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Post by Kyla Larsen. on Jan 24, 2009 19:00:29 GMT -5
{ ooc| woo! party time! }
The music seemed to pulse through the house like a living thing, the thudding of the base making water ripple if it was close enough to the speakers. People were everywhere, most of them scantily clad and clutching at red plastic cups filled with things of questionable legality. Well, at least for those under the age of 21 which most everyone was around here seeing as it was a party being thrown by high schoolers. Half of them knew the name of their host, but the other half didn't. Not that anyone (including the host) gave a damn. It was a party after all, and that was all that mattered. People came to get drunk and have a good time, at least until the party ended. Or until the cops showed up. However, seeing as the location of the party was a large, two story house located on a hill, surrounded by dense forest (that and the neighbors were too far away to complain) pretty much made them safe in regard to cops showing up. So long as no idiot tried to call them for something at least. Which was entirely possible if something bad went down, and something almost always went down. Teenagers and alcohol didn't exactly add up to the most stable combination. Especially when they got absolutely plastered and found their boyfriend or girlfriend making out with someone else on the couch.
But so far the party had avoided anything bad happening, although seeing as it was cheerfully making its wild way to the zone of drunkeness that wouldn't last long. Especially seeing as both vampires and werewolves were present that evening. Not that any of the humans knew that. They just enjoyed themselves, oblivious to the presence of superhuman things in their midst. Pretty much all of the girls were dressed to impress, wearing clothes that barely looked like they were even clothes, all of them trying to flaunt whatever they had for some sort of cut throat competition between them and the other girls. Except for one girl, anyway. She was dressed in a surprisingly modest fashion, seeing as her ruffly black skirt was knee length and she was wearing a simple steel blue t-blouse to go with it. A silver charm bracelet glinted on her wrist, along with a clunky bracelet composed of gray beads. In comparison to everyone else she looked particularly out of place, not that she noticed or cared, seeing as she was currently on the lookout for someone.
Her lip twisted down in a slight frown as she stood on tip toe, craning her neck to look over the throngs of people as she tried to spot him, although she didn't. Sighing slightly she detached herself from her safe spot by the wall and started to weave through the people crowding the living room, occasionally raising herself to tip toe to peer over the bobbing heads before she went back down again and scowled with slight disapproval as she carefully wove her way through the crowd.
"If he's doing what I think he is, I'm going to kill him." she muttered darkly to herself after she finally managed to shove herself out of the throng. She paused to straighten her tank top and skirt before she walked purposefully through the kitchen, ignoring the couple who were happily eating each others faces in a corner as she hopped up the steps two at a time to the upper floors. If he was anywhere he'd be there, and she knew he would be at the party. She'd heard him mention it before after all.
Little did she notice that a very drunk gentleman had noticed her and was proceeding to follow her up the stairs. For all her blessings, Vivy could be unobservant sometimes.
The smell of booze was already invading Clary's nose and she immediately made a face and rolled up the window. Not that it made any difference. She shrank a little in her seat, her nose crinkling in distaste. She honestly couldn't see the attraction alcohol had for people. Out of all the things she'd tried, it had to be the nastiest. And it didn't even really make you happy, it just made you stupid and incapable of dealing with yourself. Not to mention it made you make very, very stupid decisions which Clary simply did not tolerate. However, given what she did instead of alcohol, who was she to judge those who drank? To each his own, or something.
It had taken a little while to convince Ellie to take her to this party. But after some begging and the use of a few guilt trips Clary had managed to cajole her friend into taking her. She got to pull the old "but if you don't take me I can't get there, and I miss spending quality time with you" card. Clary despised guilting Ellie into doing things but tonight was a special case. After the whole hidden letters fiasco Clary just needed something to get the edge off, and a party was the only place that could provide it. She had been spending too much time at Ellie's house complaining and generally feeling sorry for herself while she avoided Conner, so tonight she was going to get her cure and then go home. Maybe. If she felt like it, depending on whether or not if her cure worked like she wanted it to. That and it would be hard to obtain it with Ellie keeping an eye on her like a hawk. But all Clary had to do was get Ellie onto the dance floor, and then she'd be as free as a balloon whose string had been cut.
Relatively speaking anyway.
"Thanks so much for this Ellie. And thanks for putting up with me for the past few days." [/color] she said quietly, sounding genuinely grateful. Which she was, honest. Ellie had helped her put herself back together again like she always did, which just made Clary feel even more indebted to her and even more incredibly grateful that she had such a good friend. Honestly, who else would have been willing to take in their friend, no questions asked, when they needed help? Only Ellie, that was who. That and she'd been gracious enough to help Clary pick out her outfit for the evening. The outfit that Ellie had put together for her consisted of a pair of black short shorts that exposed her much more of Clary's legs than she was used to, and a lacy, dark purple tank tank top which cut a bit further down than Clary was used to. Still, the outfit had been one of the conditions for Ellie's services as driver, and even though Clary had been reluctant at first she decided her cure was worth whatever price she'd have to pay. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by audrey joy black on Jan 25, 2009 15:23:56 GMT -5
[Yay shortness. =x To be fair SOMEONE kept pestering me to throw something in, haha]
”The fuck do you mean we’re done with the vodka already?” [/color] The boy gave her a sheepish shrug and walked off into the mass throng of sweaty bodies in sync to the beating of music. Audrey would have probably noted his face - or even gotten the kid’s name – to get back at him later for just turning his back on her in her time of need, but at the moment she was far too in the range of ‘incapacitated’ to try. You see at parties Audrey was either one of two things: calm, collected, and barely buzzed with the murderous intent to ruin someone she knew at said party. Or, option two, drunkenly wasted out of her own mind… which, she was starting to get there. Or would have if they had stronger alcohol. So it seems that Audrey would have to live with just being drunk, not completely trashed as she would have preferred. At least, for the luck of many La Push and Forks students, she didn’t seem so focused on being a complete bitch tonight. I mean, why be so focused on that when she could just thrust her hand into the chest of ice and grab herself a nice can of beer? Using her nails to open it successfully, Audrey winced at first; beer so wasn’t her exact prime choice of alcohol. She liked saying beer was for losers watching football or people too dirt poor to afford anything else. Taking a sip of the fizzy drink, Aud rested against the counter, blurrily trying to figure out of a certain Hale girl had chosen to arrive yet. It struck her as odd – not to mention incredibly foolish, considering it was Audrey and hadn’t she not viciously rat on Conner for his own misdeeds not too long ago? – that Clarissa would admit to not wanting Dakota watching over her tonight. At first she assumed she just was tired of him being around all the time – before realizing that was probably not the case. Couldn’t imprinted couples love nothing more than being in the company of their imprintee or something equally stupid of a thought? No, there had to be some sort of hidden reason that ‘sweet ‘n innocent’ Clarissa Hale was coming to the party tonight, and Audrey was sure it wasn’t for a night of dancing. But, instead, it was at this moment she chose to address the boy who had been warily watching her down her shots and eyed the beer on the counter carefully. ”Ashleyyy,”[/color] she drawled, reaching out her hand to squeeze his; friendly affection, of course, ”Thanks for coming with me tonight, I don’t know where Liz is and nothing spells out ‘loser’ more than someone drinking alone.”[/color] Audrey paused for a beat. ”I guess it could spell out ‘date rape victim’, too, but that doesn’t matter cause I know you’re here.”[/color] She used her free hand to sip more of the beer, swaying slightly before resting her back against the counter again to keep her steady. The Black sister watched the door with precision, however – a guest was to arrive that would wish by the end of the night that Audrey didn’t watch out so much for kin.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by melody rochelle buckner. on Jan 25, 2009 16:25:32 GMT -5
[ooc: whoo, shorty post! xD]
It had taken a whole lot of convincing and nudging and maybe a bit of guilt from Clary (and Nikki, who hated seeing Ellie mope as much as Clary did and had practically forced her out the door) to get Ellie where she was now, driving Clary to a party in Port Angeles. She had insisted on being able to pick Clary's outfit, though, and it wasn't something she usually would have picked - but it was a party. Ellie's outfit, though, was a bit less showy; jeans with white patches (and a silky white flare bottom) and a white spaghetti strap top that was barely a v-cut and was decked in glitter. It was practically the only party outfit she owned, aside from a short black skirt that also went with her shirt, and plum-colored strapless dress (which she hadn't worn since meeting Serge). It just didn't feel right to even be going to the party, but Clary had to get there somehow and Ellie knew why she wanted to party. Her fingers were gripping the steering wheel a bit too hard, however, and she smelled the alchohol about the same second Clary did.
