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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on Jun 20, 2010 15:23:59 GMT 1
Zack had chosen the wrong time to push his luck. With the recent rumours of murder, which turned out to be fact, he probably should have known better then to make it oh so obvious that being Fey he was not under immediate suspicion while every single vampire in this dump was, regardless of there history and if they were violent or not. He just found it so funny, one drug addled teenager loses her life and the whole academy was in chaos. It seemed a good thing to have one less dealer on the streets and bringing stuff into the place. Zack never liked the girl anyway, she was far to cocky for his liking and if someone else didn’t bump her off he would have himself. Or, that was what he told the staff investigating the incident. Of course Zack didn’t kill her but he didn’t see the harm in being a bit awkward and teasing the vampires who were now locked up night and day.
Not waiting though to be caught and waste more hours helping a pointless investigation he was walking out towards the patio. He been questioned once and that was enough, by all rights he should be the type to murder, he fitted the profile but for once he was innocent. Despite Zack often liking to encourage the myth he was a total psychopath, he still had some grip on reality. “Not much longer..” he mumbled to himself thinking if he ever did get out of here he would be insane and dragged back to a full metal institution.
Dropping down onto the bench he sighed and moved to streatch out across the lengh of it. Arms folded across his chest and eyes focusing on the plants ahead of him.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Jun 27, 2010 9:23:59 GMT 1
As for knowing about the murder Illyria was totally clueless.. it wasn’t like she had even yet to attend a single class. Besides there was still plenty of notes/papers/threats from the facility staff pin onto the bulletin board hanging from her dorm room door. This was still technically her first week at this “campus” and besides it wasn’t like this place was Yale or Harvard or something. So far the only being Illyria had encountered was meek little Kimi in his kitty form… like that was going to put the fear of God in her. Having spent the past 4 academic years attending Julliard in New York she had become impervious to crime. Every day in the never ending bustling streets of the boroughs someone was violently slaughtered, mugged, raped or whatnot so as to feeling the growing tension that had begun to surround this quaint college tucked away in jolly ole fucking England it seemed nothing out of the ordinary.
There had been no real sun or even a not so cloudy unraining day since her arrival so the foggy night seemed perfect for her to go out wandering. iPod strapped to her arm, map in hand Illyria tossed a hand full of pounds into her pocket before venturing out into the ever dark night. At first finding her way around was really very easy but soon after having been jogging for nearly 45 mins straight everything seemed to blend into one another.
“Holy crap… I don’t understand any of these landmarks… I should have known better than to come out in the middle of the night.”
She muttered to herself, attempting to turn her map upside down to see if anything looked right.. which of course it soon didn’t. It seemed to take forever jogging around the campus to find a single sole out on a patio nearby. Jotting over to Zack the highly out of breath Illyria stopped a few feet away, gasping for breath, holding up the map in her hand so Zack would get the drift she was lost. Her free hand came up to point towards the map, poking it briefly before so rudely pointing towards Zack.
“Xcuse me… hey you there… boy.” She managed while she attempted to catch her breath, knees bending as she hunched forward slightly, head hanging down.
“Would you.. happen to know.. where.. there fuck am I?” She seemed to ask so politely and rudely at the exact same time. In the moonlight the odd looking bracelet, cuff thing Illyria wore twinkled in the stars themselves had wrapped themselves around her hand.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on Jun 30, 2010 8:59:04 GMT 1
Don’t you hate being woken up? Zack did, then he hated a lot of things. He hadn’t really been sleeping just resting his eyes and enjoying the peace away from the irritating presence of other people. He had been somewhat calm but Illyria voice was acting as a switch and as soon as she opened her mouth it turned on the erupting volcano inside him. Fair enough, she was new, she was stupid and didn’t know to just leave him the hell alone. Zack could forgive that, people only learned by what he taught them after all so he couldn’t totally hold it against her for disturbing him. Still, it didn’t mean he was going to actually bother to help her, she really was stupid if she was lost on this campus. Why reward stupidity? She find out after a bit more aimless wondering and if she happened to wonder into the path of a werewolf then so be it.
