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Post by Zander Song on Jan 19, 2007 21:35:15 GMT -5
Zander laid on his back, Eyes sheilded dramatically by his right arm to Filter out any Sun that might have seeped in though the rip in the blackout curtains he had draped over the Window in his Dorm room about.... One Year ago, when he first came, That was the first thing he did, If He remembered correctly. Drench the room in a brilliant black. Just the way he liked it. It wasn't his fault he was a Morbid, Nocturnal Vampire. He hadn't found out whose it was, though; Something he had been trying to discover for a long time, without much Success, To his Dismay. Somethings took time, though. Apparently Finding the Vampire that Bit your More than Ten Years ago Was one of them.
As He shifted in his Spot on thop of the Fire-engine Red Comforter that sat on the Matteress on the Floor, A ray of light hit his sensitive eyes. 'Ahh!' He hissed, Jerking his arm back as He opened his mouth Instinctively, Showing his Fangs. Someone had either Opened the door to his dorm, Or the Tear in the Thick Fabirc covering the Glass windows had gotten much Bigger. 'What the Heak?!' He exclaimed, Alloing himself a split second Of Vision as He lifted his Arm From his Pale Face. Well, It proved to be more than A second; It took at least three for his eyes to Adjust to the Blinding light enough for him to see faint sillouhettes of the room. Yes, the Door was Definately Open. 'What?' He asked to no one in particular, flipping around and digging his head in the Pillow, Grumbling about Light, Idoits, and open Doors.[/font]
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Post by James Mortte on Jan 19, 2007 22:16:14 GMT -5
As James Walked the Halls of the Boys Dorms' Wing, His Eyes scanned the Slowly incresing numbers For a Certian one. Zander Song... He hadn't been able to ask the kid mroe properly the last time they had spoke, But he was pretty sure that he Had Known Him... But... Zander was supposed to be Dead! James had been told by Zander's own Mother that he Had Been Murdered as a Child. But, lo and Behold, There he was, Completely Alive, Though he didn't look sickly pale, with Dark Rings tracing around his Silver Eyes... James had To find the Kid, Ask him If he was at least the Right Zander Song. But, Then Again, Zander wasn't a very common Name- Most people called Alexander Just Shortened their name To Alex, Not Zander. Or, Xander, even- Never the Z. But, If James had Remembered correctly, Zander had liked to be different, even at an Early Age.
To Keep him Occupied As he walked through the halls, James Slowly rubbed his Forefinger and thumb together, Creating a spark and, later, a Burning Flame, Dancing merrily on the tips of his Long, thin Fingers; the Ten Digits looked more like the dry, white Bones of A Skeleton than that of a Sixteen year old Boy, Save for the Blue Veins That were clearly visible running beneath the flesh, Clearly Visible On the insides of his Wrists, and prety much everywhere else on his hands. As he looked up from the Fire in his Hands, He realized that he had reached his Destination- The Numbers Matched perfectly to those that he had been told Zander resided. The Door was already open a crack, Letting a thin splinter of Yellow incandecsant light spill into the Black room. Maybe he wasn't there.... 'Ahh!'[/b] James heard from inside, Cocking his head in Curiosity, letting his black hair fall limply To the side as he Tilted it. Well, he was inside, alright.
He pushed the Door open just a bit more, welcomed with an angry 'What the Heak?!'[/b]. James Bit his lip, Feeling the Thin Metal Bar from the peircing slide forward as he applied pressure to it. Maybe This wasn't such a good idea. But he'd Already Opened the Door... 'What?' [/b] Called an Aggitated Voice from within. 'Ummm....' James Answered, Pushing the Door open more So he could slide in. What he met was pure Darkness. 'Zander?' He called, feeling around for a lightswitch.
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 19, 2007 22:22:18 GMT -5
'Ummm....' Someone called from the Light. They had better start talking soon, Or Get that Light out of his Face. Preffereably both, Zander was in an oddly social mood. 'Zander?' The Voice was a lot Closer now, But the Light was still obscuring the Vampire's Vision. 'Just Close the Freaking door!' The boy Exclaimed angrily, Trowing a pillow in the General Direction in which the vaguely familiar voice was coming from. 'And Don't look for the lightswitch, either. It's gone.' Gone By Zander's Demand, and Doing. A large hole in the Wall was all that he had to Show for it, But at least the horrible electric light didn't turn on anymore. [/font]
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Post by James Mortte on Jan 22, 2007 21:32:03 GMT -5
'Just Close the Freaking door!'
