Roleplay

"Michael!" where was that dummy anyway? Bailey tossed his football around in his hands as he walked around looking for one of his teammates. Football practiced had already started, and Michael was missing, even though everyone knew he was here. Bailey huffed to himself. Practice was delayed because of him, which meant that Bailey had to wait until he could play some football. "MICHAEL." he shouted again, then grumbled inwardly.
He circled a corner outside and saw Michael making kissy faces with Aimee Lastel. What the heck!? When!? Bailey took a step back and peeked at them. It was almost obvious that Aimee was falling for Quill, or vis versa. Oh man... Quill had punched Michael in the face over this girl. Now that Michael was kissing Quill's girl, it made Bailey sick to think what Quill would do to the guy. He felt sorry for Quill, and sorry for Aimee. He did know Quill liked Aimee alot, and he knew Aimee's heart would be broken in a matter of days by that man whore. He bit his lower lip. What if Quill saw them now?

(( 8D ))

Thistle followed Nerine up the stairs, looking around. It wasn't as nice as the Merrill house. Actually, it wasn't even close. The living conditions seemed alright, but not something that Thistle would like to live in regularly. Thistle was beginning to understand why Nerine didn't like this house very much. Nonetheless, Thistle flounced up after Nerine and into her room. "Here she is!" she said excitedly, though a small trail of stuffing had begun to appear after the girl. Thistle sighed, spotting the white fluff and scampered about trying to collect the most of it. She came back to Nerine with a handful of stuffing, her eyes shining brightly. "Here you go!" she said.

Stephen stopped readying the blood when he heard the crestfallen voice of Sol behind him. He slowly turned on his heel to face the girl. Putting the blood back in he fridge and grabbing his hot mug of blood, Stephen walked over to Sol, a sad expression on his face. Normally he would have cracked a joke or two, but logic was kind enough to tell him this was no time or place for that. He simply put his mug down on the counter and went over to the sad girl. He crouched down by her, putting a comforting hand on her back, rubbing it like he did to Kolian when she was sad. He sighed, and fully sat down next to Sol. Taking her in his arms, he hugged her gently, not saying a word. Just offering her a shoulder to cry on.

2010. That meant close to four hundred years had flown by since he was KOed, or did he really get knocked out by newborns and had every single bone in his body broken? It was unbelievable, absurd. And not to mention ridiculous. Lionel allowed himself a snort. And coven life? What coven life? Oh, he needed a drink. "I didn't lose any of my memories." he glared, his tone sounding harsh, reverting back into the same grumpy, stubborn Lionel before he got involved with Kolian in the first place. He was about to say more when he heard the landline of the house ringing downstairs. It was Wren, ringing to see whether Kolian hadn't made herself a fire and leaped into it. "The phone's ringing." he said flatly, pulling his hand away from hers and giving her an incredulous look before leaving the room.

((Dx))

The first thing Nerine did upon entering her room was to glance around, checking ot see whether anything else was missing; from the bright colored duvet on her bed to opening her cupboard. Nerine made a loud noise when she saw that her things had obviously been run through. "Damn." she muttered, shutting the door to the cupboard after pulling out her sewing kit. She sat on her bed, tucking her long curly blonde hair back while she waited for Thistle to pick up her rabbit stuffing with a raised eyebrow. The hunter then took the stuffing and the rabbit from the little vampire's hands before beginning to push as much of the stuffing back into the body of the doll. She then open the box of the sewing kit and began to sew up the hole on the body of the rabbit, her fingers moving swiftly up and down. While she sewed, she asked in a friendly tone. "So, Thistle. Where do you live?"

((...whoa.))

ooc::
this place is a graveyard...

On my part, I'm sorry I'm not on so often. School is getting really stressful, and I'm dealing with a bunch of stuff right now.

((T.T ditto. But I'm still checking in once in a while. ._.))

ooc::
Time to spill the beans. =3

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"I live in a biiiig house!" Thistle said, spreading her arms wide, beaming. She hopped on the bed with some difficulty. She dangled her legs off the edge, smiling at Nerine. She looked at the small stuffed bunny. "You know, you sew a lot better than Callum does." she chatted excitedly. "He's like my brother, except he's just the guardian of the house I live in." she said, bouncing up and down on the bed. The coiled springs of the mattress squeaked under her small weight. "I think you'd like him. He's the best person ever! Well, actually all the people living in my house are the bestest people ever!" Thistle's eyes twinkled, beaming. "Matthew's the funniest by far. He always is making jokes and is almost as hyper as Fern who loves to play pranks. I think they've pulled the world record for the craziest pranks by a longshot!" She said, smiling.

