Roleplay

Matthew laughed a little. He listened to what she said, and slowly his face became grave. "of course..." he frowned. "i've considered her feelings a thousand times... I'm going to tell her as soon as I get home."
Matthew stoked Grace's hair and sighed. "even now I can't stop thinking about how she'll feel... Betrayed... Hurt." he shook his head and held her close. "I'm afraid to but I have to, you know? To save her a blow." he looked out into a street as a car zoomed by.
Fern. He loved her so much but maybe she wasn't right for him. He held onto grace tightly. He had known she was the one since eigth grade as a human, and there was no way those feelings could change now.

Aimee was sitting on a bench sipping her hot coffee. It was after dinner, and she had a large cylinder like baggage that held the folded up tent. It was taller than her, and definately somewhat heavier. It leaned agains the bench. Across her shoulder she held a laptop case, that looked much like a bag. It was her technology that she needed to have. Sitting beside her was her gymnastics bag. It held her sleeping bag, pillow, and what other little necessities she needed.
Aimee was waiting paitently for Quill and James to show. The bench she sat on was beside the forest trail they were to take. She had been informed that the vampire took several trips in and out of these woods. As she drank her coffee she thought about it. The sun started to touch the horizion and she watched the sky burst into beautiful flames.
Today, Aimee wore a tanktop and shorts her tanktop had a cute bear at the bottom hem, and her shorts were black Jean material. She ha her beanie hat on, and a choker neckalace so it wouldn't get in the way if she had to fight. The easband that Quill had bought her was twisted around her wrist. Luckily, it was one of those stretchy ones.
Aimee looked at it. For some reason she didn't want to go anywhere without the blue headband. It was almost as if Quill was with her when he had it on. Well, okay, not really, but it did give her butterflies when she thought of it.

Fern snorted, rolling her eyes. Looks like Vivian had a bad day too. It was obvious. She had been crying. It took all of Fern's willpower not to break down and start crying as well. She folded her legs up and placed her chin on her knees, looking like a distant, forlorn little pixie. Thinking of Matthew hurt her and she had already had a feeling that she wasn't the one for him. It was an unpleasant, ominous feeling and Fern felt as though she was slowly slipping away, breaking into tiny little pieces.

Fern sighed softly, rocking back and forth slowly. 'My life really sucks now.' she thought dryly. 'Cecil said that only time can heal this wound, but I hoped that I can recover from this fast. After all, I'm not even sure who Matt had chosen.'

"Bull.' her conscience spat. 'You already know.'

Yes, she did. But she was still uncertain.

"Do I look like someone who had a good day?" Fern replied dryly to Vivian. "Anyways..." she gazed up into the sky. "I think I already know who he has chosen."

"Oh. I am sorry." Cecil said when he realized that his head had been tilting to one side and when Sol moved it back into the position that she wanted and liked. He had been spacing out/ daydreaming again. This time it had been different. Instead of the usual, calm daydreams, he had been wondering about Fern. Her situation depressed him. He wanted to help her find a way out of it, but he knew that it wasn't his battle. She had to go through this herself and Cecil couldn't help hating himself for it- for not being there for her- for not being a brother.

I cannot fight that for her. he thought sadly.

He sat still, forcing his mind not to wander off again but he allowed his eyes to go blank as he faced Sol. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and right now he was wondering Why did I come here again?

Quill walked through town feeling utterly ridiculous with his duffel bag. While most of the inhabitants of Rhyolite walked with things stored in their pockets or small bags he walked with a considerably bigger black bag bouncing at his hip. The bag was half empty and hardly stuffed but it was one of the only bags he'd had on such short notice. One of the ones he'd used for his move to Rhyolite. Inside he'd packed a sleeping bag, some clothes, a flashlight and other things that Quill considered would probably be camping like.
Rather sadly Quill had to admit to himself being a true city boy. He'd never gone camping in his life. And sleeping at all outside in Baltimore seemed like a stupid idea in itself. He supposed if he had more attentive parents they might have taken him out of the city camping or something. But he didn't. So he was pretty much going off of horror movies 101.
Going through the park he felt a little less strange, the people fewing in numbers he got less stares in comparison. He saw Aimee up at the bench ahead it didn't look like James had arrived yet. "Hey," he said once in earshot. His hair was in it's usual fashion nothing out of the norm there. His T-shit was black, V-neck as always but nice and clean in comparison to the one that got ruined yesterday. He had on simple jeans, but in place of his usual sneakers were brand-new black hiking boots. They honestly weren't that new, he just simply never had an occasion to use them before.

