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Snake in the Grass
Alex shivered, washing as quickly as he could under the cold water. Yeah, this is what he got for waiting until all of the soldiers were gone, but he couldn’t bring himself to be here when they were. There were a couple of reasons, not the least of which being that it was just too creepy, but also because he wasn’t willing to risk there being an "accident" like had been occasionally happening in the week or so he had been here.
He shivered again, but for a different reason. How was he supposed to do whatever the hell they wanted him to while he still hadn’t had a proper chance to grieve for Ian? He lowered his head, his wet hair falling into his eyes, and leaned back against the wall. He bit his lip, doing his best to hold back the tears. If he started crying now, he doubted he’d be able to stop anytime soon.
Things probably wouldn’t feel as overwhelming as they did if he was just left alone, but instead so many of the soldiers went out of their way to be
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Somnium Visum 09: Similarities
"I wonder what they’re talking about," Eagle murmured, watching the pair of blonds from where he was still sat on the counter. "Cub looks upset."
Wolf shrugged, absently watching Fox finish cooking the forgotten breakfast food. "Snake will tell us if it’s important."
"You’re really going to just leave it at that?"
"Yes. I don’t want to make Cub trust us any less than he currently does."
Fox glanced at him. "Did you hear how many times he woke?" He shook his head. "I wonder what happened to him to cause so many nightmares."
Wolf grunted. "I was outside most of the night, but I’ll take your word for it. I came in around 0300 and he was in here, staring at the table like it had sprouted wings."
Eagle sniggered. "Remember that time Snake was sick and it did?" He just shrugged at the bland looks aimed at him. "Like I can help what I think of."
Fox switched the stove off. "Looks like they’ll be in soon," he said, nodding out the window, drawing attention t
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Secret Santa for shad0wbeast
Shade hummed to herself as she walked, the somewhat floppy wrapped gift held to her chest. It hadn't been wrapped particularly well, looking more like a child had just folded the bright red paper around whatever was inside of it several times over before deciding that there was enough there, and she hadn't been able to find regular tape so had ended up needing to use duct tape, which made for an interesting contrast she supposed. She really wasn't happy with how it looked, was actually a little embarrassed by it, but felt that at least it was better than just putting it in a gift bag and hiding it under tissue paper.
It had been easy to get gifts for most of her friends, but the brunet hadn't known what to buy for Dupree (she hadn't thought that getting him a new shovel would have been appropriate - plus she knew it wouldn't replace the one that had broken however many months ago now). Instead, she had taken a page from Trevor's book and made him something. She didn't knit though, unab
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Battle in the snow (NS role-play)
    The dance was still in full swing but Patrick wasn't paying the least bit of attention to what any of the living were doing, more preoccupied with finding someone to help Mark. The best person would be the male phoenix with his ability to teleport but first he had to find the firebird. Ah, there he was, near the dragon. The ghost slid the thirty feet without actually traversing it and set his hand on Liang's shoulder, pushing some of his energy into the touch.
    Liang was, for the most part, relaxed and carefree. He turned about with a slightly languid expression, expecting to see another student or teacher who wanted his attention but... no. On the other side of the room, Patrick seemed to be waiting for him. Liang's quills lifted slightly as though sensing something wasn't right. Where was Mark? He carefully slipped away from Karl's side, crossing the room and slipping between some of the taller students.
    "Intruder. Behind the dorms. Mark's bee
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NS Winter Event
    Liang's impeccable taste in decorating had firmly placed him in charge of the halls appearance for the winter dance. Silver and blue drapes flowed from the walls and glittering streamers were hung carefully and precisely in just the right manner. The table was exquisite and the huge tree that Oliver had collected was burning with a thousand little stars, strewn amongst the jewel encrusted boughs. Liang stood back to admire the handiwork gazing upwards. Something was missing. He snapped his fingers. Of course! A chandelier! But there was no time to find one... He deflated slightly, fiddling with a flower tucked behind his left ear. It was unlikely anyone would notice, but the perfectionist General still found it to be of great annoyance. He even thought of taking down the one in his classroom to make amends and quickly began moving off down the hall, lost completely in his thoughts.