Alchohol was not something Ellie liked, and if you had a beer in your hand she wouldn't even talk to you. She knew exactly what kind of stupid decisions people made under the influence, and she didn't to make those mistakes herself. Plus, she'd never exactly enjoyed the taste of beer or anything. She kept her eyes trained on the road when Clary spoke and sighed. "You're welcome. And we have to put up with each other; that's what friends are for, right?" she replied, frowning as she parked a bit away from the party house. "Ugh. Do I really have to go in, Clary?" she asked, sniffing the air. Both windows were rolled up and she could still smell the beer. She could also hear the music, but this just didn't feel right. Maybe she wasn't in a party mood or whatever, but she had feeling Clary was going to drag her out of the car. Still, she left her seatbelt on and didn't open the door; she simply turned the car off and pocketed the keys.
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Post by Mara "Lizzy" Myles on Jan 27, 2009 11:14:24 GMT -5
Mara wasn't one to pass up the opportunity to party, even if she didn't feel completely up to it. She spent at least an hour deciding on whether she would go to the big party in Port Angeles. Once she decided, she quickly got ready, making sure to dress in her party wardrobe, still using different textures and colors to detail the outfit. After getting ready, she jumped into her silver Hummer and made her way there. It didn't take her very long, since her driving was pretty crazy, but it did take her a little while to find the area the party was at. When she found it, she parked her car across the street, grabbed her keys and put them in her pocket before she entered the party. Immediately, she got a few looks - some good, some bad, but she was use the all of them. When she saw Audrey, she smiled. She figured it would be a nice surprise to show up and hang with her. She had originally planned on staying home, but decided against in too late to call and tell Audrey. In this loud music, Audrey would never have heard Liz calling in the first place.
When she walked through the door, she immediately noticed Audrey, obviously far into her night of drinking, as she knew there were only two types of ways that Audrey would spend an evening at the part, and no one seemed to have been tortured and crying their eyes out yet. And since she looked too comfortable close to a good amount of poorly chosen alcohol, it must be that she was getting a head on her drinking rendezvous she sometimes had. Mara was absolutely inclined to join her on this venture, but sadly, she didn't know if that would be wise at this party. Although it had only started, she could already sense things she wasn't particularly sure should be handled why drunk. Mostly her intuition was keeping her from doing what she wanted - something she didn't often deal with easily, not getting what she wanted that was. She figured that maybe she could just drink some and then handle any craziness that could or might occur as the night progressed. She might be self centered a majority of the time, but she certainly wouldn't let anything escalate to the point it would effect her night, or the few people she enjoyed being around.
"Well well Audrey - drinking without me? I feel replaced." she joked, looking at the beer Audrey was drinking. It would be foolish for anyone to believe Mara could be replaced as Audrey's partner in crime by anyone, much less a drink.
She took her place next to Audrey, after of course finding some alcohol that was worth their time to drink. She handed a glass to Audrey, and then proceeded to pour her own and drink it. This night would certainly be interesting, but the night would be better now that Audrey and Mara were united in one place. Oh what fun.
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Post by Clarissa Hale on Jan 29, 2009 1:57:48 GMT -5
The moment the car's engine stopped growling Clary sat a bit straighter in her seat, her ears wide open as she scrounged among the noises of the house. For the most part all she could catch was the roaring racket of the music, although she was able to pick out little bits and snippets of conversation. The blessings of her genes (Was it really a blessing? [/color]) were enough to make her be able to have hearing on the level of a vampire, perhaps even a bit better, because her werewolf senses already enhanced everything. Add that on to her body trying to compensate for her lack of sight and you had one very good listener. Not that Clary wouldn't give it all up to be able to see when she wasn't shifted, instead of just through the eyes of her pack mates. Not that there was any cure for her condition, and if there had been she had long since past the date where the problem could have been fixed. No, she was blind for good, and that was a fact she'd simply have to cope with. Even if it meant that she would never see Dakota. Even if it meant that she would never see he brother's face except from another's perspective, and even then it was usually the face of a wolf seeing as he was generally shifted when he was around shifted pack mates. At least her visual memories of her brother were better than what she'd seen of Dakota. She barely suppressed a shudder when she thought of those. They brought up memories from when she'd thought he'd died. From the day everything nearly fell apart. Clary's teeth snapped together as her hands suddenly folded in her lap, her nails pressing hard into her palms. Not hard enough to bite and draw blood though, of course, that would make Ellie worry. But just enough so that she could hold herself together, and keep those memories out. She didn't want to think about that night, not tonight. Tonight she was going to have fun, let loose, and finally relax. Tonight was her night. A sheepish little smile was what Clary offered to Ellie's first comment and she nervously reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I guess.. doesn't make me feel any better about imposing on you though. I really owe you one Ellie, friends or no, most people would have kicked me out of the door after the first few days." She looked down at her hands, having the sense to look at least a little abashed for her less than stellar behavior. Most of the first few days had been made up of lots of tears, ranting, and general moodiness. And moody werewolves were never a good thing to have around. Still at least she'd kept herself from smashing anything right? "You don't have to go in if you don't want to, but I'm going in. I'll understand if you want to go for a drive or something and come back later. No worries Ellie." The sunny smile that she showcased to her friend (hopefully) made what she said seem sincere. Actually, she did mean it. Without Ellie watching she wouldn't have to worry about lighting up as much. She leaned over to give Ellie a quick hug before she opened the door and clambered out, carefully working her way (although she was still a bit clumsy) toward the house, the amount of noise making the trip a bit easier than usual. She made it to the door without too much trouble, paused to turn around and wave in the car's general direction, and then shoved the door open before she ducked inside. The reeking stench of beer and sweat filled her nose and made it crinkle up in distaste. Thankfully those near the door were either too drunk or too absorbed in whatever they were doing to notice her and she gratefully slipped by, managing to weave her way through the crowd based on touch and by scent. Oddly enough she was better at navigating through crowds than through a big open space. Maybe that saying "practice makes perfect" had something to do with it. Listening intently to her surroundings all the while Clary wove her way through the crowd, trying her best to pick the sweet smell she was seeking out of all the other smells that were overloading her brain. Needless to say, she didn't have too much success at first. But that didn't mean she was giving up just yet now did it?
