Posts by Lupa

20 something year old. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I live in the Hell that is South Florida.

Ross Calls Jay

Saturday, 12/21/2250 – By Kayla Salmon. 

Ross 12:43 AM: JAY
Ross 12:46 AM: JAY ANSWER YOUR PHONE
Ross 12:47 AM: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY
Ross 12:48 AM: I WILL KEEP CALLING YOU UNTIL YOU ANSWER
Ross 12:50 AM: PROF VANDER IS MIA, PROBABLY DEAD, HER BROTHER IS APPARENTLY BEEN KILLED AND HER NEICE GOT ATTACKED, SHCOOLS IN LOCK DOWN
Ross 12:52 AM: ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE
Ross 12:55 AM: YOUR GRANDKIDS COULD BE DYING RIGYT NOW AND YOU WOULDN’T EVEN KNWO

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Bottoms Up, We’re Going Down

Friday, 12/20/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

Ayato was looking forward to the masquerade, mostly for the chance to get out and have fun with his girlfriend. Knowing that she wasn’t about to go the whole nine yards meant he didn’t have to either; a shower and a nicer set of clothes, dress pants with a button-down shirt and a pair of shoes that weren’t too shabby. He’d gotten a mask from the prefects who had been in charge of buying or making them. He’d arranged to meet Cleo in the Eagle’s House around seven, and he was there right on the dot, standing in their common room and waiting for her to appear.

Upstairs, however, everything was a mess. The girl’s dormitory at the Eagle House had been in an absolute uproar for the better part of the day and Cleo was forced to sit for nearly four hours as all of the madness swirled around her. Her sister and a few of their friends had insisted on doing some sort of spa prep thing in which they did facemasks and each others nails and then make up, as well as swapping jewelry and shoes and making sure dresses and masks were in order. It had been fun at first, but Cleo didn’t like being pampered and she didn’t like people picking and plucking at her in any sort of way, so it had gotten old fast. Her sister had barely been able to wrangle her to brush out and then use a curling iron on her hair. It looked great, but Dee had burnt her several times and after just a touch of makeup, Cleo made a break for it, grabbing her shoes in her hand and running for the stairs. Her mask sat on top of her head, its red and silver swirls matching the red of her dress and a silver necklace she’d donned.

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Ashes to Ashes

Sun. 12/15/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

 

The instrument felt like a feather. And she held it as such, gentle in her handling of the violin. Or rather, the pieces. The fingerboard had snapped, the scroll rested in her lap as she held the body, cracked from the fall. Gwen felt it over, feeling for each break and crack. Each one would do the same to her sister when she found out it had shattered.

Last night had been hectic. The concert had gone over well enough, that is until Aelita fell off the stage during her solo. She’d been dehydrated, exhausted and dazed according to the nurse. Overworked herself a bit too much between orchestra, their finals, and… well, Gwen herself. Gwen felt kind of horrible when she thought back on how she had treated her elder sister. Even still, she had trouble processing their father’s death- she found it difficult to breathe some nights when she cried, unsure of how she was going to handle Christmas break, when they usually would spend a couple days with their family. How was she going to handle going home for the summer, without her father there?

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Music Calms The Beast

Wednesday, 12/4/2250 – By Kayla Salmon

The thing about the Eagle House was that there was always something going on. And sometimes that was a good thing, but when you had a headache, it wasn’t always great. Noklie sat in the porch swing, his legs curled up to his chest and he tapped his fingers on his knees.

The headache was from the voices. Two voices, given what he was. In his normal form he had three heads and each of those heads had their own thoughts and desires, even personalities. When they were in human form the three of them were all smushed together and he, the middle and main head, was left listening to them.

We need to do something, one of the voices yelled. Sniff, smell, run, transform and run, everyone else does!

“Please, just shut up and leave me alone,” Noklie muttered, begging the voices to stop and be quiet.

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Bursts Of Energy

Wednesday, 12/4/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

It was already their fourth month of school, so the schedule was down pat and the second years were trudging up to the third floor, fresh from their herbology class as they always were every Monday and Wednesday. Luckily, Hakidonmuya was a strict and unforgiving instructor, so most of the second years were worn down, tired and ready for the school day to come to a close, even those who had one of their elective courses afterwards.

Of course that wasn’t the rule. Given they were twelve and thirteen year olds, there was usually more than enough energy to make his classes interesting, despite the fact that it was supposed to be a theoretical class, and not one with application.

Not that he carried through with that most of the time. It helped to try and teach the students some basic things so they could discover if they had an affinity for magic, and it also tended to keep the students more focused than when he simply lectured.

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Peek-A-Boo

Saturday, 11/30/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

He’d done and seen a lot of stupid and weird shit in his lifetime. He was a demon, and it was a long lifetime, and lots of people had filtered through it. His most insane claim to fame would forever be the time the first head of the Gardner family basically forced him to take him through Hell, and then went and fought off a fallen angel.

Since he’d come to the academy, Adrian Gardner’s little stunt was sounding less and less crazy. So far he’d been assaulted on two different occasions by one little angry woman, had erotic fanfiction written about him and two of the staff, and had to help one of the students who had been taped to the wall. Yes. Taped, to the wall. Not to mention the insanity that had happened a couple days before when Vander and Calver, both werewolves, as it turned out, and Reid Firewolf, one of his students, had all missed out on the lock up time for the full moon and had ended up attacking the people in the buildings they were in. Not only had he had to fend off two werewolves from the group of students before herding them into a classroom, but then he’d had to help keep Reid contained in a bathroom that one of the other students had trapped him inside of. At least it was only until morning.

But this, this took the fucking cake. Since the insanity of the werewolf escapades on Thanksgiving, most of the staff were returning as early as possible, and that included a specific Magic Professor he’d yet to have the pleasure of being introduced to.

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Moonlight Threat

Thursday, 11/28/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

The Headmaster, Rodney Murdoch, usually stayed on campus for some of the major family holidays, such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, and while most of the Murdoch family who was not in attendance at the Academy would come to see him during Winter Break, Thanksgiving was usually more up in the air. Will was very close with the older man and as such almost always stayed over the extended weekend while his cousins went home to see the rest of the family. Most of them lived in Chicago, but a few lived in the towns close by, or in the suburban areas outside of the city.

And Thanksgiving at the campus wasn’t such a bad thing. A decent amount of students stayed at the school during the extended weekend, not wanting to travel home, only to have to travel out again a few weeks later when the end of the semester came. And the dining hall always gave them a grand dinner, just as good as any home cooked meal, as always.

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