Staccato

Friday, 12/20/2250 – by Nicole Adams. 

Adrian’s heart was still pounding, his sight dizzy, and he hardly knew how his legs hadn’t given out from under him. Maybe it was because the plan, the work, and the effort put into making sure everything went just right, had been worth it in the end. He’d sung, done his best to ignore the hundreds of eyes staring at him by focusing just on Rhea. He had shown more courage than he’d really thought he’d had as he pulled her into a dance. Now he had her by the hand, drawing her from the atrium and the crowd watching them go.

She had to have known, or at least suspected. He had seen the confusion and surprise in her eyes at the first note of the song, blaring above the noise of the crowd of students, the sharp blue fixing on him, her mind instantly working to identify him past the hair dye, the ornate mask, the colored contacts, and the dark clothes he’d donned. And, under suggestion from Aelita to make the ploy harder to see past in a second, he had changed the pitch of his voice to one deeper.

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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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But Can You Name The Face?

Friday, 12/20/2250 – By Rebecca Green

The whole school had prepared for this moment. Or rather, as always, a poor handful of prefects who had the responsibility of planning the whole charade dumped upon them. It had, however, turned out wonderful anyways. Each prefect had given their own expertise toward making the night a success and the entirety of the atrium had been transformed.

Couches and tables had been removed, with one single long table draped with a ruby red cloth against the back wall for refreshments. The wooden floor was sprinkled with millions upon millions of tiny pieces of glitter that the school would be finding more of for months to come. Magic, of course, vibrated in every corner. On the floor, where some of the glitter came to life and floated about in a short curtain of magnificence. Against the walls dozens of silk covered lanterns slowly moved about, giving a certain mystical ambiance to the room. The students had spent hours playing with their colors, the textures each light gave off, until it was perfect.

From the ceiling hung chandeliers, powered by magical energy, baskets of flowers and, while mistletoe had been duly forbidden, the kissing flower had still snuck its way in. Banners hung as well, welcoming students to the masquerade, along with one mandatory banner that dictated there be no inappropriate conduct, and that curfew was one in the morning.

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Reconciliation

Thursday 12/19/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Gwen knocked two times, her heart in her throat as she did so. In her hands she held a small felt bag, light blue with a flowered pattern on the front. She didn’t know what she was going to say when the door opened, but she also tried not to think too much on it, or she might not do it at all.

To say she felt bad was an understatement; Gwen knew that lashing out against her sister had been uncalled for and unfair. She couldn’t even explain herself, not really. There was no rational explanation other than that she had been upset and the only way she could express that was through anger, and Aelita had been the only one around she could be angry with. And her sister had paid the price for it.

She was tired of being angry. It had been lonely, she’d never had very many friends in the first place and the couple she had gained over the past few years at the academy hadn’t bothered to keep contact as she became bitter. Art hadn’t made her feel any better, it was too close to Dad, but Blackhall hadn’t let her burn those stupid pictures like she’d wanted to. Though, while she would never admit it, she was kind of relieved that she still had the book stuffed in the depths under her bed, despite its missing pages.

