds into the cold halls. Few of them were dressed so it wasn't hard to find his eyes cast on one of the few who was. His level gaze continued their visual assault on her person, following the Fae in the crowd as much as his steps did. Hunter was darkness. From his hair, to the burnished tan of his flesh to the inscriptions staining the surface – Hunter was darkness. The three of them were tall, wide in the shoulder and narrow at the hip. An imposing trinity of Mages, Pureblooded and silent as they stood like unmoving stone in the Main Hall that was littered by sobbing fools and raving women. Hunter did not avert his eyes, and wouldn't if she were to turn and meet him dead in the eye. Time would tell. Ӂ
05:49:36 [Violette] Tongue probing at her cheek Violette took in a breath as she froze suddenly, there is was again, that feeling of being watched. Ticking her head to one side she pivoted one foot, eyes flickering she came face to face with Hunter and his cousins her pixie-ish eyes widening. Plush lips parting with a small gasp she crushed her lashes in a blink not once but twice "Uhh..." violet hues swirling with vivid flecks of silver. Shrugging that tugging feeling away she pressed her lips together for a moment, lifting a hand she rubbed her neck "So this isn't the first time I've came into contact with you, staring at me..." such a brave little fae -- it was a rarity when she feared anything though. Clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth her eyes didn't leave the others face -- which was odd seeing as he was shirtless "Are you another person I have pissed off unintentionally, or...?" her Russian accent rolled off her plush lips much like a venomous honey. Lifting her eyes she scanned the others facial features as if trying to get answers from that alone, arms crossing over her chest she waited for some sort of answer.
06:12:34 [Hunter] Ӂ Hunter fought the urge to smirk at the blatant charge. Watch her he may, but the audacity of the Fae to accuse him of doing so spoke of more courage than he expected she had. He wasn't breathing down her back but he was close enough, his cousins to be given a little more credit than mindless drones – follow him they may, but their eyes were their own. Their attention was drawn to the dramatics of the pledged suicide. She was allowed leave to complete her diatribe, her venom inspiring no embarrassment nor apologies from the Pureblood who could be commended from refraining his desire to censure the girl. Inclining his head once her accusatory questions had come to their eventual end, he silently put the question to her; Are you finished? Provided that she managed to keep her distracting lips closed for the moment, he allowed leave for a lengthy pause. “Do you always introduce yourself this way?” His voice sounded with a masculine timbre, his volume low enough to exclude the hearing of anyone outside of their conversation. Hunter seemed a calculating presence, one that was well aware of the intimidation his silence and intensity could spawn. No comments were offered from his cousins, both had retreated at least a few steps and understood that they were not invited to his tete-a-tete with Violette. Powerful arms that had crossed over his broad chest shifted minutely, the rough pad of his thumb grazing his lower lip thoughtfully. If the Fae was expecting any answers from Hunter she would find herself sorely wanting. Two words were never offered when one would suit. Ӂ
06:24:24 [Violette] Sucking a breath into her lungs she pursed her lips, a smirk of her own graced delicate features "I was never taught proper introduction etiquette apparently..." Her words were not spoken in a harsh manner, it was more of a fact she'd spoken to herself than anything. Shaking the thought from her head she sighed "Pardon me, Violette..."' she nodded her head -- pressing her lips together she frowned "I prefer Vi though..." Violette sounded so proper, so uppity and pompous, then again some people prefer such things here, apparently. Thin eyebrows arching upwards she let an almost delicate smile cascading over her lips "...and you are?" Violet eyes flickering brightly she moved back a little her shoulders pressing into a nearby wall "Sorry if I jumped your shit, I've just been getting it left and right since I came here..." It was true, almost everyone knew the rumor which had been spread about her, as true as it may be, she didn't appreciate people pointing fingers at her calling her a murderer.