ooc:
*Pokes head in again*
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Sol sketched quickly, and soon her quick sketching slowed as she added the details and shaded it in. She looked at Cecil, trying to capture his soul in her drawing. She wanted to have that blank, but thoughtful look in his eyes on he drawing.
"why'd you come here?" she asked. "I'm just curious, not to be rude." she added quickly. If he had not come to see Lionel, then why was he here. She figured that he and Lionel were best friends, as Kolian was a friend too, but maybe just not that close of friends.
Sol drew Cecil as he was. It was okay if he talked, she didn't mind a conversation while he was modeling. Besides, she needed friends, and what better than to talk with Cecil?

(( okay, on my phone I can't tell what's short and what isn't XD so... If this is short, I'm sorry ^^; ))

Grace sighed, her brown eyes following the cars. She watched the people's faces--staring straight ahead with their eyes and minds set on where they wanted to go. Sometimes infants had it made. They just lived their lives, laughing and learning. Not a care in the world about boys or about girls. Just learning with bright, open minds. Grace closed her eyes. Even though she wasn't the one that was going to tell Fern, she drew inside herself, cringing away from the growing guilt that was planted inside her. "My mother once said...you can't stop the ride. Only pull on the brakes and hope it stops in time. As much as you want to save her from hurting, there is no way to gentle break it to her. You can only soften the blow a bit."

'"Um." Cecil said, stalling for time as he struggled to find the right words. How was he going to explain this ti someone he barely knew? It was confusing, and awkward for him. Heck, it was always awkward for him when he talked, afraid that he might say something wrong and get an earful in return. He gazed out of the window again, not daydreaming but thinking of the right words to say. It was better off for him to say what was on his mind anyway.

"I suppose that all I needed was a distraction." he shrugged nonchalantly. It was the truth- he needed a break from all the drama going on back at Merrill. He felt overwhelmed by it and like Fern, he was on the verge of snapping. Cecil's temper rarely snapped- he had buckets of patience but the tension around him made him feel awkward and on the verge of flying off the handle.

Aimee looked up and noticed Quill comming up with his duffle bag. She smiled. "hi." she took her own gym bag and moved it to place near the giant tent holder so that Quill had a place to sit. "ready to go camping?" she asked, smiling. She was clearly egar for this occasion.
Aimee had gone camping a few times before. When she was little she had gone with her entire family, and a while back she had gone with just her brother. Both times she had gotten cold at night and ended up snuggling with her big brother. This time, she was smart. She brought her hat. If she wore a hat, her head would be warm. If her head was warm, she would be too.
Aimee also had packed everything - including the bug off stuff - that she needed. Her brother had even double checked her bag to make sure she had everything. He could be so protective sometimes. Or just cautious. She was fine, and he should know that by now.
Aimee finished the coffee and tossed it into a trashcan nearby. She couldn't wait to camp out here. More important though, her heart was hammering in fear about the vampire they had to track.

Matthew nodded. He understood. When he thought about fern now he was afraid. He dsnt want to break her heart. He never asked for this triangle. Just, one day Grace shows up and Fern gets jealous.
Who said he had to pick really? But he had anyway. He took in a slow breath ns let his feelings out along with it too.
Everything was so complicated on earth. Why couldn't he just sleep forever? That sounded nice. Just sleep. He could wake up when he got bored. Matthew smiled at the thought.

