Musical Mayhem
~Simple and Clean~
~UtOpIa~
Utopia. A land of peace. A land where there are little white houses all in rows. Each one has a single tree in the front of it. The whole world will fall to this utopia, all looking the same, acting the same, and bringing peace. Or it will. The “Weavers”, unknown by any other name, are pooling their powers together to make earth a completely peaceful Earth, pretty much corrupting the system it has fallen into. Few know when the exact date is. All the magical community knows…. Is that it’s soon. Very, very soon. The Utopia, you see, would make the magical creatures loose their magic. Or even, their lives. It would take away their drive to be magical, to be different, and they would become just like everyone else. And others, such as vampires, would loose their drive to drink blood and die of starvation. But, amidst the pure-bread magic ones, whom would loose their free-will to this horrid spell-bound utopia, are the hybrids. The half-bloods overlooked by everyone, not wanted by good, or evil, or sometimes their own families. They are the result of a “mistake” a “rape”. Not considered magic enough to be magical, or humane enough to be human. They soon must rise to their full-potential: saving the world.
~Summary~:
For the last 100 years, the beings of earth have fallen into a pattern. “Evil” magic worked its way into society, not evil, but misunderstood. It hid itself there, vampires, werewolves, demons even, simply trying to fit in enough to sustain life. Then there was the “good” magic, sent out to destroy these evils and keep them from hurting each other. The rest is history. Humans continued on their path of life, looked down upon by forces of goodness and looked up upon by the forces of darkness. This was life as a magical creature. They could not fit in anywhere. They finally, about 25 years ago, began to be accepted for what they were and left alone. The dark magic did not hurt the white magic and vice versa.
However, human interference was becoming prominent; they were burning magical creatures, swearing they were witches, stabbing vampires with stakes through the heart. The Weavers decided that they had had enough. They did not want anything to do with magic anymore, for their particular species was almost killed out, save for the ten that were left. That is how it begins. They set off on finding a way to create a Utopia. And they succeeded. They began to weave their magic over the Earth, squeezing magic out of the pure bloods, and corrupting the minds of humans. The spell will take effect slowly, for it must be woven carefully, one wrong word and everything would return to normal, no longer under The Weavers’ Control. As the pureblooded creatures begin to loose their magic, they will be forced to turn to the half-breeds, the disgusting hybrids. And yet, there are those that support it.
The hybrids were only hybrids until they had chosen to follow a path in life, down the path of their magical creature, traits of which emerge sometimes from birth, but more commonly during puberty, or down the path of humans. Once they have chosen, and spent their teenage years striving towards it, at the eve of their 18th birthday, their blood will change into that of the path they’ve chosen to follow. There is, however, a young, tender age, two or three years after puberty, that the half-bloods are at their most powerful, when they are at balance between their magical side and their mortal side. These are the children that the newly formed “Alliance” of magical misfits looked for. The Alliance was a group of magical creatures, both white and dark, that choose to take a stand against the Weavers. However, with their magic slowly draining, they are becoming weaker and weaker. The only ones not affected by the spell, due to their forbidden blood, are the half-bloods. They are the ones chosen by the Alliance to take down the Weavers and to save the world from the Utopia.
~Plot~:
You are a half-blooded child of magic, whom has received a letter, (yes, you ALL live in the SAME suburban town. Amazing how that happens) which reads:
Dearest Teenager,
The world is in dire need of someone with your blood type. We cannot put much here, for there are spies everywhere. If they find out what we’re up to, we’ll as you kids say “be toasted”. Meet at the forest behind the large mansion belonging to the Browns. You know where it is. We and many others like yourselves, will be waiting.
~The Alliance
Now, the children have a choice: follow the letter to save the world, or let the world fall into the lined white houses, where only the half bloods will have their free-will and most likely will be prosecuted and killed off. It’s your choice. Humans will try to stop you along the way. They only know of the dangerous side of magic, the one that kills them off. They. Will. Burn. You. Just remember: without sorrow, there is no joy. Without evil, there is no goodness. And without freewill, there is nothing.
~Sign-Ups~:
Name: (It’s going to be an ordinary name. These kids still go to school and such.)