06:35:10 Lara 's shock was suppressed by her fury. She had seen in plain sight a girl who could not possibly have inflicted so much damage on her own person. It was impossible to inflict that kind of brutality without losing consciousness prior to finishing the task. On her way to the bathroom she had bumped into a person too large to be a minor girl. It was a man. Lara was more than certain. At the time she'd been so distracted that it hadn't occurred to her to wonder why a male was roaming the hallways the lead through the girls dormitories and bathroom. Now, it turned her stomach sick to think that she had touched him. Her heart-shaped face grew pale at the thought of what may have happened to her, had he thought other than to simply let her pass. Charlemagne's death was no suicide. The Headmaster and her coordinator were well aware of this, and the concealment, especially in advertising that the girl had chosen to die, was a disgusting insult on the dead. Red-rimmed, but no-longer doe eyed orbs peered over the Hall. Gone was the obedient order of the Commencement Assembly. Everyone stood about in their pyjamas, there were kids perched on the tables talking in animated wonder over what had happened and to whom. Most of the Professors had darted into a sidelong room and shut the doors firmly behind them, engaging in a discussion prior to addressing the students. In her fury, Lara had lost sight of Brax and her friends, disengaged herself entirely from the Magus group and waded into the shallows of students. A small section of was inwardly broken at the thought of her screaming fit. The fact that she broke.. in front of most of the House, seemed like a violation at her own hands. Lara wanted to be alone and surrounded by the safety of people all at once. She wanted people that hadn't seen. People she knew. Dainty bare feet carried her mindlessly around, fingertips tugging at the midriff bearing pink camisole and shorts. Her brunette locks hung in a perfect wave to her waist that seemed unfitting in comparison to her inward disarray. Once Lara caught sight of Violette, she found herself walking in a direct line for the girl without knowing why. She'd met the girl, spoken to her and seen her a number of times given that the two were both new and sharing a number of classes. Only once she had arrived did she realise she was interrupting a talk with a Senior she'd seen a few times. Lara caught them just as Vi was stating she preferred Vi without the olette. Her teeth sunk into her cupid bow lower lip, and she uttered an uncustomary, awkward “Hey Vi...”
06:54:22 [Hunter] Ӂ His visage warranted no telling expressions and he didn't tear from his stoicism once, even in the face of a new arrival. Lara Locke was given another of his calculated dark looks, one that snaked down her form only to resume it's rest at her facial countenance. “Violette,” he began, her full name dancing on his tongue seemingly intent to ignore her preference and act on his own. He preferred Violette, and not to vie, nor contend for another's attention.“Hunter Cross,” was as far as his introduction went, granted to both of the new students “I prefer Hunter.” A name that could be commended for it's accuracy and one that was spoken with an underlying message that seemed almost a warning for the duo. Ӂ
07:08:25 [Violette] Eyes flickering as her name was uttered from Hunter's lips she let her lashes crush together her eyes darted towards Lara. Swallowing a lump in her throat she nodded "Hello Lara..." a small smile graced porcelain features. "You okay...?" whispering the words Violette looked back towards Hunter "Nice to meet you Hunter..." Eyes darting towards Lara she could tell the girl was rather distraught, licking her lips she looked into Hunter's eyes for a long moment her fingers flexing into her palms. She didn't much know what to say to the other, he seemed rather cold and calculated -- but she wasn't going to pass judgment just yet, she didn't know him well enough. Moving closer to Lara she rested a hand upon the girls shoulder, it was a comforting gesture to say the least -- at least she was trying? "What's going on Lara...?' her words low, her eyes darting back towards Hunter, a thin eyebrow quirking she canted her head slowly.
07:30:47 Lara seemed, even in her own misidentify to notice the peculiar reaction Hunter drew from Violette. Siren's were often skilled at reading others for their Ether revolved around reaction, expression and sense. One did not simply study perceptions so, and not themselves making use of such findings in their day to day life. “I'm... oui, fine.” The accent in her melodic voice had grown more prominent with her lack of concentration, but she forced her full lips into the most pitiful excuse of a half-smile that she could manage, and nodded some to Hunter. He hadn't asked of her name but then, she figured it would be rude to pass on her own once he had offered his. “Lara.... I.” Deciding against her initial instinct to go without sharing her encounter with death, she decided Violette and any other could hear her side of the story, with the notable absence of her fit. “I found her.. A fifth year. She was.. she was in the bathroom and she..” Violette's hand was comforting, enough to make her continue, “There was so much blood and.” Suddenly her tone took to a change, from low and frightened whispered to feverish and earnest “They're lying you know. It wasn't suicide! It was murder, brutal, obvious murder and I saw him.” Her gaze shot from Violette to Hunter and back again. “I saw him I swear it, in the darkness.” The unlit hallway gave her no light to see the man but she had felt him, had felt the blood he left on the door handle when he left. “How could they tell everyone she did it to herself?”