(( that feels hollow in content. >>; sorry ))

Vivian winced, looking at Fern. They were pretty much in the same boat. Wow, that just sucked to the max. Vivian could already tell the Merrill coven would have an overwhelmingly gloomy presence for quite a while.
She reached out with a damp hand and patted Fern comfortingly on the back. "And you think it's not you..." she said softly, her eyebrows knitting together and raising in a sad expression.
Vivian had stopped crying. She had ran out of tears, and now she was just tired. She stayed silent, comforting Fern, rubbing the girl's back. It was her big sister instincts kicking in--whenever her sister Trinity had been sad Vivian always had gone into her sisiter's room and either sung to Trinity, rubbed her back, or gave her a hot cup of chocolate milk. Most of the time it had been all three.

Quill sat down next to Aimee in place of he gym bag, "more or less," he answered truthfully. Looking over the park he looked for any sign of James, he didn't see him. Looking back at Aimee he smiled, "so is this supposed to be our awkward post breakup phase?" he asked. He of coarse was referring to their fake-breakup last night.

((Short, didn't know what to write. Sorry.))

"I don't think, Viv. I already know." Fern said, leaning onto her for comfort, her head resting on her friend's shoulder. Even though Fern had said that, she didn't feel on the verge of tears, she simply felt hollow and empty. It was as though someone had reached in and ripped a piece of her heart away. Fern also knew full well that it was only a matter of time before she too broke down like Vivian. But right now, her heart wasn't really accepting this fact- thinking that this was a cruel, lame joke. True acceptance came later and right now, Fern thought that she had already accepted this fact, but it was just her mind playing tricks with her.

"This sucks." she said tiredly, closing her eyes. "Someone I wished that we didn't move here. Then I would never have met him."

If she hadn't met Matthew, then she wouldn't be stuck in this situation now. Did she regret meeting him? She didn't know...

Sol smiled a bit as she drew him, but soon her smile faded. Distraction. "ah. Is it about fern?" she asked. Sol was not in their group at all. However, she did know about matthew and Fern and Grace. She barely know about callum, Vivian and Loretta, but she kept herself informed.
Sol finished up a sketch and flipped to a new page. "you can relax and pose however now, but make it relaxed and not stiff." she instructed him. She wondered how the two girl were doing.
Love triangles were intresting to watch if you were on the outside, but from the inside, all it was was trouble. She didn't want poor Cecil to be sucked into the maddness, but she figured he was Fern's brother, so it was bound to happen.
Sol was glad she wasn't in a love triangle. She had a boyfriend. But, of course he had to disappear on her. She missed him, and wondered where he was.

James walked to their rendezvous point. He was full from the steak he had to eat, and was now munching on a pink strawberry ice cream cone for desert. Carrying his bag in his left hand and the cone in his right, James was disturbingly aware of the stares he was getting. He was grumpy.
He'd walked into see his boss and gotten a facefull of his boss' anger, not to mention the spit his boss had thrown in his face while screaming profanities. Of course, not standing to be outdone, James had shouted right back, of course in Russian so he would only get suspended for a few days--not fired.
People stared at James. James glowered back in mid bite of his ice cream. "Can't a dude eat his ice cream in peace?"
Of course he would have attracted less attention if his pink ice cream wasn't eaten by a tough, muscled looking 17 year old, who could very well pass for a pirate if he really wanted to. He had the looks down to the small gold hoop earring and the scar marring his right cheek.
James arrived, and smirked. Awww, that was cute. The both of them together on the bench. Having half a mind to wait and see what would happen if he didn't show up for a little while, the thought was oh so tempting but James walked quietly behind them and waited a quiet beat before saying "Hi." in his tenor voice, still eating his strawberry ice cream.

