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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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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Mission Impossible: Part 2

Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Nicole Adams

Aelita was pumped. Her meeting with Vander had gone swimmingly and she could begin part two of her plan. Sitting on a bench in front of her electric piano, which she’d set up in the Auditorium, she waited for the librarian to show up. Which he’d better or she had no qualms about going to hunt him down. Everything was coming together nicely and she could only hope it would continue to do so in time for the rapidly approaching Masquerade.

The maiden had just begun to tap the bluetooth speaker against her hand, impatience rising rapidly, when the door opened and the very person she’d been waiting for entered, his amber gaze flicking to Aelita with a quiet, resigned sigh. He made his way to the stage, climbed the steps, and paused. He had just opened his mouth to speak when Aelita beat him to it, bouncing to her feet with a grin. “Nice of you to show up, Calver! Thought I was gonna have to come find you for a minute.”

“No, I’m here. What did you want to do?” He eyed the little speaker.

“Have you been practicing the song? Do you know it?” Aelita asked, blue eyes resting on the man’s face and she broke into a grin as he nodded.

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The Vanders

Sat. 12/07/2250 – By Nicole Adams

Adrian really wasn’t looking forward to meeting Deirdre and Jericho again. Not like this- Rhea injured, limping still on the leg that had received the awful wound, and with the knowledge that his sister had been the one to deal the blow. He’d thought he was free of her- and yet she’d shown up, a ghost of his past, and she’d done her best to kill him and Rhea both. Was it too much to ask, to be rid of her for good?

He was driving again, since Rhea was hurt, but relying on her directions to the bookstore. It was in a busy part of Chicago, shops of all kinds lining both sides of the street. The sidewalks were crowded with people and cars took up most of the available parking.

“There it is,” Rhea spoke up, sitting straighter and barely hiding the wince as the wound brushed against the edge of the seat. Adrian slowed the car and slipped into a spot, pleased to find one within easy walking distance to the bookstore; cutting the engine, he got out and glanced over at Rhea as she found her footing.

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Whats’s In The Past

August 2230 – By Rebecca Green

It was only an hour’s drive from the city to the small town that bordered the Academy. Adrian had passed the time as he was used to- taking along a book he’d read a hundred times, the pages and covers worn and wrinkled. For him, it was just another car ride- for the girl sitting in the front seat, it was much more. She was old enough to attend Strongwind Academy, a prestigious school for all types of students, and she could hardly wait. She wouldn’t be staying just yet, even though she could. Her mother had told her that staying this early was unnecessary. All she could do at that point was count down the days until she was free.

Veronica was the first out of the car when it came to a stop- Betty hadn’t even had a chance to put the car in park before the girl’s feet hit the pavement and she was darting around the car, yanking the driver’s side door open and bouncing on her heels. “C’mon!” she demanded, reaching out and tugging insistently on her mother’s arm. The woman gave a brief laugh, unbuckling her seatbelt and giving a glance at the boy in the back seat. “Patience, Veronica- the school’s not going anywhere. Put the book down, Adrian, and come on.”

Rising from the car, she pulled her arm from Veronica’s grasp, missing the look that crossed the girl’s face at the news that her brother was coming with them. “He’s coming?” she asked, meeting her mother’s gaze, annoyed by the confusion that flickered across Betty’s eyes.

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The Sins Of Blood

Thursday 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Rhea limped all the way to the infirmary. Adrian nervously followed, keeping an arm around her and letting her keep most of her negligible body weight on him. He had been tempted to carry her entirely, but the profuse amount of blood made him hesitant. And he wasn’t about to swoop her up out of nowhere- she seemed quite determined to make it herself, only leaning on him as much as she had to.

Which was quite a bit. Her adrenaline was gone and the wound in her thigh was deep enough that she could barely walk, and it was only through her own stubbornness that she did.

Adrian reached forward to nudge the infirmary door open and the blue haired nurse was facing away from them, placing some pill bottles in a freezer bag and storing them in a locked cabinet. She turned toward them with a smile, which quickly disappeared as her eyes narrowed and she hurried toward them.

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An Assailant of Blood

Thursday, 12/5/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

The knife pricked her finger. Held there, the knife duly twisted against her skin. Shadows danced across the floor, thrown about by the waning moon against the windows and the trees blowing in the wind, just outside the hallway where she walked. Gold eyes glinted in the light, and the woman brandishing the weapon walked tall, a clean six foot body with waist length hair pulled into a blonde ponytail. It bounced with every movement, each step confident and leisurely. No one would be around. School had let out hours ago, each of the brats would be hiding away in their houses, cramming in what little studying they could for final exams to come.

None of them would come across her, clad in a leather jacket and tight black leggings. She reached a hand into the jacket, pulling out a small black orb, bringing it to her nose and taking a whiff. Smiling, the woman was close to her destination.

She hadn’t thought it would come to this. The plan had been to scare the little brat, run her out of the job and keep her from sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. And, four years ago, it had worked. Vander had quit as expected at the simple threats. It hadn’t been that hard, really, to find her family- snap a couple of pictures, take a couple notes on their daily activities and send it to the agent. Vander – Silverfang – had handed in her resignation in a matter of hours.

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