07:47:02 [Hunter] Ӂ Research was of equal importance as study of theorem and practical demonstration. Research of his peers was coincidently of equal importance to that of his Ether. Hunter was educated of their names prior to this meeting, prior even to their arrival on campus. There were always snivelling creatures whom could be coerced with influence and prize, there were always secrets kept within places that were penetrable. He made it a personal duty of his own, one that served in the Cross name to know exactly what the future Ether generation was about. Their names, their bloodline heritage, race and stories could all be found in the right places. <i> “Pleasure,” the word never sounded so dissatisfying, as it did when spoken from Hunter's unsmiling lips. Arms keeping to their crossed position over his broad, bare chest which was riddled with the ink of dark Ether and inscriptions in the old tongue, he allowed them to coddle one another. Observation was the key. Looking closer, it could be noted that his dark eyes lingered on the form of one, Lara Locke staring intently as she began to retell of her experience. His eyes narrowed, perhaps in pity for the brutality she'd seen and the fear she'd endured. Once again he snaked a look over her form in its entirety and committed her to memory. Ӂ
07:50:28 [Violette] Listening to the rantings of the upset girl her eyes widened, tonguing the inside of her cheek she nodded her head -- she knew exactly what Lara was talking about... "Of course it wasn't a suicide, he cut out her heart -- casting was used to remove her heart..." Her voice was ethereal at that moment, her eyes lightening in color as her mind trailed back to her vision -- her eyes capturing the silhouette of the man whom had massacred the teen girl. Sucking a sharp breath into her lungs as her body trembled "Nnn..." eyebrows knitting she shook her head "He was strong, amazingly so that be broke her arm..." Touching her own right arm as if she felt it, clenching her teeth she hissed out that breath which began to burn her lungs -- chest heaving she sighed... "She didn't have time to scream, his hand..." Looking towards Lara with those distant lavender eyes she sighed "Smothered her, so no one would hear her..." nodding her head she looked away as the visions faded "I saw him too, no distinct features, but his silhouette was there..." Nodding her head lazily she looked towards Lara with now violet hues "Not something one wants to see while trying to go to the restroom..." Looking to Hunter she quirked an eyebrow, slipping a hand up and down Lara's arm as if to comfort her she fell silent -- in thought.
08:17:12 Xarissa Whoever said sleep was for the weak, was not an insomniac. Whoever also said sleep was for the weak, sure as hell was a nerd who sat in their basement with video games, day in and day out. There had been no startling jump when the announcement system had called to sleepy bodies, for, she was unfortunately, already awake. Of course, she didn't help her case, by lounging with a book. An intriguing story was enough to keep just about anyone up for nights on end. Very calmly, she'd closed her book, stretching out a pale arm to set it on the nightstand, before slipping herself from between comforting sheets, to raise on her feet. Xarissa, well, she might have taken her time. It was more precious to her, to finish that section of her book, then it was to go and hear whatever had to be said. Covering up the nightgown she wore with a slim nightgown, nimble fingers tied it off, and away she went. Without the moaning, groaning, and grumbling of a body that wanted to sleep, Xarissa ghosted her way there, slowing only for a yawn that crept up on her. She might have been able to drift off into sleep, should she have been left there, no? Perhaps. Maybe it was just a breath away, dropping her book and passing out for a few hours before she needed to get up and cover up the dark circles beneath her eyes, and bring back that 'beauty sleep 'glow. Without much interest in what was to potentially go on, Xarissa stepped into the hall, to settle herself in to potentially, maybe...catch a bit of shut eye amongst the noise.
08:28:28 Lara 's full lips came ajar, shock registering upon her delicate features as Violette eerily began to recount what only she and a few other Magus girls had seen. She knew this one no game, for sharing so many classes with Violette made her fully aware that the Fae was also Gifted with the abilities of a Seer. One whom had witnessed what happened to Charlemagne as vividly as she had. More so, even. A broken, mewled gasp left her once it was revealed that the man had not used a knife to inflict the neat wounds. Casting.. He was a caster. Jade eyes glanced with horror from Violette to Hunter “An Ether did this? One of our own?” It was enough to assume that the act had been committed by The Eye of God, a well known untouched group that's sole purpose was to rid the world of 'demonic' and 'ungodly' Ether-touched but to place the blame on one of their own meant the murderer was still among them. It couldn't even be blamed on racial segregation because Charlemagne was a Mage, and to have casted against her so powerfully.. The murderer must have been Mage or Fae. For a moment, her mind took to suspecting Violette was more than a Gifted seer, but she shook the thought instantly. Lara would liked to have congratulated her ability to trust in the girl who had just comforted her, but with so little of a relationship between them the Siren had only cleared Vi instantaneously because the person in the hallway had been too big. Far too big. Petite herself, she was taller than the Fae... the man she'd collided