“Not a night person then?” Zack said casually, it would be hard to shake the idea that even with that comment there was some spite in his tone. “Guess we can’t all be...” he mused to himself mostly, currently doing anything to avoid answering her question. It would be easier to lie and get rid of her but Zack Fey side prevented it, but he could still obscure the truth and be damn right awkward. “But as for where you are, you are with me. I am sitting at the patio. The patio is out side the residence house, would you like me to continue?” Zack was fully prepared to go on until he reached England. Only then did he look up towards Illyria, other then the faintest of smirks, there was a blank expression to his face
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Jun 30, 2010 10:42:44 GMT 1
Illyria wasn’t totally unaware and a complete blithering idiot now and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to feel the change in Zack’s emotion. Feelings… any emotion rather… could have an effect on the gifted.. or shall we say the “ In tune” ones.. yea was a better catch phrase in her mind. Tilting her head to the side Illyria studied the boy for perhaps little less than one half of a split second, a brow moving to pause in mid what the fuck was this dude’s problem. Generally within the first 30 seconds of meeting someone her instincts had a rather ingenious toll on her opinion of those certain people.. and Zack’s first impression so far was quickly going down river with no hopes of Illyria ever trying to revive whatever glimpse of a friendship they could possible ever have.
Looking him over Illyria instantly decided Zack was simply upset because he’d lost a fight with some person wielding a bottle full of bleach. She nearly busted out laughing at the mere imagery alone but cut herself short.. after all it was her first few days here and she didn’t really want a rep as being the resident psycho. Fine she thought to herself it he wanted to be a jolly jackass on her watch she’d just dish it up right back at him. If it wanted to talk down to her that was just fine, two can play that game
A hand lifted to flip whatever loose strands of hair that fell across her face she righted her posture, swishing a hip out to the side “Well now mercy meh! I’ve dun and gots my poor little ole self lost worse than a roster lookin for a hen house. Goodness sake whatever will I do!!”
She fired off without missing a beat, free hand coming up to smack herself in the forehead as she gave off her best Redneck/Southern/Hillbille accent. Without hesitating Illyria began to walk towards Zack, map outstretched in her as if she was bringing it to him, her hips swinging so heavily she looked like some southern beauty queen.. or demented housewife for that matter
“I’m just downright tickled pink my parents dun sent me to this fancy like school so I can get me some book learnin and a real nice like ed-um-ma-cation. I jus can’t wait to learn me up some ‘rithmatic!’.”
Since Zack was in a full sitting up position by now Illyria didn’t ask if she could have a seat she just plopped herself down on the bench beside him. Holding up the layout of the grounds like it was some magical treasure map she pointed her finger to the map again.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on Jul 1, 2010 15:20:59 GMT 1
Moving his legs back as Illyria sat down, Zack just stared at her and her little act not quite sure how to react to it. A part of him thought it was hilarious but the other half wanted to slap her for being that damn sarcastic to him. He decided though that she was on the right side of sarcasm and he smiled faintly and just watched her carefully. “That voice isn’t doing you any favours, sweetie.” He said trailing off and decided to stretch back out along the bench and rested his legs across Illyria lap. Arms now folded across his chest as he hoped somewhat she just get bored and leave. But as normal he started something he had no will to finish, being hounded by staff would be better then this. This brought him to the question why this girl wasn’t being berated by staff and questioned endlessly.
“Your in a nut house. You don’t get taught here anything other then how to avoid people who want to ram a stake through your heart.” Zack stated bitterly. Not that he knew much about lessons at all as he hardly showed.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Jul 3, 2010 9:03:01 GMT 1
“Yea well I guess those acting classes aren’t paying off then huh…”
She stated with a shrug, concentrating on her handy dandy little map more than the bleached victim at her side. Like seriously wasn’t the French supposed to be the totally duckwads of Western Europe not the English? Weren’t they supposed to be half assed polite with their pip pip cheerio and shit? Well whoever this dude was wasn’t so jolly after all. When he put his legs and dirt ass shoes all up on her person it caused her back to suddenly straighten and the trustfund baby in her. Two of her fingers of her free hand reached out to pick up Zack legs between her fingers and drop his disgusting feet back down harshly onto the patio floor.
“Do I seriously look like some discount store couch sitting in some lower middle class home?” AS if..”
Illyria humped in revulsion shooting him a nasty ass look hoping he would just burst into flames and die right here, right now! This wasn’t exactly where she’d envisioned spending her summer… like her mother would seriously allow her to venture out into the Hamptons with almost every other socialite in the world would be playing right now. It really didn’t surprise her that she was shipped off to yet another nut house. Safer here than in the USA so dear ole mom’s bridge club wouldn’t catch wind of the youngest problem child of the family.
“Now exactly would someone want to shove a stake through my heart and ruin this lovey shirt I’m wearing?”