Age: (12-17, no younger, no older. This is puberty kids.)
Gender: (…Must I explain this?)
Species: ½ human, ½ *insert magical creature here* (Yes, I will count werewolves as half-bloods)
Description: (mainly human, however, some things will show your magical blood. Ex: wings, fangs, claws, teeth, eye color… ect. Ect. Ect. Should be about 6 lines long-ish)
Personality: (roughly 6 lines long)
History: Where’d ya grow up? Who are you? Do you have family?
Powers: Yes, here’s the fun part. Naturally, a half-magical being will have powers of some sort. DO. NOT. MAKE. UBER. POWERS. You won’t be accepted. Also have your weaknesses here as well.
Other: Anything else you’d care to mention
RPG Sample: Yes, I want to see how you RPG before you get in this. Just tell about a general day in the life of your character. School, family, whatever.
~My sign-up~
Name: Vivian McKennethan
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: ½ human, ½ vampire
Description: Vivian is slim and curvy, just like a normal teen of her age. She has jet-black hair, inherited from her vampire father, it’s layered and waves its way down to her mid-chest. It contradicts with her deep, emerald eyes, which seem to pop out at night, almost glowing. Along her sweet, heart-shaped face are a variety of freckles, mainly on her cheek bones and the bridge of her nose. Naturally, being half vampire, she does have fangs, though smaller than your average pure-blood vampire. She is always wearing a silver necklace around her neck (duh) with a small, single, eighth note charm dangling from the middle. This was the only gift she received from her father, so to her it is sacred. She generally wears a colorful t-shirt and jeans or a skirt, depending on her mood and the weather. Accompanying these there are her dingy black sneakers, which she wears virtually every day.
Vivian also has naturally pale skin, and during the summer, she is pure red. She doesn’t have the ability to tan, so she’s almost always pale or burnt.
Personality: Vivian is very outspoken and tends to be rebellious at times. She cannot stand to see people make fun of magical creatures, since she is half one, and is especially prone to hit peak anger there. Vivian’s temper tends to flare up randomly, mostly in accordance with her “blood lust” which comes around about the same time each month: during her menstrual cycle. She hates her blood lust and tends to snap at people for seemingly no reason when she gets it. Due to this, she has very few friends, but the few she does have are good ones. They hang out with Vivian for her good traits. She has a spunky personality and tends to contribute to conversations with her dry, sarcastic humor. Some people don’t find this funny, and are driven away by the outgoing young vampire. Vivian, however, doesn’t care what they think and simply continues to live life as she should: caring about her own grades, her own friends, and her own family. She achieves higher grades than the girls who make fun of her, has more loyal friends, but is always hit hardest by the family. She is driven mad when people ask her who her father is or where is he if you love him so much because she really doesn’t see him that much and has trouble coping with that.
History: Vivian is not the classic “My mom was raped by a vampire” deal. Nope. Her mother and father were in love, real love. Neither cared that they weren’t the same species, nor what would happen. But, when Vivian’s mother Rebecca announced her pregnancy, her vampire father took off, afraid of what his daughter would be: a disgrace to the magical community. Disheartened, Vivian’s mother was on the brink of depression, after losing her lover, moving from uptown New York to a small, suburban town in Pennsylvania where she and her daughter still live today.
When Vivian was born, she showed no vampire characteristics, relieving her already-stressed out mother. The two of them lived a semi-normal life, functioning the best a single mother and daughter can. Only once, when Vivian was 11 did her father send her a letter, mentioning nothing of vampires or why he left, only enclosing one, silver chained necklace. Later that year, Vivian got her first period and along with that, she began to change. She was always thirsty, but water wouldn’t satisfy her thirst, and her canine teeth began to enlarge and swell, growing and growing. She was given braces by her orthodontist, which were quickly crippled by her growing fangs. It was then that her mother figured it out: her daughter was indeed a vampire. Luckily, being a half blood, Vivian was able to control her blood lusts, only feeding on squirrels and small rodents for a while, then moving on to drinking the blood donated by the hospital where her mother and a “Vampire self-help” counsler happened to work. She now goes "feeding" with her father, who sneaks into town to visit her once a week.