Ash hated parties. Correction. Ash despised parties. Loathed them with the fury of a thousand burning suns. Or maybe a million suns. Whatever. He never could remember that particular saying. And who really cared about details anyway? The fact was that he hated parties, and that was all there was to it. So why was he even there in the first place? Surprisingly that question had an extremely easy answer. It was even one word, how handy. Audrey.If it wasn't for Audrey, Ash would not have been caught dead within ten miles of the party. Parties required you to be social, which Ash hated, and parties required you to flirt, which Ash also disliked. Parties also required you to drink and act like an immature moron ( Excluding Audrey.. maybe.[/color]) and that was something that Ash just detested. Quite frankly he didn't see the appeal of getting so drunk that you couldn't tell a cat from a mop, walk in a straight line or be able to speak in a coherent fashion. That and it made you do stupid things you would never, ever, ever do while sober. But that was just his opinion. (That and he'd read that drinking could permanently damage your liver and your brain. And Ash was not about to pay the medical bills to fix those, that would cost too much.) And even while he hated drinking he somehow managed to be as docile as a lamb while his best friend was chugging everything even remotely alcoholic in sight. Specifically shots of vodka. He'd seen her down nearly a bottles worth of those things, or more. And still he hadn't said anything. Why? Because it was her own damn body and she had a right to fuck it up if she wanted. And seeing as she was determined to damage it, who was he to judge? But even his cold, collected reasoning couldn't keep him from watching her intently, not to mention warily, making sure she didn't drink so much that she'd kill herself. And he'd know, seeing as he was somehow managing to do mental calculations of her blood alcohol level based on the amount of alcohol she'd been drinking and the percent alcohol it was. It wasn't an exact science by any means (he could be very, very off) but at least he'd been in the ballpark range if she got close to alcohol poisoning. And then at least he could make himself useful and stop her from offing herself. He would not let that happen. If she didn't want to take care of herself, he'd take care of her for her. Albeit in a secretive and not exactly obvious way. Not a word escaped him when she reached forward to squeeze his hand, although he felt warmth rising up on the back of his neck ( What the heck was that?[/color]) in addition to a very funny, not altogether "friend"ly emotion that flashed through him like fire at her touch. But he dismissed that quick, and forgot it about it just as fast. He shrugged a little in response to what she said, his expression rather blank as per usual. "No worries Bradley. It's what friends are for right?"[/color] Like I'd let anyone touch you.[/color] The moment she swayed a little his hand detached from hers to grab on her shoulder instead, steadying her before she leaned against the counter. The moment she did that his hand retreated, resting again on the counter. The arrival of the other girl made Ash move the tiniest bit back to give them space. If needed he would disappear, seeing as he didn't want to improve on their "female bonding" or whatever they were going to do. Generally when they got together, what they did was never anything good. Hence why Ash wanted to back away slowly. But he didn't. Or he couldn't, rather. It'd be a crime to leave her here, where I can't keep an eye on her. I'm sticking around for her own good, that's it.{ ooc| short is prolly good. Keeps things going fast. :3 } [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by jace on Jan 29, 2009 23:42:05 GMT -5
Why had he gone and showed up, he had no idea. Maybe it was to make sure that Vivy would not get herself into too much trouble, or maybe to make sure he could keep other people out of her danger range. And then, of course, there was this amount of people, where someone would probably end up spiking the punch. Which as much as this male would love to still taste the vodka, or the rum, or brandy, whatever these humans had decided to put in there. He knew that it would probably go horridly wrong, and then Vivy would probably end up tackling him and questioning him about his drug intake that night. Oyvey, that was like what happened almost every time they saw each other. Mentally pounding on his head, he knew that he would have to break free of this girl at some point, there would have to be some way to get rid of her. Without her some how magically appearing right where he was, and be able to hunt him down. And then receive another lecture, about how drugs were back for you, and that one day it could kill him, or it would break his penis.
Psh. Too bad he was already dead, he had nothing to worry about. Not that this human girl would ever really know that, not as long as he could help it anyway.
Ah yes, enter drug addict Jace Lucvii, the high school graduate. Someone who was supposed to be attending the local collage, as a freshman. Though he had only ever attended one or two of the classes, and he was sure that the school was rather close to kicking him out. Not his problem, he would just have to make sure that other people thought that he was actually going to the school he said he was, and manage to maintain somewhat of the same diet that he had over the last couple centuries. Although the closer he got with the crazed blond-brown haired girl, the more he found her both desirable for her blood, but also he wanted to make sure that he would find someone that she didn't know. That she wouldn't care about, and maybe feed off of them, and with all these girls coming around with their short skirts, and barring their necks to everyone. He was finding his temptation to be hard enough to fight, even if he had decided to go a head and hunt down a deer earlier that night, in hopes of keeping control.
Besides, it wasn't like he could just light up right here, and hope that Vivy wouldn't be able to pick up on it. Not unless she was incredibly distracted, though some how, Jace doubted that was possible.
His nose cringed, the desire to suck out the blood of someone else disappearing as he glanced around the room. Werewolves. He could smell them, and he was sure that anyone else who walked in as a Vampire, they would be able to smell them as well. This so called party, had just gone from only half decent, to probably the worst possible thing. Resisting the urge to draw attention towards himself, or any of the other, non-humans here, he slinked off towards the side. Quietly looking around for a moment, trying to pin point just where those stupid, overly hairy beasts where, at least this way eh would be able to keep an eye on them. Pale blue eyes searched, hand clenching and unclenching for a moment, as he tried to keep himself in check. "Come now Jace, you told her that you would behave."[/color] murmuring this under his breath, a low bit of a growl escaping his lips once he pin pointed a couple of the wolves, both female. Almost as if he knew where she had been all this time, he looked up from the ground and over towards the stairway. Taking note of the male who had decided to follow her and he groaned under his breath. "Stupid Vivy."[/color] pushing his way through the crowd he was sure that he knocked over a couple of the already tipsy girls, walking over to the stair case he paused for just a brief moment. Questioning himself before deciding that it would be better to not have his brain going while he silently followed the two, now moving up the stairs, inhaling a deep breath to keep himself from doing anything stupid just yet. -------------------------- Slowly arching her eye brow as she glanced towards the dark haired male, "Someone seems rather moody."[/color] Though her attention was then drawn away from him as she moved past him, quietly looking around the room. Way to many people here for her taste, not that the brunette could claim that she really knew any of them all that well, or that she could claim that she knew their names. Even though she was sure that she knew at least a couple of them from around the area, but that hardly meant that Delia was about to go up and have a conversation with any of them. Biting the bottom of her lip Delia could feel herself feel slightly self conscious when it came to all of these other girls around her, seeing as how she had chosen to just wear skinny jeans and then a pale blue tank top that clung to her body. The type of thing that Delia would wear at any other time, even though one of her friends had told her she would never get laid if she didn't start showing off more of her assets. Like she was really going to go and do something like that, just because her friend thought that every girl should be having sex at this age. Although, Delia thought that most of the girls probably already had lost their virginity here, or would at least by the end of the night. Just depending on how wasted they got, and who their friends were, or if they, while even drunk, weren't ready to have sex. "Augh! Stop it!"[/color] her hands coming up come up and slap each of her cheeks a couple times before then stopping. Her cheeks now holding a bit more of a pink color to them, but she didn't seem to pay much mind to the light sting that they were giving off either. Groaning under her breath slightly she scanned the room for a moment, before then seeing the area where she had seen people grabbing their typical red cups. Which held their drinks of choice, moving over to where it was she took note of what the unfamiliar female had said about there being no Vodka left. Delia wrinkled her nose a bit, before then reaching over, taking another one of her drinks of choice and putting some of it into the cup that she had claimed as he own. Taking a bit of a sip of the strong drink, that made her cringe at the first taste of it, before it seemed to settle a in her a brief moment later. Delia would have to make sure that she held onto her drink, no way would she put it down somewhere until she had finished with it. And then she would have to hope that these people had an unlimited supply of cups, not just for her, but for all the other people who lose their cups. There has to be at least one person here that I at least know a little bit, shouldn't there?[/color] Delia found herself thinking as she moved away from the more crowded area of the room. More towards the side of the room, back over towards the wall for the time. Biting the bottom of her lip for a moment before she then brought the honey colored drink back to her lips as she took another slip sip from it. Head nodding to the beat of the music that seemed to be playing in the background. Shifting from her spot a bit she scanned the room, for probably the hundredth time, something that she would continue to do throughout the night most likely. Maybe she would be able to strike up some sort of odd conversation with someone, whether or not she knew them all that well. It would simply mean that she would have an oppertunity to make more friends? Isn't that right. The question was, if she drank as much as she normally did, would she even remember who that person was the next day? [/sup]