with was tall and large, her head had hit a chest of granite she was sure. “How could he? Why?” What could one Mage have possibly done to another to warrant such brutality? Her words were ceased by the late arrival of the teachers, most of whom had been secluded to the sanctuary of the nearest room to talk about the best way to hush the disarray. Even the din of the students was so frantic this night that they didn't immediately quieten for Luthor. A man who was fearsome in manner, power, and appearance he raised one had and demanded “Silence, students. As I notified you, a great loss has occurred on this night. One of our students committed an unseemly sin, against themselves and the Ether they were not worthy of being granted.” Lara practically choked in rage as he continued, “I regret to inform you all that Charlemagne Quinn of Magus House is no longer with us.” This caused an uproar of gasps and whispered, a few uttered cries from her friends or those who sought attention by claiming to be a friend now that she was gone. None would be more horrified than Derek of Crux who had been kissing the girl pronounced dead only hours before. “She was an adept Fifth Year and it is unfortunate that she could not find enough worth in herself to brave this world. If any of you befall the same uncertainty that Miss Quinn was plagued with, I ask that you seek out Professor Dryke who has kindly offered her counsel to anyone who suffers of the same.. weakness or is left in need.. of counsel, in relation to this ordeal.” Well that, was disgusting. “A memorial will be held at the Lake tomorrow after class. You are all granted a leave of classes until after the Midday meal to gather yourself and rest after the interrupted night.” Surveying his students from the Dais he added, “No students are to return to Magus House this night. You are all to find a peer of another House and same gender to house you for the night.” This broke the secretive tradition of the locations of each entry, but he was no fool that was unaware they shared such secrets amongst 'friends'. Stupid children. “This is to allow us to tend to Charlemagne and remove her personal belongings from her dormitory.” Of course he did not add that they needed time to gather and search for evidence, time to stain the scarlet from the floors, time to remove the lifeless body and time to think of how they would explain this 'suicide' to her parents. Luthor inhumanly swore inwardly, and wished that the Eye had at least picked one of the many orphans among them. At least orphans wouldn't have caring parents who might actually notice their disappearance. “It is of utmost importance that you all behave obediently and respectfully in memory Miss Quinn. Good Evening students, report immediately to Crux, Arcadia and Tritus. “ He stepped from the dais in the same instance that the Hall grew loud with students voices, most whom were disgracefully gleeful and excited that they would be given the first ever Hex sleepover with their friends. Coordinators were of course on hand to ensure that no boys entered girl dormitories and vice versa.
09:02:22 [Violette] Rolling her eyes at the ongoing lie which spewed from the headmasters lips she shook her head with a small sigh Violette rubbed the back of her neck. Something was off, she could feel it -- she could sense it and it was leaving her on edge. Fidgeting she waited until everyone had settled down, eyes landing upon Lara she quirked an eyebrow "Guess I can let you stay in my room..." nodding her head she looked back towards Hunter and shook her head -- standing there staring down Lara as he was. Messing with the necklace around her neck she looked around as people began to leave for their rooms. Taking in a breath her mind swirling with an array of thoughts she shook her head "Have a good night Hunter Cross..." oh yeah she went there -- she saw the previous look given when he demanded respect -- the words slipping off a serpent's tongue, holding a venomous yet alluring vibe to them. Slipping an arm around Lara's waist she tucked herself close to the girl as she began to walk assuming Lara would follow suit, she'd much rather get into his dorm and settle Lara in -- the girl was shaky still and needed some sleep.
09:11:16 Xan had sent all of the Magus students off to the Main Hall, and now he was investigating the girl's bathroom. He was in his werewolf form, his sense of smell far more acute this way. He was massive figure, shaggy and as dark as midnight. His eyes drew in the light as his nose moved amongst the surfaces. He avoided the pools and drops of Quinn's blood. A picture was forming as he took in the different scents. Aside from the dozens of decidedly feminine scents, not to mention the cleaners that were used in here, he could discern two very different scents. His nose drew in short breaths, notrils flaring. Masculine. Different. There had been two boys in here. He stalked back to his room where he dressed in a tee and a pair of athletic shorts. He headed barefoot for the Main Hall. He knew that there was no way he could pick out the two male scents from the bathroom with everyone packed in there, but he figured he might as well tell the headmaster about his discovery. He looked around at the Magus students as they moved to follow the Headmaster's orders, though he reached out to stop Lara on her way past. She'd been the one to discover Miss Quinn's body, "I need to speak with you for a moment. Wait here while I deliver my findings to the Headmaster." Then he'd turn and head toward Luthor. He'd speak for a few moments with the old man and then move back down toward Lara, eyes shifting to Violette, "Miss Croix, give us a moment, please."