    Karl honestly didn't care how ridiculous he looked in the form fitting dress
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X-mas gift for myrikaa
Something was different when Ceara let herself into the apartment. She wasn't sure what it was since nothing looked overtly out of place, but there was still something that was setting her on edge. Quietly closing the door, she peered around a bit more alertly.
New dishes in the sink, her door completely closed, and the throw pillows on the couch having been bunched at one end all pointed to someone having been here while she was gone. And none of these were things that Talia would do (plus her roommate wasn't here and hadn't been since before Ceara had left herself).
Her frown cleared when she saw the backpack mostly hidden by the couch. Damn Andrew. She knew that she was going to regret giving him that key. Actually, she was just going to hit him. He had been told to message her before just showing up, whether she was home or not.
Looking around again, she saw that he wasn't in the bathroom so that left her room. Ceara was on her way toward her room when the door opened a little and
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X-mas gift for EmbodiedSpirit
Liang had been walking down the hall, preoccupied with figuring out his outfit for the dance and just how and when to ask Karl to it, when a call of his name stopped him. Glancing around, he smiled when he saw said dragon waving for him to enter the music room.
Karl spoke once Liang had come to a halt next to him, turning on the piano bench to smile at the phoenix. "I was wondering if I could get your opinion on what I did to the room?"
Liang looked around, frowning softly when he didn't see anything different. "What did you do?"
Blue eyes glanced around and their owner let out a soft, surprised sound that didn't fool the general for a second. "Oh, right, I forgot." One large hand lifted and made a negligent gesture, dropping the glamours concealing the truth of the room.
Liang gasped softly, looking around with wide eyes. The ceiling had been covered with mistletoe and there were flowers set almost everywhere, even over the floor with the exception of the path he had taken to the pian
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X-mas gift for Ellakey
Mark sighed softly, glancing around for Mira. Where had she hidden herself away this time? He really wanted to explain what she had just walked in on (and how could he have forgotten to lock the door?! That was just... all kinds of stupid right there).
He was just about to call out her name when a series of soft, somewhat hesitant notes reached his ears. Following the melancholy sound led him out into the courtyard and toward the little hideaway they had claimed. He should have thought of there sooner.
Stopping just out of view, he listened to the flute music, his heart dropping the more he heard. Mark hadn't realized she had been so hurt. Well, he knew that she had been hurt, that was to be expected when you walked in on your boyfriend kissing his best friend, but it was more than he thought. And she wasn't just sad, she was angry too.
"Mira?" he called softly, moving toward her again. He winced when she glared at him and stood, turning to walk away.
Mark darted forward to block her w
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X-mas Shear fluff
Geez, it was cold out. And it had started to snow outside. Both were so bad that the couple had agreed that it would be better just to go back to his place and enjoy a night in together; some cocoa and curling up together on the couch with a blanket over them as they watched a movie sounded much more enjoyable than catching colds because they stuck with their original plans of ice skating.
It was as they were divesting themselves of their coats and other cold weather gear that Shade spoke up. "Kier? What's this?" she asked, pointing at a small sprig hanging above their heads.
He glanced up. How had that gotten up there? And when for that matter? "Oh, that's mistletoe. When people get stuck under it, they're sup-- Mmph!" His hands flashed out to slam against the wall and brace himself as Shade yanked him down and molded their lips together.
She slowly broke the kiss and smirked at him. "I know what it is and what it means. I just wanted to make sure you saw it."
He blinked a few times t
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Secret Santa 2012 ~ for meiami
Aiden smiled softly, watching some children play in the snow. It was a beautiful and inspiring time of year. People became more cheerful and good willed and the city developed a new beauty between the fairy lights strung everywhere and the layer of snow lending an air of innocence. He loved the city and its people at any time of year, but they became so much more, so much better and kinder when the winter holidays rolled around.
A deep breath of frost filled air and the brunet turned to continue on his way. He had promised the kids at the orphanage some cookies to decorate and he still needed to bake them. Now that he had all of the ingredients, he could go home and do that.