((Uh oh.))

Nerine smiled while Thistle talked, the bubbly little girl's voice amusing her and making her feel happier than usual. Her fingers continued to move swiftly, almost repairing the rabbit. She listened as Thistle said that she lived in a big house, that she sewed a lot better than Callum did. She stopped for a while when she heard that name, but after a while paused and went on, thinking that it wasn't that Callum, the leader of the Merrill coven. It had to be someone else. When the names of Fern and Matthew came in, Nerine froze and she stopped stitching up the rabbit. Her eyes went wide with recognition and she looked sharply at Thistle. Big house. Callum. Fern. Matthew. Nerine slowly put the needle down and continued to stare at Thistle for a moment, realization sinking into her that Thistle was just another leech that she had accidentally befriended before her voice whipped out, harsh and cold.

"When were you planning to tell me that you too were a vampire, Thistle?"

Thistle bounced up and down on the bed next to Nerine, eyes wide with anticipation. Her bunny was almost ready! It wasn't until Nerine's suddenly cold voice lashed out that Thistle froze, still as a statue. Her eyes moved up to Nerine's and zoomed back down again.
The phrase if looks could kill took on a whole new meaning in Thistle's mind. Thistle gave a small squeak of surprise and scampered off the bed, standing to face the vampire hunter. She stood with her small fists clenched at the sides of her frilly dress, her curls quivering in trepidation. Thistle furrowed her brow slightly.
"How…" she began, her bell like voice taking on a somewhat more mature tone than that of her child like trill. "How do you know I'm a vampire?" then she realized it probably wasn't best for a vampire to be answering a vampire hunter's question with another question. She flinched, as if Nerine was going to lash out at her again.
"I wasn't going to hurt you." Thistle said softly. "Honest, I wasn't…" Her honey brown eyes searched in Nerine's cold blue eyes, pleading for the hunter to believe her. "You saved me from the mean birds. It's not nice to repay someone who just saved you with sucking their blood."
Thistle gave another squeak, clapping a hand over her mouth, as if she said a swear word in front of a priest. Her small lovely face turned pale with worry and anticipation; staring unblinkingly, but not challengingly at Nerine, Thistle waited for the vampire hunter's reaction.

Time seemed to stop for the hunter. Emotions flashed across her face in a straight line; pain, anger, sadness, but it was anger that stood out the most. Her hands balled up into fists and her jaw clenched. She looked closely at Thistle; adorable face, copper curls, brown eyes; cute dress and Nerine felt a stab of pain as she recalled everything from just now. And she thought that at least she had someone to live for again when Thistle accidentally let the cat out of the bag. She was a leech. Beneath all those looks was nothing but something that she loathed and wanted nothing more than to kill. But how could she kill someone who looked six?

"How do I know?" she repeated. "Ask yourself that." she spat, glaring coldly at Thistle. When the little vampire went on as how she never wanted to hurt her and that it wasn't nice to repay someone by sucking their blood, Nerine felt herself shaking with indignation and her eyes narrowed to slits. "So if I hadn't saved you, you would have sucked my blood? I bet that once I was done with your rabbit you would have seen me as snack anyway." she snarled, her eyes traveling to the corner of the room where there was a stake leaning against the wall. Her thoughts were filled with fury that she couldn't even think straight. It was tempting to get up and pick up that stake, but she held herself from doing so. And finally, she spoke again. On normal occasions, she wouldn't have done this and would have used the stake instead, but she couldn't imagine herself plunging the weapon into Thistle's heart let alone hurt her.

"Get out."

Callum's footsteps were quick and his cheeks were flushed as he walked quickly, looking around the small town of rhyolite for a particular little girl. Thistle. Where could she have run off to? How many times did he have to tell her that it wasn't /normal/ for a girl that looked like she did to go out and walk around on her own? Callum sighed. He was a little tired of being a stressed out dad, and he realized that he needed some time to relax, but, whatever. He honestly felt like dealing with things like this was better for him than relaxing.
Callum's eyes scanned the playground and he frowned after a moment or two when he realized that none of those children were his. Well -- there were no children in this world that were "his" but he could still imagine that Thistle was like a daughter to him. He huffed slightly and walked past the playground, and made his way towards the other half of town. Just at that moment, he passed an orphanage. He looked up at the large building and he felt like if he were human he would've gone in there, just to adopt maybe one child and call it his.
He looked away. He was a vampire. How come he had such human wants and needs? He looked at the orphanage again and heard a familar voice, that anyone else passing wouldn't have heard. "Get out." Well, now he knew where that vampire hunter lived. He paused before he started to leave. Who exactly was in there, anyways? He glanced at the building and slowly walked away. Maybe he would see who Nerine was so angry with, come out of the orphanage, and maybe not.