09:16:28 Xarissa To be frank, Xarissa wasn't paying half a mind to the announcements. Big...deal? Why let the whole school know if she was enough of a chicken to go out on a limb and commit suicide? Most people did it over significant others, or some other silly reason, 'cause they couldn't make it through. So what makes her so special, 'cause she couldn't make it through? Batting long lashed eyes, she shifted, as so not to fall asleep right where she stood. What a miserable thing to get someone out of bed for, asleep, or not. Then there was something about finding someone else to room with. Oh, that'd go over well. So they were now being punished because some girl gave up? Even-tempered, this managed to miff her a little bit. Perhaps because she was, in fact, rather to herself. Pretty girl, who didn't give a damn about friends, sleepovers, manicures and boy gossips. How about grabbing a book and holing up somewhere, tuck herself away to read until all was in the clear and the blood was cleaned up, so to speak? With a >
09:16:31 Xarissa subtle roll of her eyes, she'd rub a cheek, feathering up to brush away what tiredness she felt, but couldn't remedy as she rolled on the ball of her heel, intent on getting out of there before the chatting started, and the flow of people adopting others began. It was rather hard to blend in though, wandering off on your own as a damn blonde. Blonde always stood out, always. Nose crinkled, as she glanced at the group that stopped, brow arching. Poor thing, had to go speak to an authority. Well, that was none of her concern, really. She might have hovered longer than she should have, looking over the trio. The two girls, and the man. Rattling her brain, Xarissa carried on. None of her business. This was all a bunch of nonsense, in her opinion.
09:35:36 Lara experienced a new feeling for one as lively, sociable and as self-absorbed as she. Speechlessness. Luthor literally took words from her dry mouth and ravaged all sense and thought from her mind. The man was a monster. Once he had finished his tirade, the vehement Siren finally found her tongue. “Ce salaud! Quel homme honteux, et de penser que le meurtrier est un lanceur de sorts! Lui! C'est lui! Monstre des fléaux de l'enfer! Je vais écrire à mes parents une fois, je refuse de participer à cette aire de jeux meurtriers plus lontemps!“ Her words were released in a breathy, melodic rage and was likely spoken too softly for anyone far to hear her. This was Europe, there was likely some students who understood. Her cheeks took to a flattering pink, complementing her rosebud lips in a way that was most at odds with her disgust. Not only was this place a poor, outdated version of her former Academy but the teachers were monstrous. They allowed the attendance of beasts! This thought was given as she shot an -
09:36:21 [Lara] - unfortunately nearby Xarissa what one might only name a 'death glare'. Shifters, too. The Professors were monstrosities, and they'd had the gall to place her in the House coordinated by a Were. One who was as much at fault in covering the murder at Luthor. A sullen pout at her lips, she barely noticed the departure of Hunter Cross, only coming to when the fae slipped an arm about her waist. "Merci Vi." She was all too glad to leave but, just her luck. Lara was intercepted by Professor Blaze, the one whom had pulled her from the bathroom and closed it as quickly as he'd managed to shut the truth from everyone's eyes. The siren did not mask her scowl, but nodded her assent and remained as requested. On his return, her arms crossed over her bust and those Jade eyes glared daringly into his eyes."Oui?" Her dainty, bare foot tapped her irritation.
09:43:46 [Violette] Taking in a deep breath her eyes landed on the Professor, nodding her head she looked towards Lara "Come to my room when you're done..." Shoulder's slumping she turned to walk off down the hallway, she'd turn a corner and venture off to her room. Not much else to be done, Violette wanted to sleep -- sucked for the murdered girl -- she had a eternal sleep now. Smirk dancing over smooth doll-like features her eyes widened -- too soon Violette, too soon -- Sighing lowly she shook her head, slipping through the common rooms she soon slipped into her bed after kicking off her pants and tugging off her sweater.
09:57:21 Xan could read her body language and could almost taste the disgust in her scent. His upper lip quivered in the reflexive snarl that her attitude always brought on. He waited until Violette stepped away before he began speaking to Lara, "Listen here, girl. I know Miss Quinn was murdered so just drop the attitude. I've seen enough dead bodies to know what's murder and what's suicide. Now if you trouble to use your brain, you'll realize that this isn't a damned cover up. It's for the students' peace of mind. You know what really happened, which is why I'm telling you this." He glanced at the students passing, "Now, are you going to start using your brain or do you need some prodding?" He waved his hand to forestall her respeonse, "What am I talking about? Teens hate using their brains. Okay, it goes like this. Say the Headmaster told the students the truth. What do you think they would assume? That it was random? Oh no. In this place, things get blown out of proportion far too fast. They would think someone is hunting them. Killing them one by one. Where does this train of thought lead? To mass panic. To chaos. This lie is all that is keeping this place going. If the truth were to be widely known this place would implode in fear."