Other: Nada.
Powers: “Vampire Vision”: Vivian can see a black aura around other vampires, and a lighter, gray aura around other “dark” creatures such as vampires and werewolves. She can also levitate and transform herself into a bat. Now for the bad part: she can’t eat garlic, or even smell it, and she is afraid to go into churches. When she enters the “blood lust” or is very angry, she has no reflection in mirrors.
RPG Sample:
Vivian’s black hair swayed back and forth as she ran over the polished gymnasium floors, a blue “Pillow Polo” stick in her hand. It was a short, plastic blue stick with large, round padding at the bottom, which was made for hitting the squishy, once-white ball that now rolled from yellow stick to yellow stick, waiting for a blue team intervention. The ball’s inside foam was beginning to leak out of a large chunk that someone had ripped out of the ball, most likely for a joke or one of those “eat it” contests. Either way, the yellow foam was poking through the chunk as it passed from one player to another.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? PM me. I'll be happy to respond to you. Merci and such.
Accepted People:
Charmed Band-o: Vivian McKennethan, 1/2 vampire
Endarkened Gardevoir: Adrian Riverson, ½ human, ½ Nix (Male water sprite/Demon)
Rayn: Dakota Elizabeth Williams, 1/2 Dragon
Diljabar: Carl Bradly Brown, werewolf
cdra1617: Natalia Bland, 1/2 nekokmata
Canis Lupis: Ikan Ralis, 1/2 roc
E102 Gamma: Emily Walker, werewolf
Crimson777: Seth "Crimson" Revensrow, 1/2 shade
PikaPower! 1/2 Pheonix
Reserved:
Legendary Suicine Girl
PokemonBreederChris
Pending:
Pikaman
Draconic_man
Utopia. A land of peace. A land where there are little white houses all in rows. Each one has a single tree in the front of it. The whole world will fall to this utopia, all looking the same, acting the same, and bringing peace. Or it will. The “Weavers”, unknown by any other name, are pooling their powers together to make earth a completely peaceful Earth, pretty much corrupting the system it has fallen into. Few know when the exact date is. All the magical community knows…. Is that it’s soon. Very, very soon. The Utopia, you see, would make the magical creatures loose their magic. Or even, their lives. It would take away their drive to be magical, to be different, and they would become just like everyone else. And others, such as vampires, would loose their drive to drink blood and die of starvation. But, amidst the pure-bread magic ones, whom would loose their free-will to this horrid spell-bound utopia, are the hybrids. The half-bloods overlooked by everyone, not wanted by good, or evil, or sometimes their own families. They are the result of a “mistake” a “rape”. Not considered magic enough to be magical, or humane enough to be human. They soon must rise to their full-potential: saving the world.
~Summary~:
For the last 100 years, the beings of earth have fallen into a pattern. “Evil” magic worked its way into society, not evil, but misunderstood. It hid itself there, vampires, werewolves, demons even, simply trying to fit in enough to sustain life. Then there was the “good” magic, sent out to destroy these evils and keep them from hurting each other. The rest is history. Humans continued on their path of life, looked down upon by forces of goodness and looked up upon by the forces of darkness. This was life as a magical creature. They could not fit in anywhere. They finally, about 25 years ago, began to be accepted for what they were and left alone. The dark magic did not hurt the white magic and vice versa.
However, human interference was becoming prominent; they were burning magical creatures, swearing they were witches, stabbing vampires with stakes through the heart. The Weavers decided that they had had enough. They did not want anything to do with magic anymore, for their particular species was almost killed out, save for the ten that were left. That is how it begins. They set off on finding a way to create a Utopia. And they succeeded. They began to weave their magic over the Earth, squeezing magic out of the pure bloods, and corrupting the minds of humans. The spell will take effect slowly, for it must be woven carefully, one wrong word and everything would return to normal, no longer under The Weavers’ Control. As the pureblooded creatures begin to loose their magic, they will be forced to turn to the half-breeds, the disgusting hybrids. And yet, there are those that support it.
