things are the way they are

[OLIVER DAMON]

some of us will die alone , some of us will never

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Oliver had awoken in a somewhat pleasant mood for once. Though the good mood hadn't lasted long. his favourite cereal was out, someone had eaten it all. And now Oliver was left with no breakfast and in an undeniably pissy mood. Oliver always had breakfast, almost always anyway. And he always had the same, coco pops, in the same bowl, eaten with the same spoon. Oh how sad he was! But it was just the way Oliver liked it. And when Oliver didn't get what he wanted, well, he was pissy. Though it was only the beginning of what could have been a great day, had he had some damn cereal, things slowly went down hill as the day wore on. Some freshman nymph had got severly under his feet, and Oliver had sent a nice good old blast at her. At least it had shut her up, eh? Though she would be probably complaining to everyone else about a migrane, Oliver was safe from the bitch.

It wasn't the only hiccup of course, but lets not get into all that. Let's just say, the once upon a time good mood was gone for good, at least for today, and was not coming back. Oliver didn't see anything that could possibly happen cheering his disasterous day up. There wasn't even anyone good to annoy that Oliver had found today. Usually there were a few freshman he could freak out or jump out on for a bit of fun, but in all honesty Oliver just wasn't in the mood to be playing stupid pranks. For that was all they were, and Oliver knew it. Alas, on a better day, that fact wouldn't stop him of course.

Oliver had decided, around four, that maybe some fresh air would do him some good. It wasn't going to kill him, so why not? And Oliver needed to get out of the academy itself. Way too stuffy in the place, way too stuffy indeed! Oliver slouched into some clothing, not overly bothered in what he was chucking on. It was usually a grueling task, deciding which colors to wear, and then whether its was patterns today or plain. It was usually an hour job, but today Oliver picked up the first thing and threw it on. I hope it somewhat matches... Oliver thought to himself as he walked out of the door of the dorm. He checked it was locked on the outside, then made his way forward out into the afternoon sunshine.

Oliver sat on an ever uncomfortable stone bench as he came to the courtyard, slumping down into the seat with a sigh. Today just couldn't get any worse... or could it?

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WORD COUNT![/b] fourhundredandfiftyone
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[KJARA VON RAEL]

“Oi. You’re blocking the light.”

She looked up from under the bench, big brown eyes peeking over the side. Someone was sitting on it, and she was pissed now. She’s been getting cold, which was rare. Getting cold means getting sick. Grumbling in anger, the young bitch pulled herself out from under the stone bench. Now, normally, it would be very, very odd to find an ocelot in your school campus. And two, it’d be even odder to hear it talking. The cat-creature turned its wide eyes, up, it’s expression obviously hatred. Great! Here goes another annoying ass fucking day. Snorting slightly and stretching her legs to wake up, she shook her spotted form. Then it began to change. It was like water melting and mixing together with paint, and before she knew it, she was five foot four, brown hair, and a blue and green eye. “Y’know, y’should start looking around and making sure you ain’t disturbing anyone or anything. Next time I won’t be so sweet and cuddly looking.” A small smile escaped her mouth for a quick second, then it disappeared as if it never existed. Yawning and exposing her pearl white teeth, she began to study the guy in front of her.

Blue eyes, brown hair, pale looking skin: and an expression of aggravation on his face. She laughed. She’s never seen him around, so he must be new. Ever since the school’s opening, or shall we say, re-opening, students have been filling in the empty spots of the ones who died or vanished. It wouldn’t be until one of the new kids came up dead. Kjara was well enough to survive all this time. Picking at her nails for a second, she sucked her teeth and raised an eyebrow as she blinked her blue and green eye. Well, shit, she thought. I forgot my contacts. Too bad Ezra wasn’t there. He could have blinked to her dorm and got them for her. She hated to let her natural eyes show. It was good enough that her tattoo wasn’t showing at the moment. She didn’t want anyone to see that either. Especially the new guy who she didn’t even know. Although Kjara was a sophomore, she could’ve been mistaken for a senior or junior. And she loved that, because she had an authority over some of the new kids, especially the freshman who was still new to being “accepted” by other kids “like them”. They had no idea at how unlike everyone else around this dreadful place.