(( geeze Callum. Stop being so nosy. XD ))

Sunny wrote:

2010. That meant close to four hundred years had flown by since he was KOed, or did he really get knocked out by newborns and had every single bone in his body broken? It was unbelievable, absurd. And not to mention ridiculous. Lionel allowed himself a snort. And coven life? What coven life? Oh, he needed a drink. "I didn't lose any of my memories." he glared, his tone sounding harsh, reverting back into the same grumpy, stubborn Lionel before he got involved with Kolian in the first place. He was about to say more when he heard the landline of the house ringing downstairs. It was Wren, ringing to see whether Kolian hadn't made herself a fire and leaped into it. "The phone's ringing." he said flatly, pulling his hand away from hers and giving her an incredulous look before leaving the room.

((Dx))

Kolian stared at his back blankly as he left, and her hand flew to the phone. She pulled it up and her eyes flashed. It was Wren on caller ID. "wren! Lionel's awake and he lost all his memories and he doesn't remember me or you or Rune or ANYTHING" Her voice was quick, yet she tried her best to make sure Wren could hear everything the first time. Kolian realized she was shaking, and her hands felt cold.
Her eyes darted up to look at the door. If you love something, let it go. If it doesn't come back to you, then it was never truly your's in the first place. The saying seeped into Kolian's thoughts and tears rose to her hazel eyes. No, she didn't want to let go. But she had to. She could be strong, but she could also maybe help him get his memories back, couldn't she? then he'd come back to her... he just had to come back to her. he loved her, didn't he? He always said he did... Kolian wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and stopped crying. It didn't mend her heart, but she would be okay, she would try to bring his memories back.

ooc:: geez, all these characters are getting their hearts broken at once haha

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Thistle's lower lip quivered, her eyes swelling with tears. She stood her ground, flinching as the air went cold with the hunter's rage. Her eyes widened with horror when Nerine suggested that she would be a snack after all. "No!" Thistle cried. "I would have never done that! I'm not a monster, Nerine!" Thistle's voice had taken on a maturity of one who'd lived through years of rejection and tiredness.
Thistle didn't ask to be this. She was so sick when she was a human. Always coughing and collapsing. Sometimes she could get the strength to move, but most of the time her movements were so thick, it was like she was trying to wade through mud. Despite all that, Thistle would give her life to have her family back.
"I don't want to be like this!" she averted her gaze. "I....I want my little sister back! I want my mom and my dad back!" she was about to say 'surely you can understand that!' but the mood didn't merit that now.
Tears fell out of Thistle's eyes. She clenched her fists in anger, partially at the fact that Nerine was judging her by who she was on the outside, not the inside. Partially because she hated what she was. Most of the time she tried to live it up instead of down. It would have helped if Nerine wasn't doing this. If s human could just accept and care for her, then maybe...just maybe the vampire species wasn't as bad as Thistle thought it was.
"Get out." Thistle practically felt the cold air icing around her. She flinched in fear before turning and bolting from the room as fast as she could go with humans around.
She squeaked in fright as she bumped into a small plump woman who was carrying  a basket of laundry. She had big brown eyes and a kind smile. A ringing sound of laughter emitted from the woman. It was too familiar. Thistle would remember that laugh anywhere. Thistle looked up. "Mama?" she whispered. No. It wasn't.
"Sorry!" Thistle choked out before running down the stairs and out the door. She crashed into a figure outside. Giving a startled yelp, Thistle turned to the figure, and saw who it was. She stood, trembling for a fraction of a second before running toward him.
"Callum!" she cried, tears flowing freely. She sobbed, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry...." she repeated over and over again, tears streaming down her face. She looked up at him with honey brown eyes. "I don't want to be a vampire anymore, make it go away!" of course she said this softly so no one but Callum could hear, but it was still soaked with grief and sadness.

((I want Wren's heart broken next. >D))

"About time you picked up." Wren snorted bitchily on the line, for that was her greeting especially when she was on the phone. She had been going to launch into a tirade about how Kolian was wasting her time and she wouldn't do this if Kolian wasn't accident prone, that Lionel was going to be fine and all that shit and plus Rune bugged her to no end if she didn't ring everyday which in turn irritated her when Kolian's voice, quick and breathless caused her to shut up and listen. On the other side of the line, her fingers were gripping her cell so hard until it almost shattered in her fingers in rage. The stupid redhead was awake and he didn't remember anything according to Kolian. Hell. "As expected." she finally said. "Where is he?"