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Post by audrey joy black on Jan 31, 2009 17:04:04 GMT -5
Completely oblivious to her best friend’s obvious discomfort in such a social setting, it wasn’t exactly a surprise either that Audrey didn’t care to notice Ash’s watchful eyes with every sip of her drink. She did roll her eyes, though, at his nickname for her; as she had stated many times before, how the hell could you get Bradley out of Audrey? It didn’t make sense, and while she might have handicapped anyone else who would dare to call her such – she let Ash if it made him content to have something to hold over her head, much like she did with her own, much more realistic nickname. She felt his hand shoot out to steady her before she had leaned back down on the counter, and she shook her head back and forth. ”You know what I think, Ash?” [/color] she blinked at him, trying to put him into focus as there seemed to be two of him; it wasn’t her fault she was kind of the lightweight… well not really considering the bottle was done, but anyway, ”You’re a really, really good friend. You kinda worry way too much but it’s kay.”[/color] The young werewolf’s attention soon was diverted as a flash of red hair stumbled past them, the girl’s grip steady on some boy’s hand as their activities would be more than predictable tonight. Her mouth opened, and a flash of fury passed her eyes. ”Hey! I think that’s the bitch that pushed you into the lockers the other day!”[/color] she yelled, indignant; it was too bad parties tend to be obnoxiously loud, so no one that wasn’t close by heard her, ”You slut! Wait till I get my hands on…”[/color] Audrey attempted to stand independently on her own and ended up leaning back on the counter again. Or not.[/color] The arrival of her partner in crime, though, was too much to resist. ”Darling, I assure you: you are the epitome of irreplaceable,”[/color] she grinned, giving her a one-armed hug before settling back and watching her rummage and find – with that amazing ability of hers – the best poison available for the night. At least the kind that was legal when you turned twenty-one, though Audrey never really messed with anything past that; an experiment or two, maybe, but otherwise no. Mara Elizabeth Myles: truly, the only pack member she could stand longer than five seconds. Even though it was mostly Audrey that annoyed the others with the ‘I-hate-being-a-werewolf’ mentality, the fact she had Liz by her side made things ten times better. The humans - their classmates especially – recognized them, and gossiped frequently. ‘They did this’ and ‘they did that’; they flirted shamelessly and when they worked together to bring someone down? They were the most dangerous duo you could ever cross paths with, and Audrey was only too proud to carry that title. She was in the middle of taking a swig from the drink Liz gave her when a subtle scent among all the sweat, alcohol, and drugs reached her nose. It was in these circumstances, where, being a werewolf with all the enhanced senses, wasn’t too bad actually. So as Audrey’s nose first alerted her, it was blind eyes navigating particularly well through the dancing crowds that caught her watchful gaze. She straightened in posture, a sudden soberness as she focused on her new game; it was always like this with Audrey. The girl could be having the time of her life, but snap back to seriousness when she needed to be. Her eyes never leaving Clary, Audrey leaned in to Liz’s ear. ”Looks like my assignment finally arrived,”[/color] she murmured quietly. Her suspicions were usually right about people, and if she was, her brother’s girlfriend wasn’t here for pure purposes.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by kody mason alexander. on Feb 1, 2009 17:57:35 GMT -5
The scent of alchohol was really starting to get to her, but she could practically feel the music pulsing at the same time. Not just pulsing, but calling to her. Ellie was a dancer at heart and she knew it, but would she be able to get into it this time? She glanced at the house again and sighed, as if knowing her mind had already been made up when she'd been forced out the door. "Well Kate wanted to, but Nikki and Cassie backed me up and said you could stay. Nikki loves you, you know. She hates watching me mope, too, and hse's glad Serge isn't the only person I need in my life outside of her and Cassie and them. And she thinks you're pretty cool," she told Clary. It wasn't exactly the greatest place to tell her that, but the context had reminded her and she didn't know what else to say. She laughed when Clary suggested going for a drive and rolled her eyes, though Clary couldn't see that.
"Me, go for a drive? That's more boring than just sitting here. But I guess you and Nikki have a point in dragging me here, so I'll go in. But if you can't smell me or anything, check the car, okay?" To anyone else, the words would have sounded quite odd, but anyone who knew Clary knew why Ellie had said them. That was the only words she needed to tell Clary before returning the hug and stepping out of the car herself, though she leaned back against it and let her friend get a head start inside. Tonight, Ellie didn't have to be around Clary, and she didn't want to walk in and have people tease Clary for having a bodyguard or something idiotic like that. Ellie didn't even look her age, none of the girls in her family but Nikki did, but that was her werewolf genes shining. She watched Clary slip through the door and sighed, double checking her outfit before finally walking up and slipping into the house as well. She didn't see Clary, which was good, but she had no one else to look for. She really hadn't thought this night through, or at least that was what was running through her head as she tried to get away from those by the door who reeked of beer.
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Blake had been reluctant to lend him the car for the night, but a bit of begging and whining and his twin had handed over the keys. They shared the car with the whole family, but Blake had been planning to use it to do some shopping ("I'll do the shopping, too, dude, I swear!") and Kody hadn't actualy known that - or payed attention when his aunt had made the request. So the not so little car, which on rare occasions held six people, was currently parked outside of the party house, and the senior who had been driving it was making his way up the drive, taking his sweet time to get inside to the music and the beer, the latter of which he was none too fond of. Not for any particular reason, only that underage drinking was about the stupidest thing in his head, as well as excessive drinking. He didn't exactly stay away from alchohol himself, but he didn't really get drunk, since it wasn't the most appealing taste ever. He weaved his way through the crowd, not really knowing what he was looking for, until he saw quite a familiar male face. Kody and Ashton weren't best friends or anything, but thye did talk sometimes and they saw each other at school - so Kody made his way over there, only then seeing the two females. He might know them and he might not, and he didn't really care. He wasn't here for girls.
Seeing Ash surprised him, though, which might have had something to do with his greeting. "So who dragged you here? And if no one did, did you finally figure out parties aren't half bad?" he asked, his voice not necessarily loud - just loud enough to be heard over the music. Kody wasn't a party boy by any means, he didn't go to parties and do what half the people here were going to end up doing, he just came to hang out and have fun. Not to mention parties were the perfect place to get ammo for a practical joke that involved someone else, and that was exactly Kody's type of thing. He had a grin on his face as he thought about that, and his eyes scanned the room once before landing back on the girls, then Ash. "So do you know them, or did you just end up by them? They look sort of familiar," he muttered. Maybe they go to the high school? It was a possibility. La Push High wasn't big by any means, but Kody still didn't know half the people there.
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Post by Clarissa Hale on Feb 1, 2009 19:00:18 GMT -5
{ ooc| not my best post ever. but you'll survive. Besides, the shorter the posts are, the faster this goes. xD }
"I know you're here Jace! Come out and put out your joint!" [/color] Maybe calling that down a clearly empty hallway with no whiff of pot smoke wasn't the best idea, but it was all Vivy had. Besides, it could hopefully lure him out with little to no trouble. Generally when she called he showed himself, or did something stupid that revealed his position. But this time, for the first time, no such thing occurred and all that met her ears was a pressing, suffocating silence. Frowning slightly Vivy filled her lungs with air and prepared herself to do it again the moment she hoped onto the landing, but she didn't get a chance. Or rather, she quickly got distracted seeing as there was suddenly a loud creak coming from behind her and a soft grunt. "Hey there pretty, who're you looking for?"Slowly, very slowly, Vivy turned about face and looked up into the face of the drunken gentleman who was currently leering at her in a profoundly creepy fashion. Generally speaking, most girls would not react well to finding a large, drunken man lumbering behind them like a big, fat, stupid bear. But Miss Vivelle Grey was not an ordinary woman by any means. And Vivelle Grey would not cower before some sort of drunken beast like this. Such a thing would tarnish her honor, not to mention her reputation. But she could not just walk away either. The beast might try and defile some poor gentle maiden (although she was unaware that she was the current target for said defiling) which she would just not allow. No lady was going to be harmed with Vivelle Grey out on the watch. But she couldn't just start a fight either. "You, sir, are drunk. I believe you should perhaps sit down, or go home."[/color] she spat, her voice sharp and icy as she stared down her would be assailant. The man just leered and lumbered forward, reaching forward to grab onto his arm. "I'm not going anywhere cutie." Big mistake. Without another word Vivy did what she had been trained to do. She twisted her hand in his grip, breaking his grip on her with ease the moment she twisted his arm the way it was not supposed to go. Then, before he had a chance to react, she dropped down and swung her leg out, knocking his legs out from under him and causing him to topple to the ground without even having a chance to defend himself. Then before he could get up or try and figure out what the hell had just happened Vivy had pounced again, striking like a cobra at a certain bundle of nerves which, when prodded correctly, caused the person to whom the nerves belonged to pass out. Which he did. Normally Vivy's opponents did not go down so easy, but this time her pray was a big stupid idiot who was drunk and who had not been trained in the martial arts. So he was easy. It was only when she glanced down the stairs that she noticed she had an audience. "Oh.. uhm.. hi Jace!"[/color]