(( it's fine ))

Aimee looked at Quill "ever been camping with friends only before?" she asked and smiled. She didn't know Quill had never been camping. She knew there was slight tension or something going on with Quill's parents and himself, but she didn't know what. Therefore she couldn't even make the assumption that he had never gone camping before.
Aimee listened to his last statement and laughed. "aw drop it." she said and smiled at him, nudging him slightly with her shoulder. "the pain is too great. I cried all night." she said and smiled, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him to show she was joking.
Suddenly, her pocket vibrated. Aimee was pulled out of her act and she pulled out her phone part way. She glanced at the text then out it back into her pocket. She then leaned her chin on her hand and looked at Quill critically, but with a smile. "how come every time I'm alone with you someone happens to see or figure out, then they think we were dating?" she asked, a smile on her face.
Aimee thought the kids were crazy, and it was written all over her face. "oh wait technically we were on a date. Psh." she laughed a little and leaned back in the bench, and kept an eye out for James.
Aimee jumped slightly when James said "hi" out of nowhere. She smiled. "James! Annnddd pink ice cream." she said as she turned around. She looked at him for a long time and laughed. "aww you look so cuuuutteee." she teased. She couldn't help it. Someone like James with pink ice cream.
"I came with coffee and you come with pink ice cream." she said and giggled, she couldn't let it go. It was definately adoreable to her.

Meanwhile, Grace sighed, doing her best to push aside her guilt for now, closing her eyes again sleep clouding her eyes again. She was almost back in her dream of sunflowers and raindrops. She needed blood. If she was getting this tired, something was obviously wrong. Grace groaned and climbed off of Matthew's lap, holding out her hand to him. "I'm gonna go get something to drink. "Wanna come with?" she smiled.

((I'm same as you, Panda--on me phone. If this is short , sorry ))

"Never been at all," Quill had said airily to the comment. The fact that he'd never been camping didn't bother him all that much. It made him a little bit anxious but nothing he couldn't handle. In response to the people watching them and assuming things he just smiled and and commented that some people really needed to get their own social life.
When James snuck up behind them out of reflex Quill's hand went up about to hit him, but recognizing the voice seconds after he dropped in just in time. "Ehh sorry," he said looking at his hand. He glanced at Aimee in her reaction. He got a 'hey' and Jame's got an 'ekk your soooo cute'. Throughly noted.

Cecil narrowed his eyes. Sol knew. Of course she did. Everyone knew. Well, not everyone but even vampires from other covens had heard about the love triangles. Drama was everywhere, and the source of it was unfortunately at Merrill. He wondered how she found out, but he guessed that gossip flew everywhere in this town and within five minutes it would have already reached someone's ears. Originally, Cecil hadn't meant to be a part of any of the triangles, but his sister's depression had the same effect on him. When she was hurt, he felt hurt too.

"I wonder how you knew." he replied, crossing his legs and not knowing that he was now currently looking like an elegant, gentlemanly young man.

(( XDD awww poor Jealous Quil.
Well, you have to admit. A pirate looking dude comming with PINK ice cream is cute. XDD ))

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Oh I admit it, to bad Quill can't. xD

Vivian listened to Fern, and sighed heavily. After thinking, Vivian shook her head. "Fern, I don't think you mean that." she said. "Picture what life for you would be like if you hadn't come. I can't exactly imagine what a day would be without you stomping around, wether your mad or just overly excited." Vivian laughed at the latter. "But also, think of what Matthew would be without you. He would have no one to joke around with. He wouldn't have an outlet for all that energy, and I shudder to think what would happen if you either wouldn't be here or left. Grace and Matthew have a different connection than you and Matthew, but each bond is just as strong as the others. Just in a different way, you see?" Vivian said quietly, speaking as she thought. She kept rubbing Ferns back, leaning her head on Fern's. "Of course it's understandable for you to feel gloomy--it's natural...if you weren't, I'd be very worried."

Matthew took Grace's hand and stood, then shook his head no in response to her offer. "I'd love to, but it's late" he flashed her a smile. "I should be getting home. Plus, I need to talk to Fern..." he made a small frown and then looked at Grace once more. "I'll be back to visit soon. Or feel free to visit Merrill." he said. He stood up straight and gave her a kiss. "goodnight." he said, and smiled. He turned to leave

(( ew. I KNOW that was short. o .o ))

((James; =_= shut it, it's my favorite flavor
Me: awwwwww -tackleglomp- XD so cute!
James: gerofff me woman))