09:59:31 Xarissa If it hadn't of been for the look she had been given, Xarissa probably would have carried on moving, but there was a most unkind glare. Hesitating in her steps, Xarissa arched one of those fine, blonde brows. If she had taken offence, nothing had been verbally spoken. No attitudy 'what,' no snarly snaps. At best, she looked confused. Then, came the soft, very British voice. Pleasant on the ears, certainly. "You shouldn't make that face, love. It'll get stuck like that, and what a shame it would be. A pretty girl with a forever bitter face." Just slap her in a plaid school uniform, and she could be like the girls out of the movies. Minus bouncing around on the bed flouncing her panties for the horndogs watching. And the tea parties. Xarissa only occasionally - every morning - indulged in a cup of tea. Wasn't she much too young for tea? You were never too young for such a drink. Coffee on the other hand...That's besides the point. She'd rather cider over it all. Sweet apple cider with just the right spices. Delish. Wandering thoughts, wandering thoughts. How wonderful are they? The distracted, unable to focus mind. Please, sleep, take her just long enough to refresh her mind. Although, didn't she do her best work when she was nearly nose to the desk and with an arm for a pillow? Uhm, well, ah...onwards march. Leave them to their conversion, she supposed.
10:19:01 Lara nodded a farewell to Violette, implying that Vi had bothered to explain how to locate the Arcadia dorms and which room was allocated to her and the girls she shared with. Hmph! Xarissa's comments drew evermore indignation, and she found herself inwardly reminding herself to make that Were's life in her dorm room all the more uncomfortable. Exclusion was one thing, but finding herself the joke amongst the other girls another. “Bitch.” The second meaning beneath the term, obviously an attack on her race. In the face of Xan, her head inclined rudely, expressing 'looking down one's nose at another' as best she could when she was all but a petite youth, and he a sizable grown man. “I did not imply you and the entire faculty were not aware, simply that you have all have hidden the truth. It is not enough that you have not warned the students to guard themselves against an imposter, but you have all besmirched the name of a dead girl.” Lara knew she was talking too big for her boots, and would ordinarily know better than to speak in such a fashion to a Professor. Particularly being a Siren she knew how best to manipulate other's expectations and present herself in the best possible light. As it happened, this was on a good day. A day without wandering through the dark and falling on the corpse of a girl whom she'd been living with the past few days. A day where she had not encountered the killer after the deed without realising until it was too late. A day when the men who were supposed to protect and educate, put them in danger and fed everyone with lies. Once he had finished his explanation, she shook her head. “It is a cover up! It isn't random!” New student she may be, but she'd recruited herself countless informers and friends, one's that had shared details of the two deaths in the previous semester. “Someone could be inviting the murderer to their dormitory in this very instant. Do you not think we ought to be warned? Shouldn't the students of Magus be interviewed? It was a man. I'm sure of it. He was big and I-.” The colour drained from her face. Lara took a step backward, suspicion clouding her enchanting eyes. Violette had claimed it was a caster, but she could be wrong, being a dominant Fae and only a fourth year she couldn't put all faith into Vi's dreams.
10:35:03 Xan - It took a great effort for him to restrain himself from slapping this insolent child across her face, and by the time she stepped back and looked at him suspiciously his teeth were nearly bared in rage. He closed the gap between them in one stride, leaning over her and forcing her to lose that air of looking down her nose at him, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at him. He was seething with frustration, "Listen to me you little shit. If I had killed the girl, there would have been nothing for you to trip over. Now. If the truth was spread amongst these students, the teachers would be drowning in suspicious reports. We would have no time to investigate the truth. Every student would be reporting the people they don't like for suspicious behavior. This crime would go unsolved. Now. You will stop spreading the truth. And you will tell anyone you have already told this story to to keep quiet about it while we investigate who did this. Am I understood?" His accent grew more pronounced as he got angrier. It was very british and fairly heavy.
10:51:50 Lara 's plush lips gave way to a nearly mewled yelp as he closed the distance between them, forcing her to tilt her head further to meet his eyes. The imagery that came with his first, spat comment turned her even paler and she found her stomach turning, her mind bringing forth the image of Charlemagne's body and what she would look like had she been mauled to death by a Were. Tears flooded to the chit's jade eyes, and she found herself near to her second public outburst within a few hours. Never had she embarrassed herself so. Rather than confirming her obedience, Lara burst into tears, sobbing audibly and in a particularly neat, adorable way. A siren wouldn't fall to the undoubtedly human mess of splotched face, running nose and caterwauling. Everything they did remained pleasing to perception, even when they were not using their Ether to manipulate another. Xan had been angered with her when she spoke back to him, he was enraged and losing his temper when she dared grow fearful and one can only imagine how flabbergasted the brash man may be when faced by a bawling teenager in pink pyjamas.