The hybrids were only hybrids until they had chosen to follow a path in life, down the path of their magical creature, traits of which emerge sometimes from birth, but more commonly during puberty, or down the path of humans. Once they have chosen, and spent their teenage years striving towards it, at the eve of their 18th birthday, their blood will change into that of the path they’ve chosen to follow. There is, however, a young, tender age, two or three years after puberty, that the half-bloods are at their most powerful, when they are at balance between their magical side and their mortal side. These are the children that the newly formed “Alliance” of magical misfits looked for. The Alliance was a group of magical creatures, both white and dark, that choose to take a stand against the Weavers. However, with their magic slowly draining, they are becoming weaker and weaker. The only ones not affected by the spell, due to their forbidden blood, are the half-bloods. They are the ones chosen by the Alliance to take down the Weavers and to save the world from the Utopia.
~Plot~:
You are a half-blooded child of magic, whom has received a letter, (yes, you ALL live in the SAME suburban town. Amazing how that happens) which reads:
Dearest Teenager,
The world is in dire need of someone with your blood type. We cannot put much here, for there are spies everywhere. If they find out what we’re up to, we’ll as you kids say “be toasted”. Meet at the forest behind the large mansion belonging to the Browns. You know where it is. We and many others like yourselves, will be waiting.
~The Alliance
Now, the children have a choice: follow the letter to save the world, or let the world fall into the lined white houses, where only the half bloods will have their free-will and most likely will be prosecuted and killed off. It’s your choice. Humans will try to stop you along the way. They only know of the dangerous side of magic, the one that kills them off. They. Will. Burn. You. Just remember: without sorrow, there is no joy. Without evil, there is no goodness. And without freewill, there is nothing.
~Sign-Ups~:
Name: (It’s going to be an ordinary name. These kids still go to school and such.)
Age: (12-17, no younger, no older. This is puberty kids.)
Gender: (…Must I explain this?)
Species: ½ human, ½ *insert magical creature here* (Yes, I will count werewolves as half-bloods)
Description: (mainly human, however, some things will show your magical blood. Ex: wings, fangs, claws, teeth, eye color… ect. Ect. Ect. Should be about 6 lines long-ish)
Personality: (roughly 6 lines long)
History: Where’d ya grow up? Who are you? Do you have family?
Powers: Yes, here’s the fun part. Naturally, a half-magical being will have powers of some sort. DO. NOT. MAKE. UBER. POWERS. You won’t be accepted. Also have your weaknesses here as well.
Other: Anything else you’d care to mention
RPG Sample: Yes, I want to see how you RPG before you get in this. Just tell about a general day in the life of your character. School, family, whatever.
~My sign-up~
Name: Vivian McKennethan
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: ½ human, ½ vampire
Description: Vivian is slim and curvy, just like a normal teen of her age. She has jet-black hair, inherited from her vampire father, it’s layered and waves its way down to her mid-chest. It contradicts with her deep, emerald eyes, which seem to pop out at night, almost glowing. Along her sweet, heart-shaped face are a variety of freckles, mainly on her cheek bones and the bridge of her nose. Naturally, being half vampire, she does have fangs, though smaller than your average pure-blood vampire. She is always wearing a silver necklace around her neck (duh) with a small, single, eighth note charm dangling from the middle. This was the only gift she received from her father, so to her it is sacred. She generally wears a colorful t-shirt and jeans or a skirt, depending on her mood and the weather. Accompanying these there are her dingy black sneakers, which she wears virtually every day.
Vivian also has naturally pale skin, and during the summer, she is pure red. She doesn’t have the ability to tan, so she’s almost always pale or burnt.
Personality: Vivian is very outspoken and tends to be rebellious at times. She cannot stand to see people make fun of magical creatures, since she is half one, and is especially prone to hit peak anger there. Vivian’s temper tends to flare up randomly, mostly in accordance with her “blood lust” which comes around about the same time each month: during her menstrual cycle. She hates her blood lust and tends to snap at people for seemingly no reason when she gets it. Due to this, she has very few friends, but the few she does have are good ones. They hang out with Vivian for her good traits. She has a spunky personality and tends to contribute to conversations with her dry, sarcastic humor. Some people don’t find this funny, and are driven away by the outgoing young vampire. Vivian, however, doesn’t care what they think and simply continues to live life as she should: caring about her own grades, her own friends, and her own family. She achieves higher grades than the girls who make fun of her, has more loyal friends, but is always hit hardest by the family. She is driven mad when people ask her who her father is or where is he if you love him so much because she really doesn’t see him that much and has trouble coping with that.