Ellie's parting words hadn't exactly made Clary feel any better, but what was she supposed to do? The fact of the matter was that she needed a fix and she needed it soon. It was that or she'd start going all mopey again. Not from drug withdrawal or anything like that. Oh no. It would just be the depressing lurking on the edges of her subconsciousness that would bring her down into the dark pits of depression. Her drugs had nothing to do with it. Well, apart from bringing her up and out of the gloom of course. But that was a good thing, technically, not bad. Although considering how everything seemed to be intent on giving her the finger lately, she doubted her plan would go as she intended. With a slight sigh she forced her way through the crowd, her nose twitching as she searched for scents. She caught whiff of Ellie coming in behind her, but thankfully her friend was currently keeping her distance. Which meant she could do as she pleased, for now anyway. At least until she got caught which, considering her luck, was entirely possible. A new scent on the breeze didn't exactly help her fears any either. As she was weaving carefully through the throng (heading for the place where the alcohol smell was strongest) she caught a whiff of something else that wasn't... so pleasant. The smell of Dakota's younger sister, Audrey, with her half-blood pal at her side too she bet. They were not the sort of combination that she wanted to know anything about what she was doing. Even if the girl was Dakota's sister, she wouldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut if she caught Clary in the act. If the rumors were true she'd probably use it against Clary somehow. Probably blackmail, maybe extortion, but whatever it was it would not be good. So without further ado the little werewolf chose the wise path and carefully turned about face, weaving her way through the crowd to the stairs instead. Finally she found what she was looking for. A faint hint of fresh marijuana, not yet lit up, along with the sickly sweet smell of her comrade-in-arms: Jace. Of course he was here. With a broad grin Clary shoved past the last few people in her way and walked toward the steps, sniffing hopefully as she did so. "Hey Jace." she said pleasantly. "Long time no see." She's drunk.That was the first thought that ran through Ash's head when she complimented him. Not that she was being nice, not that he thought her compliment might mean something. None of that. It was because she was drunk. That had to be why she was being kind to him, complimenting him, a rarity that was nigh unseen, or at least unheard of. Considering who she was and all. Not that he minded the lack of compliments, far from it. It was what he was used to. What he was accustomed to, the way things went. And yet here she was, messing with his little world because she was smashed as hell. Which was starting to worry him, actually. Ingesting that much alcohol could not be good for her system, especially if it was driving her to compliment him and voice things the pair of them generally left unsaid. Somehow he had a very bad feeling about what was going to come. The sort of feeling that made normal people run screaming for the hills, and all that fun stuff. Either that or flee to Kenya. One of the two. When she tried to stand again ( Didn't she ever learn?) his hand shot out to grab her arm and he frowned disapprovingly. "You don't need to do anything about her."[/color] he mumbled. To tell the truth it was pretty embarrassing that she kept intervening for him. Couldn't she see that it didn't bother him? Or at the very least that he didn't want to be saved, that he didn't want anyone intervening for him? And yet she just kept on sticking out her neck for him even though he never asked. Just like a friend would. More than... no. No no. Don't even go there.[/color] Ash had seen first hand what Audrey did to those she "dated". He did not want to become one of the many names on her long list of conquests. Not in a million years. And yet even though his mind tried to rationalize why it was good to stay away and not even try, a little part of his head was always wistful. Like an idiot. Thankfully some other person showed up who was enough to distract Ash from Audrey and her antics, although his entire body remained almost hyper sensitive to her and all her movements. The boy was vaguely familiar, one of the many kids from school who let him be but who wasn't exactly a friend. Sure, he gave the occasional response when the kid talked to him, but that was all. Ash didn't exactly have any friends. He didn't need them. Except for her... Yes, except for her. Audrey Black. The one exception that proved the rule. "She did."[/color] he responded with a jerk of his thumb in Audrey's direction and a non-committal shrug in response to his other statement. Ash hated parties. Hated them. He was only standing this thing for Audrey's sake. He did not like being made to talk to people who were stupid and shallow and.. fake. "They are my friends. Audrey Black and her friend."[/color] he said, glancing over at them again before he looked back to Kody. Was the kid stupid? Or did he honestly not remember their schools horror duo, the most feared women this side of Forks and beyond? [/blockquote][/size]
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Harper McNeel
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" I am who I am, 100 and 10 percent of the time!"
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Post by Harper McNeel on Feb 3, 2009 17:14:51 GMT -5
Harper didn't particularly want to go to this party at all, and for a lot of different reasons. The first being that she wasn't a big party person unless she had an excuse, say a friend pulling her along, but otherwise, going solo? No, not Harper - she just wasn't one for the party scene. The second being that she knew that Mara could be there, not that she would be, but that she could be, since as she knew very well, that was exactly the place Mara liked to be. However, she had gotten confirmation beforehand that she would not be there, and she held onto this hope for dear life. For once, Harper wouldn't have to spend her entire time avoiding the one person she couldn't force herself to be around. The third being that her best friend, Dakota Black didn't seem to have any intention of showing up and accompanying his friend. Now, why did Harper come if she was so against it? Simple really - freedom. She needed to be free of her mother for a few hours, and since her mother wasn't such a downer, she actually allowed her to go to parties. Harper had simply left out the small detail that Dakota wasn't attending with her. And then there was the other small hope that resided in her, that maybe, possibly the girl who she had recently found out was her imprint would show up. It was slim of course, not thinking Ryanne of the type of person to go to these things, but that small hope and possibility was a hidden factor in her choice of even coming.
It was what Harper saw when she got to the party that made her want to leave right away. There she was, in her inseparable bond of strength...Mara. ( She isn't suppose to be here! Okay, keep it cool. You can do this. I can do this. Just ignore her, that is all I have to do - just ignore her. ) As if it was that simple, or as if Mara would let it be that simple. Harper had to show that she wasn't going to run away anymore - that what happened didn't mean anything to her, that she was fine now, even though, deep down, all of this was a complete and total lie. She swerved out of the path leading towards Mara, doing exactly as she had to repeat to herself - ignoring her. She went into a crowded room which appeared to be the dining room and got herself a drink - because boy, Harper was going to need it. She downed it after a few minutes and walked around, looking for any familiar or friendly faces that would bring her some comfort. She found no one. It wasn't that no one was there to find, it was that there was a sea of people to have to look through, and with a drink already making its way through her body, she wasn't as keen to trying to find someone.
Instead, she went into the main room, where she sat down and relaxed, staying clear from Mara, but also where she could see any people coming in. Mara's hopes were getting lower as her fears were coming to the surface.
Zac had this thing where he had to crash parties, or make them his own version of fun. Having a celebration? Be sure to remember, that invite or not, Zac will be paying you a visit. He hated how some people proceeded to act at parties - it showed how inferior humans really were. It was pathetic really. Who really wants to drown their lives in alcohol and drugs? Not him, that was for sure. A few drinks, he didn't mind, but sitting there getting blazed over drinks and drugs and god knows what else, did you really expect him to enjoy that? Besides, it took all the fun out of finding a decent target. He liked ones that fought for the most part. If they were too easy (such as falling all over themselves) he got bored too quickly, but even so, he had come, and his reasons were his own. Part of him wanted to mess with unaware drunken idiots, since he could do it openly without them remembering, and then another part of him had other reasons - to which, he would keep a secret. He hadn't exactly counted on seeing anyone he knew of there, but when Forks and La Push got together at a party? It seemed like everyone was there, and hopefully, Zac might get to see, or even aide in, a wonderful event of some kind, maybe a showdown. He could practically ensure there would be a lot of tension, knowing the vast amount of vampires and werewolves that would be attending the party. He couldn't help but invite himself, just to witness whatever might, or certainly would happen.
Zac however did not expect two things: one, for Mara Myles to be there, and two for Vivy to be there. Why these hadn't occurred in his head? Well, Zac had other things in that maniacal mind of his to worry about, and worrying about his constant sexual partner, and then the one person he actually ... cared about being there, hadn't even occurred to him. When he saw Mara, he froze for a second, hitting himself mentally. He didn't want to deal with her tonight - she was not his goal at all. What his goal was, definitely did not depend on her being there. He walked through the many people, noticing one other person he hadn't thought about. The half-breed that had interfered unknowingly with his target. He hoped maybe she would end up in some horrible situation and then maybe he wouldn't have to dispose of her, or keep her from saving the girl again. He walked through the house, unsure if he was going to talk to anyone, but knowing his luck, someone would start up a conversation, maybe, even hopefully, Vivy would find her way towards him.