James felt something soft Hit the Side of his head, and his Palms Flamed up out of Alarm. He Closed them quickly as he slammed the Door Shut, remembering Zander's Request for Darkness. 'Err... Sorry,' He Stuttered, Straining his eyes in the Black. The only source of light came from a small rip in the Drapes, creating a thin vertical line of white light that Revealed nothing bot the Beige wall and flecks of dust dancing in the Air. 'Ummm... It's James,' He announced. 'You're Zander... Song, right? The One From Toronto?' He asked, feeling stupider than Stupid. And Yes, it was Possible. What wasn't Possible was that that The Same Zander Song the he had once knew when he was a kid was standing... or lieing, before him- His mother had told everyone that he had died, murdered mercilessly by a man that still hasn't been caught. But, if he ws here, at Twightlight Academy, It would make sense that she had faked his Death to Cover an odd infection... But he dissapeared way before James himelf was... This whole thing made no sense.
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 22, 2007 21:56:48 GMT -5
The visitor Shut the Door. 'Err... Sorry,' He said, His voice revealing a rather thin accent that Zander remembered only vaugely. Sorry? Maybe he was the new kid, that one Zander had seen yesterday. Maybe he Had no idea about all the other things that went on, all the other Things that people got Infected with... 'Ummm... It's James,' He said, comfirming that he was the New kid. 'You're Zander... Song, right? The One From Toronto?' At this, Zander laughed. I haven't been 'From Toronto' For about a year, but yeah, that's me. Why?' he asked, searching his memory for the name 'James'... he looked towards the blinds, and was met with a sliver of Blinding light. 'Ugh...' He moaned, Grabbing James' Shoulder and Dragging him over, Blocking the Light. 'Sorry,' He Apolagized. 'But LIght is't excatly the best thing in the World for a Vampire,' He smiled in a friendly manner, then stopped, remembering that James couldn't see a thing. With his eyes, Zander saw the Dark room perfectly, and sometimes forgot that it was only him in the room that could. 'I'ma Vampire.' he explained. 'That's why the Room's Dark.... James Mortte?'
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Post by James Mortte on Jan 26, 2007 18:24:57 GMT -5
James felt someone grab him by the Shoulder, and suddenly he was being Dragged over. 'What the-' he began, Looking around in Alarm. 'Sorry, But LIght is't excatly the best thing in the World for a Vampire,' Zander Said... did he say Vampire?! 'Umm... it'sok,' He replied, pretty sure that his confusion showed up in his voice. It usually did, which sucked a lot.
'Yeah, That's me...' James replied, still deep in thought. 'But you're supposed to be dead! Your mum told us... Was it so you could hide?' He asked him, feeling a bit sympathetic for the boy.
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 29, 2007 16:41:36 GMT -5
Zander Nodded his Head, hating the tad of Pity James' Voice held. 'Oh, Um, Yeah.' He added. 'Forgot you Couldn't see... Oh, I Guess A bit of Lit couldn't Hurt, I'm I'm Not Directly in it...' He Opened the Curtain a bit, leaping back into the Darkness as the powerful beam of Sunlight exposed half of the room. 'Now You can at least see where you're going.' He looked around at his room- He hadn't noticed how messy it was until there was someone else in it. 'Err... Don't mind the mess.' He stated, a bit embarrased by the heaps of clothes and piles of indie-label CDs lieing hap-hazardly on the floor before them.
'So, James. What've you been doing with your life since I... Died?' He asked, a smirk playing upon his pale features. Sure, The light that had found its way into the darkness and brightened it up a bit wasn't comfortable to sit in, But Zander was being... Hospitable to his Guest. I guess.[/font]
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Post by James Mortte on Jan 29, 2007 22:03:06 GMT -5
'Forgot you Couldn't see... Oh, I Guess A bit of Lit couldn't Hurt, I'm I'm Not Directly in it...' And the curtains were opened a bit so He could see. It was insanely messy, and Zander apolagized for it, But It wasn't a problem for James, Who had definately seen worse. 'Thanks, I hope you don't, like... Get a sun burn of something,' He joked, hoping it wouldn't upset him too much.