Lionel wandered down the stairs, taking in every detail of the house before pausing in front of the kitchen. Like everything else, the place was extremely familiar yet he couldn't remember any details about it. Snorting, he turned his back and walked out the front door. He still retained his old habit of slamming doors behind him and the house seemed to shake when he walked out. On the other side of the line, Lionel's slam was loud enough to even reach up to his open room and to Wren. "Tell me that the idiot didn't go out." Wren muttered.

Whatever that Thistle replied was lost to Nerine's ears. The moment she had said those two words, everything else was deaf to her except the roaring in her ears and the pounding of her own heartbeat. This was hurting her. It was close enough for her to almost match the way she felt after she lost her family. She turned away from Thistle and stared out the window, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Hurried footsteps could be heard fleeing from her room as Thistle scampered away and down the stairs and out the door. She saw Thistle smacking into a familiar figure and Nerine's eyes narrowed. It was Callum, the leader of the Merrill coven. What was he doing here? 'Looking for Thistle I suppose. You can have her back now, Mr.Kind Bloodsucker.' she thought bitterly, shaking her head. She watched as Thistle sobbed into Callum, her face expressionless and turned away from the window. And the moment she did, a small tear fell from her eye. One happy day that had to end so quickly.

ooc::
I volunteer Leo!
Leo: ....I'm dead meat...
XP

((8D

Wren: ....go away pretty boy. =.=))

(( IDEA.
WHAT IF.
Wren came to get Lionel and Lionel fell for her then she fell for Leo then Leo saw kolian and fell for her????? And kolian still loves Lionel?! BWAHAHAHA. epic. Square. XD ))

Kolian's hands shook. "He left! please come and help me Wren!" she whined before she hung up and bounded downstairs. (( BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK. I don't want her to exactly attack lionel again so |D ))



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Callum blinked rapidly. Did he expect Thistle to come out of that orphanage? Definitely not. He picked her up anyways and cradled her like the child he felt she was. "Shh, it's alright. Everything will be alright. Don't say sorry. Let's just get home alright?" he smiled affectionately towards the young one. He didn't glance up at the window, but felt Nerine's cold gaze on him. He turned away, carrying Thistle on home to the Merrill house.



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Sol sniffled and buried her face into Stephen's shoulder. She cried, and it was almost like she couldn't stop. Eventually though she did come to a stop in her tears. Sol sniffled a bit and looked up at stephen. He was here for her when James and Jamie wasn't. Suddenly she felt herself leaning in and planting one sweet kiss on his lips. She felt breathless and confused. Why did she kiss him? She wasn't quite sure, but she... liked it.







(( YAY o .o
FIONA NEEDS TO GET ON TO CAUSE DRAMA BETWEEN QUILL AND AIMEE D| ))

((Panda...YOU'RE A GENIUS.

YESH YESH WE MUST DO THIS. XDD))

(( YAY!
that way, multiple hearts get broken. XDDD we're so cruel. x3 ))

(( x3 Everyone needs drama~ RIRI WHERE ARE YOU. God, I'm actually itching to type it now. xD

Lionel: 'Scuse me, I have plenty of that already k.
Wren: I create drama, dammit! Dx))

• occ •
HAI! Yes? Sorry, I'll post ^ _^
Oh, and Sunny, I deliberately made Thistle leave her bunny behind. We'll see what Nerine does with it.
Panda, you're absolutely evil

• bic •
Thistle cried into Callum's shoulder all the way home. She was absolutely miserable, the usually hyper and bouncy light gone from her eyes. "Why are we like this, Callum?" she asked softly. She sniffled. "Why do people hate us so much? Is it all our fault?" She looked over Callum's shoulder at the cars going by. The descending sun cast a beautiful shadow over the small town.

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Stephen patted Sol's shoulder, letting her cry. He wasn't expecting any words out of her, so imagine his surprise when Sol leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. His eyes went wide, and he looked down at her. He smiled. She was such a sweet girl, but in such a vulnerable state at the moment. As much as he wanted to lean down and kiss her with all his might, he stopped and only kissed her back gently. "C'mon." he helped her up and led her into the living room. He sat her down next to him on the couch and turned on the TV. He put a comforting arm around Sol, and turned on a movie.

• ooc •
sorry I've got block so I don't exactly know what to make Stephen do haha
Sunny, should I bring Leo in to see Wren? XDD