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Text: Morgelo to Xeremey

Wednesday, 12/18/2250

Morgelo Flurez 11:04 PM: Yo, sis, what’re you up to?
Xeremey Flurez 11:06 PM: Well I was thinking about sleeping, considering it’s 11. U?
Morgelo Flurez 11:07 PM: Nahh, you can’t sleep yet. Why don’t you come by and we can hang?
Xeremey Flurez 11:09 PM: Melo, u know we have a curfew. Besides, I’m tired from all my exams.
Morgelo Flurez 11:11 PM: Spoilsport. All right then, stay in your room and I’ll just be lonely.
Morgelo Flurez 11:12 PM: How’s the masquerade planning coming, do you know?
Xeremey Flurez 11:12 PM: Sorry.
Xeremey Flurez 11:17 PM: I don’t know, the prefects are handling it.
Morgelo Flurez 11:19 PM: Does my little sis have a date yet?
Xeremey Flurez 11:21 PM: Miska asked me.
Morgelo Flurez 11:22 PM: That hellhound you dated? Wasn’t he in the middle of the shit at Thanksgiving?
Morgelo Flurez 11:22  PM: I don’t like him. What’d you say?
Xeremey Flurez 11:25 PM: He’s really nice. But I told him no, it’d be too awkward.
Morgelo Flurez 11:26 PM: He’s a dick. I’m glad you turned him down.
Morgelo Flurez 11:26 PM: You should go with me 🙂
Xeremey Flurez 11:30 PM: I didn’t think you’d want to go to an Academy dance
Morgelo Flurez 11:31 PM: Of course I want to. Can’t let you go alone. What do you say?
Xeremey Flurez 11:35 PM: I’m not sure I even want to go. Dances are tacky.
Morgelo Flurez 11:37 PM: Gonna leave me hanging again? You’re not being very nice to me, Mey
Xeremey Flurez 11:40 PM: I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. I should go to bed.
Morgelo Flurez 11:42 PM: Hang on, I’m not done- I had another question to ask.
Morgelo Flurez 11:47 PM: Mey? C’mon, answer back, I want to talk to you still.
Morgelo Flurez 11:57 PM: Why are you ignoring me? Did I upset you? I didn’t mean to, I swear.
Morgelo Flurez 12:05 AM: Mey
Morgelo Flurez 12:06 AM: Mey
Morgelo Flurez 12:07 AM: Meyyyyyyyyyyyy
Xeremey Flurez 12:08 AM: What’s your question
Morgelo Flurez 12:10 AM: Oh, hey! So, what do you want for Christmas?
Xeremey Flurez 12:12 AM: Currently a nice long nap and passing grades
Morgelo Flurez 12:13 AM: I can’t help you with the grades, and you can sleep when you’ve answered! Name something else that you’ve been wanting for a long time- that I can get you.
Xeremey Flurez 12:17 AM: idk, a necklace or some candgles.
Morgelo Flurez 12:19 AM: A rabbit-shaped candle. So you can burn it.
Xeremey Flurez 12:21 AM: sounds good
Morgelo Flurez 12:22 AM: Okay, I’ll let you go now. Night, Mey. I love you.

 

Crash Course

Wed. 12/18/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Lunette teetered along, hardly able to see over the package she held gingerly in both arms. A two foot tall box, wrapped in a blanket. It held one of her more… sensitive experiments, and with winter break beginning the next day, she couldn’t risk leaving it in the potions lab. Instead, she’d bring it home with her and keep an eye on it there. Vann had given her a permission slip in case she were to be questioned, which she had been by a prefect just outside the Primary Building. They’d left her alone after she presented the slip, but she’d still gotten quite the look.

She dashed away soon enough, across the grounds. Quickly, as she couldn’t risk the experiment getting too cold- the reason for a blanket wrapped around its entirety. Her father would be there to pick her up in two hours and most of her stuff was packed – though Lunette had needed to forgo several of her heavier sweaters in favor of making room for this package.

Of course she would run into someone.

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Fish Out Of Water

Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Kayla Salmon

It had been almost three weeks since Thanksgiving break when all hell had broken loose in the basements and his class area had been almost torn to shreds, but everything was finally looking normal again. He’d managed to get new desks to replace the ones that had been broken beyond repair and he’d gotten out all of the hellfire scorch marks that a certain hellhound had left.

It was fourth period, one of his free periods on Mondays, and he was cleaning beakers and some of the pots and cauldrons that they used to brew the potions. It was like an odd collection of old and new technology in the room, but it couldn’t be argued that some potions didn’t brew properly unless they were brewed in a cauldron. He always had to set aside some time in this period to check on the equipment, as the class prior was for the first year students and they weren’t exactly the most responsible lot. The next class would be much more relaxing as it was his Research class, made up of students who wished to be in the class, rather than it being a requirement.

A knock sounded on the door and Marius looked up from the beaker, setting the glass down on the counter and moving to unlock the door. He didn’t have office hours and he usually kept the door locked so he could get some peace and quiet while he cleaned. However, it wasn’t a student on the other side of the door, but the school’s nurse.

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