History: Vivian is not the classic “My mom was raped by a vampire” deal. Nope. Her mother and father were in love, real love. Neither cared that they weren’t the same species, nor what would happen. But, when Vivian’s mother Rebecca announced her pregnancy, her vampire father took off, afraid of what his daughter would be: a disgrace to the magical community. Disheartened, Vivian’s mother was on the brink of depression, after losing her lover, moving from uptown New York to a small, suburban town in Pennsylvania where she and her daughter still live today.
When Vivian was born, she showed no vampire characteristics, relieving her already-stressed out mother. The two of them lived a semi-normal life, functioning the best a single mother and daughter can. Only once, when Vivian was 11 did her father send her a letter, mentioning nothing of vampires or why he left, only enclosing one, silver chained necklace. Later that year, Vivian got her first period and along with that, she began to change. She was always thirsty, but water wouldn’t satisfy her thirst, and her canine teeth began to enlarge and swell, growing and growing. She was given braces by her orthodontist, which were quickly crippled by her growing fangs. It was then that her mother figured it out: her daughter was indeed a vampire. Luckily, being a half blood, Vivian was able to control her blood lusts, only feeding on squirrels and small rodents for a while, then moving on to drinking the blood donated by the hospital where her mother and a “Vampire self-help” counsler happened to work. She now goes "feeding" with her father, who sneaks into town to visit her once a week.
Other: Nada.
Powers: “Vampire Vision”: Vivian can see a black aura around other vampires, and a lighter, gray aura around other “dark” creatures such as vampires and werewolves. She can also levitate and transform herself into a bat. Now for the bad part: she can’t eat garlic, or even smell it, and she is afraid to go into churches. When she enters the “blood lust” or is very angry, she has no reflection in mirrors.
RPG Sample:
Vivian’s black hair swayed back and forth as she ran over the polished gymnasium floors, a blue “Pillow Polo” stick in her hand. It was a short, plastic blue stick with large, round padding at the bottom, which was made for hitting the squishy, once-white ball that now rolled from yellow stick to yellow stick, waiting for a blue team intervention. The ball’s inside foam was beginning to leak out of a large chunk that someone had ripped out of the ball, most likely for a joke or one of those “eat it” contests. Either way, the yellow foam was poking through the chunk as it passed from one player to another.
Vivian turned towards the opposing girl, the blonde one, Jana McKerman from the swim team, who was always making fun of her for some reason or another. Their sticks, Jana’s a mustardy yellow, clashed with Vivian’s azure stick. Jana was ready, shoving back Vivian’s stick with her superior upper arm strength, but Vivian was quicker, dodging her thin, nimble body around Jana’s, her foot kicking out the puffy ball as she went.
“You can’t touch the ball with your feet!” Jana screamed, outraged. Vivian continued towards the opposing goal, turning to pass the ball to another blue-sticked team mate. “Did you see that?!” Jana shrieked to Mrs. Anderson, the gym teacher, whose old, wrinkly face was currently shoved in a book called “McDonalds: The True Story”.
“See what dear?” Mrs. Anderson rasped, turning towards Jana and the Pillow Polo players, only to see Boyd Peterson slapstick the withering ball into the goal, right past the large, burly goalie into the net. Jana growled, turning towards Vivian angrily, “I’m going to catch you one of these days,” she growled through clenched teeth. Vivian simply shrugged, shoving her blue stick into the plastic container and heading towards the locker room.
“Jana was SO ******, you should’ve seen it!” Vivian laughed to her friend Lyla, watching the back of Jana’s hair swish back and forth as she muttered something, most likely about Vivian, to her swim team buds under her breath.