“So who are you? And...” she started again, “Nice…clothes.” He looked like he didn’t give a shit about what he looked like today. The young female demon sort of had the same idea going on, but actually matched of a sort. “We match, of a sorts.” Looking down at her flats, she sucked her teeth again, wishing she didn’t have this horrid Scandinavian accent. How she wished she could be Americanized and sound normal.

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[OLIVER DAMON]

some of us will die alone , some of us will never

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If there was one thing Oliver absolutely, one hundred percent despised, was people sneaking up on him. It really just made him angry. Oliver didn't like surprises, he preferred to know everything. He was one of those people that would bug you for absolutely ages to tell you what he was getting for his birthday or Christmas, just so he wouldn't have the surprise. Oliver didn't think knowing what you were going to get ruined it, because hell, it could be any make, any color. There was always still some sort of ambiguity about it. But he knew whether he'd need to ask for a receipt with it, so he could sneak it back to the shop and get something else instead. So, hating people sneaking up on him, was a real problem for what happened as he sat on a bench, minding his own goddamn business. But no, someone just HAD to bother him, and annoy him, and make his day even worse than it already was so far. Goddamnit!

Alas, the day had to get worse of course, and Oliver just had to be put in an even fooler mood than he had already been in. And it was just one little sentance from beneath him “Oi. You’re blocking the light.”. Oliver growled, looking around before looking down, spotting the... animal? What the hell? Oliver couldn't talk to animals, could he? Oliver was sure he couldn't, he had never been able to before. Though he was sure his turtle could hear him sometimes, but he could never hear the turtle. And now this... what exactly was it? Oliver couldn't tell. Was it a dog or a cat? It looked more like a cat, so Oliver settled with cat for now. Though he could be proved wrong, though he doubted it. Frowning as the cat changed, he was brought face to face with a girl. Oh, even more great. Well, at least he wasn't finding another power, he didn't see in any use in being able to talk to animals.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't fucking hide?" Oliver growled in responce as the girl changed. His eyes made a shift up and down looking motion. Well, for one she was short, that was a given. Brown hair and... blue? Green eyes? Both. Weird. Oliver already didn't like her. She was way too weird for his liking. Oliver could hardly class himself as normal, being a demon with supernatural powers and all, but hey, at least he had the same color eyes, not two different. Oliver couldn't decide which to look at, blue or green? Not that it really mattered, because he hoped he wouldn't have to look at her for too long. Hello, she was a girl! Oliver didn't like girls. He liked men, males, people with penis'.

Oliver rolled his eyes at the girl, deciding to look away from her freakish eyes and around the courtyard once more. There were few people about, which was kind of surprising. It wasn't a horrible day out after all, but maybe they were down in town? Or in a garden somewhere? Ew, sunbathing. "I'll give you mine, if you give me yours." Oliver replied, looking back to the girl with glaring eyes. Nothing was said in responce to the clothing comment, since it wasn't often he mismatched and looked like he'd got dressed in the dark. He was just having a bad day, which was getting worse by the second that the freakish animal girl was there in front of him.

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TAGGED![/b] kjara and open
WORD COUNT![/b] fivehundredandninety
NOTES![/b] wooo! [/font]
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[KJARA VON RAEL]

&KJARA

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Her eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t hiding thank you. It’s called, sun bathing. You should try it. It’d probably help calm your ass down a bit.” Because it sure did help her when she was in a pissy mood, and it was obvious this guy wasn’t very happy at the moment. Either by her presence or by the simple fact he wasn’t happy at all. It was probably both.

What bothered her most was when people stared at her. Yeah, so fucking what? She had heterochromatic eyes. At least she didn’t have scales and a snake like tongue sticking out of her mouth every time she turns around. “I’m Kjara.”