"Oh really? I am? Good to know if I ever manage to piss you off. Although, I doubt I can do that. I've tried." she joked, smiling at Audrey. She proceeded to accompany her friend in the way of drinking a lot. Mara planned to get slammed tonight - she needed to get her mind off od being followed, because she was sure she was right. ( I'm not crazy. I'm not paranoid. Okay, maybe a little paranoid, but someone is following me. I'm sure everyone else would be paranoid to if they had that happening. ) But of course, instead of intelligibly telling her friend about her worries and concerns, she chose to drown them in alcohol. Typical Mara. Besides, telling Audrey while she was drunk would make Audrey crazy and then with the amount of alcohol Aud had no doubtingly consumed, she was sure she would only end up falling and hurting herself. Mara and Audrey were extremely protective of each other, even if they put on a big bitch front. They worried about each other just as much as any other friends did, maybe more. Mara was positive, that even with Audrey well into her millionth shot of alcohol, they would still managed to create a ton more gossip than usual. They did a lot at school, but at parties? Their events at parties were what you would remember for weeks. She had no doubt that tonight would be somewhat memorable. She would be sure to do whatever she cared to do, and no one would stop her, or them.
Mara smiled as Audrey spoke to her. So it began. "Don't rush. We have all night." she said, then seeing someone she knew would be worth devestating. Mara liked messing with people when it suited her, and seeing Harper, it was perfect. Mara wasn't mean, and her reasons for the things she did to Harper weren't that bad, at least to her, but the way Harper was still hung up on their 'past' - it made it easy for her to mess with, and extremely enjoyable. Mara nudged Audrey and nodded her head in Harper's direction with a smile. Only Audrey would understand the unmistakable joy and power that came from being as horrible as Mara sometimes was. Besides, tonight was about Liz getting her mind off of herself and her worries, and what better way than to uphold her longest tradition.
Don't mistake her though, Mara wasn't cruel..all the time. She was nice if you managed to get through to her, but she was messed up, extremely so, and her the power she felt through being horrible, especially being around Audrey, made her feel unbreakable. It was hard not to be addicted to that feeling. It was like an addiction you couldn't just give up, and if Mara was ever to change, well, it would take it lot to get her out of it.
Matthew's later.
Melanie's later.
Elijah's later.
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Post by ryanne gabrielle castillo on Feb 5, 2009 2:49:15 GMT -5
She didn't do the scene of high school parties.
Sure, elementary crap where you're running around putting spaghetti in your hair and throwing ice cream at each other, those parties Ryanne was invited to. Same went for middle school, even when the 'mature' girls of her year decided the game 7 Minutes in Heaven was a major hit (not that Ryan actively participated, anyway). But high school parties? Where the three active party favors were alcohol, drugs, and sex? No one really thought to invite Miss Lil Innocent, but when word spreads, it reaches even the most purest of people. And yet that still didn't quite explain why she was here, having taken a bus all the way to Port Angeles, to be standing alone like a wallflower. It brought a small bite of her lower lip as she frowned and surveyed the mass throngs of people, trying to identify anyone; so she wasn't exactly the life of the party, who said she couldn't strike up conversation with a familiar face? Exactly, [/color] she scolded herself as her brown eyes searched faces, mostly drunken ones as she wandered into the main room, Now stop being anti-social and just - Oh.[/color] She was here, apparently. Sitting fairly (un)comfortably all by her lonesome, the friendly girl that had given her both company and conversation on a lonely night that was supposed to be devoted to just a simple walk in the woods. "Harper,"[/color] she murmured to herself quietly, still testing out her name on her tongue; or maybe it wasn't the name at all, but the odd magnetic appeal the older girl had. It wasn't as if Ryan had a way to describe it, but they seemed to have just instantly clicked - talked into the night as if they couldn't find anything more fascinating than learning about the other. Surely, on no account Ryanne could remember ever being that genuinely interested in someone else's life, and she wasn't sure she could say the same for Harper. It wasn't as if her life was the pinnacle of drama or anything, far from it in reality. Ryan's world was stable, secure, and never-changing; it was a bit of a shame she hadn't realized she was walking right into an earthquake. Smiling, too, into the face that would surely turn her world upside down as she knew it. But for the moment, Ryanne was blissfully unaware of such predictable events (predictable, if, say, someone's best friend informed a certain other someone they imprinted), and therefore walked calmly into the oncoming storm. Grinning, she sat herself comfortably on the armrest of the couch Harper was currently on (sometimes it worked in your favor to be naturally small) and looked at her with a speculative raise of eyebrows. "Heya, stranger,"[/color] she greeted warmly, like an old friend, "You regularly attend parties as much as you do frequent trips in wilderness?"[/color] Her eyes glinted in amusement and humor, gently poking fun at the other girl. Casually switching her gaze to around the room, she did a double-take before promptly jumping off the armrest and turning around so only the back of her head could be seen by Mara![/color] Smoothing down her hair (like it would do any good, the natural curls she had adopted for tonight instead of her straightener were trademark) and brushing down her graphic t-shirt, she cursed herself for not wearing anything tragically different; if her older sister saw her here, she'd be dead. Ryanne glanced around for a hideaway spot - anywhere would do, certainly. An open room! Sweet! Ah, crap, but...[/color] She couldn't leave Harper all alone. She didn't want to. So the next sensible thing, of course, was to steal Harper's hand and rush her into the room, struggling and after a few precious moments securing the lock. Basically, they were now locked in a room, alone, in darkness, with a bed. She wanted to groan from the awkward atmosphere she had just created, and silmultaneously slap herself. Could it get any worse? "I can totally explain."[/color] ... And I'm totally gonna let go of your hand now while I'm at it.[/color] At least Harper couldn't see her blush. Yes I do, stupid ass.[/color] was what Audrey had thought when she had caught Ashton's murmur, but instead just rolled her eyes and shot him an expectant look. Did he really think he would be able to stop her from someone that had bullied him? "Whatever,"[/color] she told him, sounding bored again; like he was going to stop her... she'd just get the girl later and make sure it was a 'mystery'. Or Aud could coax Mara into doing it for her; the two always seemed to be willing to help if it would be reckless for the other's hands to be tainted in blame. Audrey's eyes soon, however, flickered over to Kody, who didn't address neither her or Liz but rather tried to strike up conversation with Ash. She had seen him around before, sure, but never found any particular interest in getting to know the boy. And from what she had heard, he was far too into morale to be of any use to her, even for a quick one night stand. Boys, [/color]she thought, repressing the urge to roll her eyes yet again at the pair. Turning her attention back at her favorite partner in crime, Audrey stuck out her tongue at her playfully at her cheeky comment. "Yeah, I might recall a moment or two where you should have pissed me off,"[/color] she pursed her lips at the memory, trying not to laugh, "I chat up a pretty boy all night and I leave for a bathroom break to find you shacked up with him on the kid's couch."[/color] Good times, good times. To give her credit, while Audrey had been meaning to get inside the boy's head sober, the drinks Mara slipped into his hand every half hour had certainly helped her gain what she wanted faster. "No loss, though,"[/color] Audrey added, her eyes sparkling devilishly, "His twin sister more than made up for it."[/color] Blondes really were quite a bit of fun in bed... her thoughts trailed off in memory, shaking her head and meeting Mara's eyes again. She would be sure to watch over her best friend especially close tonight, as there seemed to be something off about her lately. Aud didn't bother prying into her life (as she knew how annoying it could be when others did it to her), so she figured she'd wait patiently until she decided to tell her what was up. If it was dangerous, she hoped she would be told soon. As Mara spoke again, Audrey followed her gaze to the girl - Harper McNeel, of course. She had been told by a very pleased Mara about her; not bad,[/color] she had remembered saying, a pretty face and an even prettier conquest.[/color] When her gaze dropped to take another drink of blessed alcohol however, was when her best friend's little sister came into view. Eyes widening as she watched their small exchange, Audrey's mouth fell open as Ryan tugged on Harper's hand and lead her into... No fucking way.[/color] She knew, from what Liz had said, that Ryanne was just an innocent little kid, who had no business at a party like this and definitely no business in a bedroom with an out lesbian. Her eyes narrowed; there had to be more to this... did Harper know Ryan was Mara's little sister? If she hurt her... a low growl rose from her chest to her throat, so low only Liz might have heard. Mara was family as far as she was concerned, and her protection extended to Ryan as well, even though she didn't know her all that well. But... no, she couldn't lose focus of Clary, either; Dakota was counting on her, or well, he would if he held her suspicions. "Do me a favor, love,"[/color] she leaned in to whisper in Mara's ear, "Clarissa Hale, find out if she's up to anything and come back to me? I've got something to do."[/color] [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by jace on Feb 5, 2009 17:03:38 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe he did have more than just a simple reason for coming here, to keep her safe, and keep other people safe from her. But please, it wasn't like he was about to fall down on his knees and confess anything. Besides, there wasn't anything for him to confess, now was there? No. He hadn't thought so; that's the way that he would remain too, keeping to himself and never letting anything else that may be wandering around in his mind get the better of him. Nothing would ever really become too complicated about that, would it? He always told himself that it never really would, that there would ever be some annoying human girl who some how annoyed the crap out of him, knew just which buttons to push, yet he would remain with her. It was stupid to think anything like that would ever really happen, and yet here he was, in the twenty first century and he was just in that position that he never wanted to even think of being a part of. Too late to change any of that now, seeing as how if he tried to disappear off the face of the planet, he knew some how Vivy would be able to hunt him back down and question him profusely if he was off getting high or trying more of those little white pills he seemed to always have on him.