Lyla laughed, “Yeah, I can tell. She’s doing that muttery thing again,” she sighed, blowing back a strand of her pure, strawberry blonde hair, “But I was stuck playing Volleyball. The other team kicked our butts, that’s how bad we sucked,”
They turned at the door labled “Girls’ Locker Room” in big, bold red letters, pushing open the scuffed gray door behind Jana and the brunette swim team girl. “Are you coming over later?” Lyla asked, icy sea green eyes quietly gaging Vivian’s reaction.
Vivian shrugged, “If it’s okay with my mom. I don’t know if Dad’s coming over tonight or tomorrow,” her own, emerald eyes darting from girl to girl, making sure that they were all in conversation, “To feed,”
“Why don’t you just say to eat dinner?” Lyla sighed, exasperated, “Like a normal person. No one would know then, stupid,” She rolled her eyes, yanking off her scuffed gym sneakers. Besides her mother, Lyla was the only non-vampire to know of Vivian’s “problem”.
“That’s not dramatic enough,” Vivian began, yanking up her ripped blue jeans impatiently, “I mean, that would be like, saying, ‘Oh, I’m going to die soon,’ instead of ‘Oh, I have leukemia,’” Lyla looked confused, “Never mind,” Vivian growned, shaking her head, “I’ll try to get there okay?”
Lyla sighed heavily once again, “Alright. I mean… are you thirsty at all?”
“Parched, but I don’t have any money for a water,” Vivian answered non-chantedly, slamming the red locker door shut as she looped her gym bag over her head.
“Not THAT thirsty,” Lyla specified, eyes on Vivian, who shrugged and gave a so-so signal with her hand. “Well, whatever. See you tonight?”
“Count on it. I’ll come late if I have to,” Vivian answered, elbowing her friend’s chest.
“Make sure you’re clean though. I don’t want it to look…” Lyla began nervously, simply imagining Vivian after a feed.
Vivian simply rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m just gonna waltz in with a dead corpse and be like, ‘Hey! Here’s your friendly neighborhood vampire!’” she laughed sarcastically. The quiet gym girl gave her a strange look, “Hey, I’m being sarcastic okay? It’s for a costume party, god,” the girl plodded away, “The things people think these days,” Vivian sighed, pretending to be disappointed.
Lyla punched Vivian in the chest, “See ya later then Viv. We’d better hurry or we’re gonna miss the bus,” she said as the bell rang for the end of 9th period, and the end of the day. Lyla and Viv exchanged a quick friend-to-friend, see ya later hug and jogged off in opposite directions of the hallway, towards either one’s lockers. Vivian was an M, and Lyla was a C. There was a large difference in their names.
As Vivian climbed onto her bus, her phone began to vibrate. She plucked the blue cell phone out of her pocket, staring at the text that had shown up. It was from her mother. It read: Hey, sweetie, you got a letter from a strange person. Ill show it 2 u when u get home. Don’t return this text cuz I dunno how to text bak. Haha. <3 ur ever loving mother.
Vivian sighed, eyes scanning over the even black letters. Her mom was so technologically disadvantaged. Oh, well Vivian thought, closing her cell phone, I’ll just take care of it later. I get letters from strange people a lot. They’re called vampires. Vivian chuckled at her own joke as she settled into her dull leather seat, pulling out her earphones and beginning to listen to music.
“You can’t touch the ball with your feet!” Jana screamed, outraged. Vivian continued towards the opposing goal, turning to pass the ball to another blue-sticked team mate. “Did you see that?!” Jana shrieked to Mrs. Anderson, the gym teacher, whose old, wrinkly face was currently shoved in a book called “McDonalds: The True Story”.
“See what dear?” Mrs. Anderson rasped, turning towards Jana and the Pillow Polo players, only to see Boyd Peterson slapstick the withering ball into the goal, right past the large, burly goalie into the net. Jana growled, turning towards Vivian angrily, “I’m going to catch you one of these days,” she growled through clenched teeth. Vivian simply shrugged, shoving her blue stick into the plastic container and heading towards the locker room.
“Jana was SO ******, you should’ve seen it!” Vivian laughed to her friend Lyla, watching the back of Jana’s hair swish back and forth as she muttered something, most likely about Vivian, to her swim team buds under her breath.