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11:07:33 Xan frowned as she prepared to cry, and he sighed, rolling his eyes heavenward as she began bawling her eyes out. He took a half step back, realizing that he'd frightened her into this little sobbing fit. He began swearing profusely, inwardly of course, and sighed outwardly. His anger faded and he placed his hand on her shoulder, a surprisingly gentle touch for such a large man, "I'm sorry, Miss Locke. It's alright. No one's going to harm you. You're staying with Violette Croix, correct?" Of course. The girl, before she'd left, had told Lara to join her in her room. So whether or not she responded, That comforting hand on her shoulder would turn her in the direction of the Arcadia dorms. His moved his hand to her far shoulder as he began guiding her toward the dorm where she was to finish sleeping tonight, trying to make his touch reassuring. He had no real knowledge of how to comfort students. He'd never had this happen to him, to be totally honest. Though he did realize that she would probably want to stop in a girl's bathroom so that she could wash up after her crying fit was over.
11:36:43 Lara couldn't keep the tears from streaming down her cheeks, and had she been paying the Hall any mind she'd have noticed that at this point most of the students had already heeded Luthor's 'immediately' warning, and headed excitably to enjoy their one-time-only bring a Magus to work day. Or bed, either way. She peered up, the color of her eyes seemed all the more vibrant when glistening with tears. By now she'd managed to curb her sobbing, taking to a sniffle and occasional tear as she nodded along with Xan's reassuring which, may have been the poor guy's best effort, but fell short of what a girl needed. Where was his motherly hug? His tea? Kittens? Pie? Pink dress? Anything would have been better than a giant werewolf who had just bitten her head off so to speak, giving her a shoulder pat. That said, it was effective enough. Lara's crying had finally come to an end and her dainty feet cooperated enough to resume her graceful, limber step in the direction that Xan was guiding her. “I don't want to be in Magus House ” she confided in her melodic voice, “I can't go back to that bathroom.. or even that hall it's.” She shook her head, eyes squeezing shut. Miss Locke was clever enough to know that Luthor would never permit such extravagance as a removal to another House. Even if he did, it would only result in all the Magus girls requesting much of the same. Whether or not they stopped at the nearest bathroom was in his hands. Lara had little idea of where she was going, for she'd only attended Hex a few days and it was hard enough to remember the way to her own dormitory and classes in the labyrinth of a campus, let alone other areas that she was not required to roam. “Did you.. find anything in there?” Her teeth came down upon her plush lower lip, and she wiped her cheek. “On my way to the bathroom, I definitely bumped into him. I was only a few steps away from the door when we.. And then, when I grabbed the door handle it was wet. I didn't even realise" She groaned in frustration. Why? Because she remembered why she hadn't paid any mind to the man who had no right to be in the female dorm hallway, remembered quite well that she and her friends had just been up late discussing the promiscuity of one, Leila Wickham. A were. Too busy thinking of insulting another girl that it could very well have been her last thought had the stranger deciding to try his hand at murdering another at the scene. Lara had even rudely told him to watch where he was going, and her attitude could have cost her, her life. Then there was the fact that had she not been distracted, she may have called him out on being in the hall loudly, drew attention and revealed his identity before he could escape, unknown. Justice for Charlemagne and the ability for herself and anyone who knew the truth to sleep easily.
11:53:25 Xan - She wouldn't know it, since she had been here all of four days, but he didn't have a mother. He didn't get any motherly hugs or tea when he was upset. He had no idea how to handle a sobbing teenage girl. He arched a brow as she asked if he found anything, then went on to describe her brief encounter with the murderer. When he stopped outside the nearest bathroom he would hesitantly give her a hug. Possibly fatherly, though it was more like brotherly. When he removed his arms from the girl he looked around and then back at her, "I'll tell you what I found, but you must promise me you won't repeat it to anyone. Not even the teachers. Understand?" Once she gave her assent he would fold his arms over his chest and looked down at her, "I scent two different males in that bathroom. Possibly they did it together, but it's more likely that she was in there making out with one and when he left that's when the murderer struck." It was one of the problems with any co-ed school. Horny teenagers all over each other. He was pretty intimidating to the boys because he'd give them a beating and call it detention, but the girls always liked to test him.