[/color] Key-are-uh. Ugh, what a gay name. What was her mother thinking about calling her that? Had to go on with the family name or something like that...Not that she had a family anymore. All she had left was her adopted parents, and she hasn’t even seen them in who knows how long. Last time it waaass…Christmas. Yes, Christmas. Because Stefan was supposed to go with her down to her home town and meet her parents. Of course, it wouldn’t have ended very pretty. They wouldn’t like having a demon “fucking” their little girl. The funny thing was, Stefan and Kjara have never even had sex before.

But KJ didn’t have any time to think before she was bombarded with birds. Sparrows, hawks, crows: all birds started swarming around the two of the students, Kjara’s face covered in anger. “Would you guys leave me in peace for one moment?!”[/color] she screamed at them, throwing her arms up in the air to rid the birds. With a look of concentration, Kjara’s eyes clouded over, and the birds began to slowly move away, as if in a daze. You know I hate doing this, her voice rang out into the minds of the creatures around her, but please, leave me be for one moment. Stop swarming me like a hive of bees. Come one at a time.

With a sigh, Kjara’s shoulders hunched over with stress. She looked at the bench, and eyed it. “You don’t mind if I sit down next to you, do ya?” before he could even answer, the girl sat down beside the other person, her hands going to her face. Ugh, why did she have to be stuck with animals? Sometimes she regrets taking long runs around the campus with the wild animals. They get too attached to her. Keeping a yawn behind her hand, she put her elbows on her knees and looked out across the yards. She had to admit, it was beautiful here. But she hated it to a certain extent. Sadly, this was her home, and she was tuck here until she graduated. Two more fucking years. Great.
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[OLIVER DAMON]

some of us will die alone , some of us will never

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Oliver could only let a small smirk grace his face as the girl narrowed her eyes. Ah, someone to annoy. Oliver had a love for just making someone really get annoyed with him, he loved pissing them off. Maybe it came from his brother doing the same to him? Maybe, but Oliver didn't care to think about it. Oh yes, she would do perfectly. She seemed to be in a bad mood anyone, just like him, though of course it would be for different reasons. Oliver didn't care what was wrong with her, he just wanted to annoy her. Shrugging he rolled his eyes, knowing many people that just riled.

In fact, Oliver himself hated when people rolled their eyes at him. It was so aggrevating. Though it was a habit of his to do it almost every time someone spoke, that was if he didn't know them or like them, or if they were actually saying something worth listening to. Nine times out of ten they didn't, so it was fine in Oliver's eyes. Actually, that was another pet hate of Olivers, people saying things for the sake of it. Like thank you, and stupid phrases like that. And worst of all, definitely worst of all, he hated people who talked for the sake of talking, who spoke irrelevant facts, that he obviously wouldn't care about.

Thankfully, the girl, who had named herself Kjara (obviously she hadn't named herself, her parents had named her...) hadn't got to that stage yet. And Oliver really hoped that she wouldn't, because hell he didn't want to deal with that right now. He'd wanted to rest and have some peace, not have his ear talked off. "Oliver," he replied, giving her a nod. Before turning his head away and pretending she wasnt there.

Though it seemed not to be as she started screaming! SCREAMING! Oliver groaned, and looked over at his new aquaintance in annoyance and anger. Why couldn't she just leave him peace? Finally, when she stopped, Oliver just continued to glare, not responding to her question about sitting down, because, well, she already had sat down. Another pet hate, asking questions when you didn't need to. Rolling his eyes for the second time within minutes, Oliver turned away again, before getting a brilliant, and I do mean brilliant, cunning plan. Why not create an illusion for her? Of the birds coming back? This time the birds wouldn't go away. Oliver surpressed the need to chuckle. Maybe in a little bit he thought to himself.

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TAGGED![/b] kjara and open
WORD COUNT![/b] fourhundredandtwentythree
NOTES![/b] listening to mcfly again yikes![/font]
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