Lyla laughed, “Yeah, I can tell. She’s doing that muttery thing again,” she sighed, blowing back a strand of her pure, strawberry blonde hair, “But I was stuck playing Volleyball. The other team kicked our butts, that’s how bad we sucked,”
They turned at the door labled “Girls’ Locker Room” in big, bold red letters, pushing open the scuffed gray door behind Jana and the brunette swim team girl. “Are you coming over later?” Lyla asked, icy sea green eyes quietly gaging Vivian’s reaction.
Vivian shrugged, “If it’s okay with my mom. I don’t know if Dad’s coming over tonight or tomorrow,” her own, emerald eyes darting from girl to girl, making sure that they were all in conversation, “To feed,”
“Why don’t you just say to eat dinner?” Lyla sighed, exasperated, “Like a normal person. No one would know then, stupid,” She rolled her eyes, yanking off her scuffed gym sneakers. Besides her mother, Lyla was the only non-vampire to know of Vivian’s “problem”.
“That’s not dramatic enough,” Vivian began, yanking up her ripped blue jeans impatiently, “I mean, that would be like, saying, ‘Oh, I’m going to die soon,’ instead of ‘Oh, I have leukemia,’” Lyla looked confused, “Never mind,” Vivian growned, shaking her head, “I’ll try to get there okay?”
Lyla sighed heavily once again, “Alright. I mean… are you thirsty at all?”
“Parched, but I don’t have any money for a water,” Vivian answered non-chantedly, slamming the red locker door shut as she looped her gym bag over her head.
“Not THAT thirsty,” Lyla specified, eyes on Vivian, who shrugged and gave a so-so signal with her hand. “Well, whatever. See you tonight?”
“Count on it. I’ll come late if I have to,” Vivian answered, elbowing her friend’s chest.
“Make sure you’re clean though. I don’t want it to look…” Lyla began nervously, simply imagining Vivian after a feed.
Vivian simply rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m just gonna waltz in with a dead corpse and be like, ‘Hey! Here’s your friendly neighborhood vampire!’” she laughed sarcastically. The quiet gym girl gave her a strange look, “Hey, I’m being sarcastic okay? It’s for a costume party, god,” the girl plodded away, “The things people think these days,” Vivian sighed, pretending to be disappointed.
Lyla punched Vivian in the chest, “See ya later then Viv. We’d better hurry or we’re gonna miss the bus,” she said as the bell rang for the end of 9th period, and the end of the day. Lyla and Viv exchanged a quick friend-to-friend, see ya later hug and jogged off in opposite directions of the hallway, towards either one’s lockers. Vivian was an M, and Lyla was a C. There was a large difference in their names.
As Vivian climbed onto her bus, her phone began to vibrate. She plucked the blue cell phone out of her pocket, staring at the text that had shown up. It was from her mother. It read: Hey, sweetie, you got a letter from a strange person. Ill show it 2 u when u get home. Don’t return this text cuz I dunno how to text bak. Haha. <3 ur ever loving mother.
Vivian sighed, eyes scanning over the even black letters. Her mom was so technologically disadvantaged. Oh, well Vivian thought, closing her cell phone, I’ll just take care of it later. I get letters from strange people a lot. They’re called vampires. Vivian chuckled at her own joke as she settled into her dull leather seat, pulling out her earphones and beginning to listen to music.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? PM me. I'll be happy to respond to you. Merci and such.
Accepted People:
Charmed Band-o: Vivian McKennethan, 1/2 vampire
Endarkened Gardevoir: Adrian Riverson, ½ human, ½ Nix (Male water sprite/Demon)
Rayn: Dakota Elizabeth Williams, 1/2 Dragon
Diljabar: Carl Bradly Brown, werewolf
cdra1617: Natalia Bland, 1/2 nekokmata
Canis Lupis: Ikan Ralis, 1/2 roc
E102 Gamma: Emily Walker, werewolf
Crimson777: Seth "Crimson" Revensrow, 1/2 shade
PikaPower! 1/2 Pheonix
Reserved:
Legendary Suicine Girl
PokemonBreederChris
Pending:
Pikaman
Draconic_man
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