12:20:25 Lara wouldn't have credited a man, particularly a Were with a mother to his name to afford any form of womanly comfort. But then, that was something to appreciate about men. His hug caught her off guard, and she found herself somewhat dumbfounded by the unexpected sign of affection. Not to mention the inappropriate connotations. Though her mind was far too concerned with murder and the fact that she could be lying in a pool of blood, a rational Lara may have wondered just why a young teacher was hugging her. Scantily clad in her pyjamas of short pink shorts and a midriff bearing pink cami, it wouldn't be hard to imagine the kind of rumours that were spread did anyone see her in such a compromising position. It would be far less than anyone had seen between the Doctor and Leila, and Lara was one of her most avid gossip spreaders. Something like karma, wouldn't it be? As it happened, her mind was on more important things than rumour and whether or not a teacher was trying to find his way in her illegal pants. Instead, she took comfort in his hug and pressed her head to his chest for that brief moment. Lara had displayed a whirlwind of emotions that linked heavily with post-traumatic stress. Somehow hugging a teacher whom she'd just minutes before been accusing of being a murderer. Now, she was suddenly his most obedient of students. “I promise. I wont.” Her melodic voice spoke earnestly, truth in her very tone. Two different. “Violette.. witnessed some of the attack in her dream. She's a Seer.” In a school quite like this one, such knowledge would be taken into serious account. It was a little awkward talking about the possibility of a dead girl, making out and breaking the rules seriously minutes before her death. Even more awkward was that she was talking about this with a Professor. Her expression turned a little sheepish. He spoke the truth, and he was obviously young enough to know that most girls, herself included, had planned to bring a boy back somewhere or other during lights out. Awkwarddd. Bringing the subject back to the murdering male, rather than the illicit date, “Do you think he's in Magus?”
12:34:24 Xan nodded slightly as she admitted that Violette had seen part of the attack and then rolled his eyes at Lara's question about whether or not the killer was in Magus, "It's possible. But the whole secret entrance to the dorms thing is a fiction only Luthor entertains. Besides, you girls with your rampaging hormones enjoy testing my patience by bringing boys into the dorms. I've always been able to smell them, but any time I've confronted the girls as a group your lips are locked in syncronization. But enough. Come. I have things still to do tonight. Tell Violette of my gag order on the truth and that I'll be wanting to speak with her about her vision." He would motion to the bathroom door so that she could clean up and would take up station on one side of the door. He would be here should there be any trouble inside. He folded his arms over his chest and looked around the hallway. He hadn't been concerned about the fact that she was in skimpy pyjamas when he hugged her. Only that she had gone through a traumatic event and that she had been weeping. He didn't want her to feel like she was alone in this situation.
12:57:06 Lara couldn't keep the infectious grin from rising to her cupid-bow lips. Nor could she keep the giggle when he went from accusing all the girls for being rule-breaking harlots and then spoke about their 'rampaging hormones'. It was such an 'adult' way to refer to it. 'I am a new student, you can't possibly think I have done anything.' Yet. Whether or not the rumour that she'd given herself to the entire Shifter's Senior football team had reached his ears was beyond her, but there wasn't a single ounce of truth to be found in it. Not unless someone had invaded her thoughts and gained knowledge of her private consideration to have at one, Braxton Kennedy. “I'll tell her.” When confronted with a much needed bathroom, the smile drooped from her face. She took her sweet time about sidling up to the door and nudged it open. Can you...” this was ridiculous, “uh, just hold the door open. I just need to wash my face so, I only be a second.” Lara stood in the threshold of the swinging door and waited for his answer. Bathrooms at Hex were spacious affairs, one's that had room enough for wooden lockers, vanity and bathing (quite like HP) and a section for showers. The lighting wasn't the best in the old structure, and the last thing she wanted to do was close herself into a bathroom as eerie and dark as the one she'd visited earlier. Lara almost expected to see a body when she tentatively flicked the light-switch, but there was nothing there. She breathed an audible sigh of relief.
13:35:03 Xan snorted, "It's only a matter of time with you girls." He had heard the rumor, of course, but he doubted that was true. Even if her pyjamas had slut written all over it. He watched her slow approach to the door and he arched a brow at her nervousness, though he understood her fear of bathrooms, since she had found Miss Quinn in a bathroom. He simply nodded and would move a little closer to the door and, once she entered he would hold the door open about a foot wide while she went about washing her face. He didn't look in at her as she did, of course, but when he felt the pressure of the door's weight removed from his foot he'd push away from the wall and looked toward the emerging Lara and resumed escorting her toward Violette's room
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