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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Mission Impossible (Part 1)

Mon. 12/16/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Aelita snuck her way through the halls. Which wasn’t entirely necessary, but it was half the fun of doing this. She didn’t need to, but she had distinct plans. Last week had been… difficult. She still couldn’t believe that she’d collapsed as she had. It was mortifying and she couldn’t bring herself to play all weekend. Her violin was destroyed, she’d have to get a new one. She had skipped Orchestra ever since, unwilling to play a school instrument. Thankfully, Professor Marquart seemed to understand and hadn’t told her off for it.

Yet, she was rather peppy. She was friends with Dora again-  the concert had given her quite the shake, and maybe that had been what she needed. Exams were this week, but she was confident in her abilities. Her violin was gone, but her best friend was back in her life and it sounded like Gwen might be coming around, and she was perfectly content with that.

Today, she had a mission. She’d been planning this for ages. Or, rather, three weeks. The librarian had been hesitant, but she was nothing if not persistent and the event had been planned out for the masquerade that Friday. School ended Thursday, allowing students to head home for Christmas break, or otherwise stick around long enough for the dance, if not the whole break.

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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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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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