"Vivy...What the hell are you--"
[/color] but he didn't even need to finish the end of his sentence as he then saw the male then get knocked to the ground. He knew well enough what had just happened, and there went another blow to his male ego. Something that seemed to happen all too often whenever he was around this very odd human girl. "Er...Hello Vivy." He ran a hand through his black hair for a moment and cringed slightly at the smell of the blood seemed to come to his nose. Ugh, well isn't that just the icing on the cake? Mumbling something or another under his breath, that was clearly in some other sort of language. Sucking in a deep breath of air he let himself turn his back towards the other female for a moment and closed his eyes for a moment. Sure, he wasn't hungry seeing as how he had only just eaten the other day, but the smell of human was something that always seemed to have an effect on him. Probably one of the dew things that was actually a weakness for him, and even though he was here to try and become a vegan, it was still hard to resist the urge to jump the unconscious male and suck the blood source from his limp body. Though some how, Jace thought that it wouldn't go very well, it certainly would not be a very good impression in front of Vivy. Especially since he hadn't said a word to her about him being anything but human, and killing someone in front of her, would have probably freaked out even this woman who seemed to always be so smooth and calm when it came to almost anything. That had been made very apparent by the calmness of knocking out the other male, who had been making a move on her. Which Jace had already learned was never a very good idea to do when it came to Vivy, since clearly that sort of thing would happen, probably regardless of who you were, and how close you were with her. And then he heard someone else's voice, a voice that during a period of time had one that he had grown very familiar with. Clarissa Hale, Werewolf, and even though her stink to him was horrid, he had come to put that between the two of them. He adored this girl, and not in a creepy stalker, I-wanna-fuck-you sort of way. Simply in a close or best friend sort of way, of course they had a special sort of bond that Jace could say that he didn't have with many other people. And definitely not the sort of relationship that Vivy would approve of at all, in fact she would probably claim that he had tainted yet another innocent soul with the drugs that he had already infected his own body with. And that he had no right to drag someone else down with him, on his quest to death. Though Jace's defense with that would be that he hadn't come up to this once innocent little girl, she had been the one to come up to him. He knew the fact that he was normally loaded with weed or some other sort of drug wasn't that unknown, so it was only natural that sometimes people would come to him for their supply. And normally, Jace would have left her behind after she had asked to join him, especially since she was a Werewolf and he himself a Vampire, but she seemed like she had really needed a pick-me-up at the time. So he had stayed with her, and he had every reason to stay with her, especially with how she acted while she had gotten high. And by how she didn't seem to really know how to do it seemed to be something that gave it away that this was a first timer for her. And when the two of them continued to run into each other, he felt like he needed to be protective over her, a sort of older brother sort of protectiveness. Not that he was ever going to say that to anyone else besides maybe Clary herself, and hey, he had no problem with it staying that way. Besides, what good would it do him if people knew that he actually had a sensitive side to him. It would completely ruin the image that he had worked so hard to give himself--alright, he didn't have to work all that hard for it at all. A soft grin came to his features when he saw her and then moved over to where she was standing, "Why hello there Miss Clary." something that he had come rather used to calling her from time to time, something that had started as a joke but for whatever reason it seemed to stick with him. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Tyler Young on Feb 8, 2009 22:29:23 GMT -5
Although Harper hadn't expected Mara, at least she knew there was always a possibilty of her showing up, but when Ryanne just happened to show up, she wasn't psychologically ready or prepared to see her. She tried to compose herself as best as possible, but it was near impossible. She was flustered by the girl who had her heart, and the rest of her in her hands without knowing it. It was crazy that Harper was letting her concerns get to her, after all, if Dakota was correct about his reassurances, then Harper and Ryanne were meant to be together regardless of anything else. Yet she was still entirely insecure whether Ryann would or even could ever feel anything for her. She wasn't the best with the little bit of pure alcohol in her system, and as it settled, she realized it wasn't the smartest move in having her hopes that Ryanne would show up. It was pretty much nonsense for her not to even consider that Ryanne might show up, as everyone else seemed to even if they didn't like parties and didn't usually attend them. Maybe part of her hoped that she wouldn't be there, that maybe she wouldn't have to think on her feet, and feeling that emotion that made her question whatever worries she seemed to have.
( Unbelievable. Un-freaking-believable. Of course she would be here. She plagues my existence. ) Harper was happy that Ryanne was here, but she was definitely not prepared for it at all. She gathered herself as best as possible, but then was unable to actually say something for a moment. "Wow, you're here. Here." she said, having to repeat here because of her astonishment. The second was practically inaudible as she had practically thought it, except barely outloud. She laughed at Ryanne's comment although still very perplexed by the beautiful girl standing in front of her. It was amazing the power that she had over her, and the fact that Harper always worried about their being meant to be together would be laughable to anyone if they knew, especially if they understood the whole imprint thing. Harper understood it, and believed it in this case for sure, but she was always doubting herself, worrying that what she wanted could be gone more easily than the wind could disappear. She was going to make a witty comment to make Ryanne smile - one of the most beautiful sights in the world in her honest opinion, but was sidetracked as Ryanne pulled her into an empty room.
She was a little nervous and felt awkward at first, being put into this situation and she noticed that Ryanne had done so to avoid someone. She didn't think Ryanne meant for it to happen like that, but it had, and Harper almost couldn't breath. The little comfort she had was that Ryanne had grabbed her hand and pulled her in there, and had actually held her hand for a good minute when they were in the room. When Ryanne let go, Harper let out a breath. It was amazing to be close to Ryanne, but how she felt was expanding in the entire room and it suffocated her how much she wanted to say or do something to show what she was thinking. In Harper's gut, in the her jumbled of instincts was something burning, that had been since they met, and it was jumping at the opportunity, and so was Harper. She let instinct take over what she was thinking. Harper moved forward, and kissed Ryanne. The rational Harper wouldn't have done this, even with the reality of Ryanne being her imprint. She knew she was 'meant to be' with her, but that didn't mean she had the right to jump in without question and turn Ryan's world upside down. It was only then that it had occurred to Harper that the someone Ryanne might have been avoiding was her boyfriend or something similar. She felt like an idiot for that, but also for the fact that she had just gone on an impulse and probably ruined any chanced with Ryan.