'So, James. What've you been doing with your life since I... Died?' James had to smile at that. 'Oh, Nothing much. Just, You know. Got Infected with that crazy gas stuff,' He opened his right palm in example of what he could do; hot flames leaped on his hand; 'my mum got killed, Killed the dude that Killed her, Went on the run for a bit. For the Academy. Happyily ever after, I suppose,' He told the story with ease, as if He had explained it a million times before, when it was actually the first time he had ever said it aloud. 'you?'
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 16:14:22 GMT -5
'Oh, Nothing much. Just, You know. Got Infected with that crazy gas stuff, my mum got killed, Killed the dude that Killed her, Went on the run for a bit. For the Academy. Happyily ever after, I suppose. You?'
Maybe He shouldn't have asked. That was a lot of History, and Maybe James was still feeling a bit bad about it? He didn't seem like it. 'Oh... Umm.... Well, I sorta lived in my basement for a long time, hiding from everyone and stuff. But then, When the infection came, you know, I got that, too. I didn't know it at first, but it got really obvious later on... I don't know how to explain what I do, Though. I seem to radiate Fear... You better leave in a bit before it gets too much. I can't control it, I'm always, like, genreating a wave of terror. The only I can do to alter it is make the Waves Stronger, like.. a pulse, or something. That's why I'm here. It gets intolorable for most people around twelve hours... My mum lived with it four four years. She... pretty much went crazy with fear. So She sent me here for her own good...' [/font]
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Post by James Mortte on Jan 31, 2007 19:16:08 GMT -5
'Oh... Umm.... Well, I sorta lived in my basement for a long time, hiding from everyone and stuff. But then, When the infection came, you know, I got that, too. I didn't know it at first, but it got really obvious later on... I don't know how to explain what I do, Though. I seem to radiate Fear... You better leave in a bit before it gets too much. I can't control it, I'm always, like, genreating a wave of terror. The only I can do to alter it is make the Waves Stronger, like.. a pulse, or something. That's why I'm here. It gets intolorable for most people around twelve hours... My mum lived with it four four years. She... pretty much went crazy with fear. So She sent me here for her own good...'
Fear... That was the feeling itching through James' Skin, Making him feel a bit uneasy. Now he could give the Emotion a name, he felt it stronger, and he didn't enjoy the feeling. 'I'm... Sorry?' He decided to say, unsure of what he sould have told him.
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Post by Zander Song on Feb 1, 2007 15:50:07 GMT -5
'Oh, it's... allright.' He didn't like telling people his past, but he supposed that he owed it to the boy; He had spent his whole life thinking Zander was Dead.'
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Post by James Mortte on Feb 1, 2007 20:19:06 GMT -5
James Frowned; He could tell it wasn't. Ah, well. Best not Dwell on the Past, I guess. 'How long have you been... here?' he asked Zander, looking around to try and find somewhere to sit.
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Post by Zander Song on Feb 1, 2007 20:31:47 GMT -5
'oh, About a year...' He said, Offering James A place to sit on the sunny corner of his Bed. Zander himself sat crossed legged on the Shadowed portion of the Matteress, Seeing as he A) was a Vampire and B) was still in his pajamas. 'I assume you just got here? [/font]
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Post by James Mortte on Feb 1, 2007 20:40:35 GMT -5
James Akwardly sat down on the bed, Straining his eyes to at least catch a glimpse of the body behind Zander's voice. 'yeah... About two weeks ago.' All he could catch was the movements of a faint sillouhette in the darkness as his eyes Slowly Adjusted.
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Post by Zander Song on Feb 1, 2007 20:44:12 GMT -5
'oh, that's cool...' He answered hesitantly; For Zander had run out of thigns to say. 'er... You... liking it here?' wow. that was pretty lame. How was he gonna cover that one up? 'Ugh. Nevermind. That was lame.' like that made it better. [/font]
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