Humming softly under his breath, Aiden started walking again, a light bounce to his steps as he thought of how excited the children were going to be when he arrived tomorrow. He was probably as much, if not mores so, than they were likely to be. And then the large dinner that was going to be cooked...
Catching sigh
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Mark's ''Dirty Santa'' gift
Oh, look, what an... adorable teddy bear. Well, I suppose adorable is quite the stretch. Its brown fur is matted in spots with what looks like old blood and one of its ears is torn, looking like something has bitten half of it off. The left eye is hanging on by a fraying thread and the right arm is mostly missing, down to a sewn shut nub. Its stomach has been torn open and stuffing is escaping from the 'wound'. For being a Zombie Teddy, it actually is kind of cute. And disgusting.
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Colds and Letters (NS rp)
Mark rubbed his forehead tiredly. Not only was he dealing with a cold, but he was stressed over those stupid letters. And shop class had been particularly loud today between the saws and hammers and just the general loud talking that ended up happening.
Right now, he was just happy class was over and that it was his last one of the night so he could take his time packing up and wandering back to the dorm. And maybe he could talk to Oliver about the letters.
No, he had already decided that he wasn't going to bother the half-orc with something that he was probably blowing out of proportion.
Oli gave a long sigh as the class started to file out. It was commonplace for them to neglect cleaning up their work stations, but today was particularly bad. Because it was joining some metal work with wood craft there were bolts and screws strewn about and saw dust covered every inch of the floor.
Oliver picked up a broom "I'm a teacher, not a maid," he mumbled to himself as he start
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Experimenting Can Hurt (NS rp)
Mark winced, limping toward the infirmary. He was going to be in so much trouble for this. And for the fact he had been hiding minor wounds for a couple of weeks now. He wasn't sure who would yell at him worse - Kirke or Oliver - but he knew it was going to suck. He just hoped that the headmistress was still in class and maybe he could sneak some supplies and hide this a little longer. Of course, with the broken elbow... Yeah, he wasn't hiding that. Or the cut over his left eye.
He cautiously eased the door open and slipped in, looking around warily to see if the phoenix was in the room. He really didn't know how to explain why it looked like he had been in a fight. But it was better than looking like he had tried to commit suicide again.
Kirke was just leaving her office to count her supplies again - the flu season had her running short of some basic supplies. She stopped in shock when she say the boy, staring up at him. "Mark! What the heck did you do?" she demanded,
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Comfort in Music (NS rp)
Mira had finally left the infirmary, feeling more depressed than ever. She had been attending classes since the day after the attack, but she had also been more withdrawn than ever, barely even participating in art. Since she and Shiloh's paths hadn't crossed, Solari was still somewhat avoiding her, and Mark had... well... whatever was going on with him... she had no one to talk to.
It was after classes were over for the day. Most everyone was off having dinner when she left the small wing of the school, quiet to keep from waking Mark (though she left a note explaining her absence). It was all too easy to get lost when you aren't paying attention to where you're going, and after a few minutes of wandering, thinking about classes and Mark and how her hair was full of knots since Grandmother could no longer brush it for her, she looked up, finding herself in a new part of the school. Trying to get her bearings, she opened the closest door.
To her surprise, it was a large room, fi
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The Attempt (NS rp) -- warning for suicide attempt :iconpsychowing:PsychoWing 0 2
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Recovering (NS rp)
It had been three days since Mark had been brought into the infirmary, three days since he had tried to hurt Mira. He had finally started to strengthen again in the last day or so, shifting from a coma to an extremely deep sleep. One that he was starting to wake from, his face twisting somewhat in pain.
Mira was sitting on the furthest bed, curled up with her homework. She wasn't sure why she stayed, especially after Mark had tried to attack her. She stayed though, usually with plenty of space between them. She was still twitchy and would jump if surprised or at the sight of a normal butter knife. She was too focused on her homework to notice the movement on the opposite side of the room.
Mark's eyes opened and he blinked slowly at the ceiling, confused. His entire body was sore and felt heavy. Had he gotten sick again? He tried to lift one hand to touch his pounding head, but found that he couldn't move it far. Blinking again, he rolled his head to see why. His
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A. Chlebanowski
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