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Post by Kyla Larsen. on Feb 9, 2009 19:24:14 GMT -5
Maybe she should have thought things through a bit more before she decided to knock out some random guy. After all, he hadn't tried too much of anything, but then again he was definitely headed down that bad path and if she had let him loose he would have probably done something very bad to a girl less capable of defending herself. Which Vivy certainly would not condone, not now, not ever. Such an awful beast had to be stopped, and if she was capable of defeating the monster than it was her duty to use her powers to do so. And she certainly had the powers necessary to take out the big beefy man, as evidenced by how quickly she.. dealt with him. But she had done the right thing, hadn't she? For some reason the fact that Jace had spotted her beating the crap (Well, maybe not that. But rendering someone unconscious with little to no effort.. that's scary. I mean, my teacher freaked me out when he beat that guy twice his size.. but maybe Jace doesn't get intimidated as easily.. [/color]) out of a complete stranger made her feel oddly embarrassed for reasons she did not quite understand. So she just stood their awkwardly, straightening her blouse and smoothing her skirt a bit absentmindedly. It wouldn't do to look anything but her best, after all. Especially given present company..[/color] Wait.. what? Where on earth had that thought come from? There was no way she thought of Jace as anything more than just another person on the wrong path who she could assist. Although given that relationship she did need to set a good example, appearing with poise and decorum and solving problems with words rather than fists. Yes yes, that had to be why she was embarrassed about being caught fighting with someone. That explained everything. And that would also explain why she felt so self-conscious around the odd, pale druggie. Setting a good example included how one looked after all. Which was why she'd agonized over what to wear and the state of her hair, of all things. Just because she wanted to provide a good example. Oh yes, that explained everything. (Which it didn't of course, but Vivy likes to lie to herself.) That also explained why her stomach twisted when he cringed and made a face, obviously none too pleased by her method of.. subduing the rude gentleman. "I don't usually employ such tactics when dealing with men such as him."[/color] she blurted out without him even saying a word. "And I was simply subduing a danger to society. I would have thought that was somewhat obvious, although I do understand if it wasn't. In any case, I was coming up here to look for you. You haven't been doing drugs again have you?"[/color] she rambled, making vague gestures before her gaze focused on him with characteristic scrutiny, as if she was trying to read his mind. Or at least try to see if his pupils were dilated. One of the two. But the arrival of Clary temporarily distracted her from Jace, her gaze flicking to the young lady and a barely perceptible frown of disapproval playing on her features. Clary was certainly different from the other girl druggies who accumulated around Jace, but that didn't mean Vivy would condone her smoking habits.
Clary waited at the bottom of the stairs for Jace to approach, the sickly sweet stench that followed him was all too recognizable. But there was another layer to the scent that she had come to know and become fond of. A tiny, almost imperceptible whiff that separated his stench from the stench of other vampires. And given all the time they had spent together over the past year she had even started to become accustomed to the bad smell. At the very least, it no longer induced a feeling of wanting to vomit. That had to be something didn't it? And Jace was different from the rest of his kind anyway. He was a friend, a gentleman, the only other person besides Ellie who Clary had confided to during her darker days. She hadn't poured out her lifes story to him, but he was aware of the situation with Dakota and had been the one person to understand that the drugs were her form of a pick me up. She hadn't chosen to hang around him the first time she smoked. She had intended to just buy a joint off him and go wander off to smoke by herself, but one way or another she'd ended up staying with him and smoking with him. And good thing she had too, because it turned out that she wasn't really herself when she was high and she needed someone to look after her and make sure she didn't do something she would later regret. And that was how the two became friends, smoking together when Clary could sneak away from the watchful gaze of her elder brother, the pair eventually bonding. It had been effortless to become friends with Jace, almost as easy as it had been to become friends with Ellie. They just clicked, and that was that. Accepting help from Jace did not damage Clary's sensitive pride as accepting help usually did, and she was unafraid to be stupid and silly around the vampire and to completely lower her guard. He knew her, and she knew him, and that was that. Not that anyone knew the extent of her friendship with Jace of course. For one, the Pack wouldn't be too happy that she was hanging around a vampire, not to mention the fact that she was doing drugs with him. That definitely wouldn't go down well, and Clary didn't really think Dakota would be too pleased with her little secret. Still, a girl could have a few secrets couldn't she? And it wasn't like she'd keep it secret forever. She'd tell them, eventually, when she was halfway across the country maybe so they couldn't come after her. That was a good plan. "Why hello there Doctor Jace. You wouldn't happen to have any of that delightful medicine would you? I'm feeling a bit under the weather."[/color] she joked in return. She had long since called the drug her "medicine", and subsequently called Jace her "Doctor". It was just a bunch of friendly silliness, like how he called her "Miss Clary". A slightly disgruntled noise from up the stairs in addition to a whiff of a scent that smelled faintly like violets and cigarettes informed Clary that dear old Vivelle Velde was somewhere on the stairs. Clary grinned broadly in what she hoped was Jace's direction, lowering her voice so she couldn't eavesdrop. "Or is the Matron determined to keep us from having fun today?"[/color] [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by bridgetteblack on Feb 12, 2009 18:23:14 GMT -5
Kody tilted his head, staring curiously at the girl Ash had jerked his thumb at. Now that he thought about, she really did look familiar - and so did the girl she was with. When Ash spoke Audrey's name, however, he just shook his head. "I've probably heard her name before, but I haven't messed with any girls aside my sister in a while, so I doubt I actually know her. She goes to the high school, though, right?" he asked, looking back at Ash. Kind of cute, they both are, but if she brought him...And her friend's kind of...whatever. Stop thinking, stupid, you're at a party. Let loose. It wasn't exactly easy to do, not by any means, but Kody didn't care.
He and Blake had never tried to 'think' at parties - what was the point? The peer pressure got to you somehow anyway. That wasn't really the type of thinking Kody was doing, but the longer he was silent, the more he payed attention to the party and the more he wanted to whip out his camera - which was never good. He scanned the room for anyone he knew, but found no one. Either his friends weren't here or they just weren't in sight, but he turned back to Ash with a shrug. "Should I know them? Because it feels like I should, I just don't know why." His gaze flickered to the girls again, but the nagging feeling that he knew them wouldn't go away. They had to go the high school, but why would that mean that Kody knew them? He wasn't sure, so all he did was wait for Ash to respond.
What am I doing here?
She knew, of course, why she was at this godforsaken party, but she kept asking herself anyway. This wasn't even close to her usual scene, but wasn't that the whole point? Shy Bridgette wouldn't be anywhere near a party - and shy Bridgette was trying to become not-shy Bridgette. Her outfit was insanely simple and actually sort of showy (it was an intricate turquoise and bamboo-colored strapless, but she had a white shurg on, too) which only made her more uncomfortable. She would have turned around and gone back home had she not been determined to show everyone here that she wasn't 'that quiet girl' anymore. Not that she was sure how, since she didn't quite believe it herself. She scanned the room quickly, glad she hadn't brought her purse - most of the guys here would think she was an easy target (even if, with werewolf senses and speed and strength, she could kick their butts) and she really didn't need that. The quiet girl was always a target at stuff like this - and today was not the day some poor guy was going to end up on the floor because of Bridgette Black. Not Bridgette, but maybe Audrey.
Think of the devil! Bridge's eyes had finally caught sight of her cousin, and she hissed under her breath. What was Audrey going to think of her being here? She hadn't been successful in 'breaking her shell' so far, so why tonight? Why now? And why the hell was she even still trying? Because you know you can break it, she told herself. Still, how was she supposed to avoid Audrey? Bridgette didn't have her cousin's confidence, so it wasn't like she could distract herself with some guy (although, she wasn't positive Audrey could, either.) She was standing in the middle of the crowded room when she made up her mind, though half her decision was influenced by a drunk-looking teen trying to break through the crowd to get to her. She took one look at him and glanced back at Audrey before making her way over to her cousin, forgetting completely why she was here. She could break her shell another time; she'd feel safer near Audrey (which, in a way, was ironic, considering Audrey was younger) even if she was a werewolf. There wasn't, after all, a nice excuse for her strength that a normal human would believe.
So Brizzy was stalking off towards her younger cousin in the middle of a party. Great.
Ellie's later.
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