She spit out without skipping a beat
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on Jul 4, 2010 9:45:39 GMT 1
Blinking, hardly concerned Zack eyed Illyria. “Yeah.” he said blankly looking to Illyria like she was the stupidest person on earth and currently that was how he saw her. Did she expect any other words from him? Five seconds was all it took for Zack to make a impression on someone, sometimes less so Illyria should already know what sort of person he was. Besides it was only dirt wasn’t like it would kill her, dirt was just earth and dust but she was acting like he been trudging through dog shit. Her look just made her look even uglier but for once it was a thought he didn’t outwardly speak. He was on thin ice with Illyria it seemed not something that normally stopped him mouthing off.
Shrugging Zack casually lifted his legs back up across the bench, looking to that he was going to put his boots back across Illyria lap. But he didn’t and catching one boot on the other just knocked a dried lump of mud off the bottom (by accident of course) and onto her lap before bending his legs resting them free part of the bench in front of him. “Don’t know.. it is why most are here to avoid.” He said running a hand through his hair. He had a feeling that this girl was finding it funny, she stared at him a fair bit. It was his fey blood though, gave him freaky hair like it gave him freaky eye colour. “If you not here to avoid being killed then it as your a psycho.” He added looking up to her with a faint smile clearly thinking that she was here for the latter of the two reasons. It wouldn’t bother him as much if she just dropped the attitude, she was a pretty girl just far to bitchy for his liking.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Jul 7, 2010 10:35:26 GMT 1
“You know if I was sent here for being a psycho wouldn’t I be the exact wrong person for you to scrap the fucking mud off your boots onto. Does my lap looking like a door mat to you? Have the chemicals from whatever fight you lost with your stylist perpetually fried your brains? I’m not your mother fucking home boy, your god damn buddy or your freaking pal. You know you could a better stance on life and serve up a little grace and civility instead of being an outright dickwad!”
She didn’t really give a shit what Zack thought of her and he was so getting on whatever last nerve that kept her from turning him into some retched little frog. Illyria’s eyes nearly bugged right out of her head and she swept the dirt from her lap. Being a professional dancer and mainly a prima ballerina it was beyond her why someone would act in such a fashion. In her world everyone was a bitch with an eating disorder would forever had a stick up their butt, it just came with the terrority. Letting out a large humph with tossed her head to the side and bolted up into a standing position without giving Zack the common courtesy to say some jackass statement. Literally stomping off the patio he could die and go to hell for all she cared
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on Jul 7, 2010 16:46:27 GMT 1
It was hard to hide the amusement Zack felt seeing Illyria rant, nothing she said was anything he not heard before in one form or another. Her language was slightly more creative then the normal outright swearing but it was still the same old story. They get pissed and Zack didn’t give a damn. He just kept staring at her relatively plain faced with the faintest of smiles. “Sorry..” Zack he said hardly meaning it and just looked away to his boots, they weren’t even that dirty and she was acting like he did it to her deliberately, which he didn’t. Not totally anyway. Zack knew she was sitting close and that his boots were kind of muddy, and he wasn’t exactly being careful moving so maybe there was some intent there. But he still thought she was overreacting to a little bit of dirt, far to easy to wind up and just stormed off in a hissy fit.
At least he had the bench back to himself now so Zack stretched out across it again. Girls here were all crazy, she was there queen. He thought Shea was mental but that woman took the cake. “Don’t get lost now.” Zack called to her with a smile watching her walk off, tempted to follow just as he was bored and didn’t want to be called back into the academy to be questioned. If he did follow there was the very probably risk he lose some vital appendage, but boredom was a unfavourable prospect so he sat up. Waiting a moment before following her, for every few steps she took so did he.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Jul 11, 2010 9:06:16 GMT 1
Please like she was even going to reply to his comment, so being over him at this point. Eying her trusty little map as she walked along it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Zack and begun to follow her. So great.. he was going to stalk her now? Perfect she'd been here only a few short days and she'd already managed to make some poor guy nearly piss himself... Kimi's own fault for shifting in front of her without giving her some sort of clue.. well he really couldn't have at that point and time but still. But now of all things this total freak of nature was not only following her around but his retarded ass wouldn't even give her proper directions.
Within a few minutes of ignoring Zack while she rasped around campus she would eventual end up at the dining hall, hand reaching out to open the door before slipping inside. Still not bothering to pay attention to Zack she began looking about at the various stations to see what had been prepared for those who had missed the last meal. Thankfully enough she would find one section that offered a few Indian dishes and what nots. Grabbing a plate she help herself to something that looked like Lamb Rojan Josh, naan and some kheer. Juggling everything onto a tray she located something to drink before moving around the dining hall to find a empty table
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