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Post by Victoria St. Laurent ™ on Jun 30, 2008 14:44:34 GMT -5
viki SAINT laurent.[/font] [WORDS]→[ATTIRE]←[JORDAN♥] ______________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________[/center] A new school, a new life, a new fucking identity. Victoria didn't know who she was anymore, she had done something that she never thought she would do. Surely the big man upstairs was going ot change his mind and send her to a place that she just didn't want to go. Then again, Viki had absolutely no idea how this whole heaven/ hell thing worked. Seeing and Viki had only been an angel for little less than three months, she didn't know what the hell she was going to do. She had found out through the grapevine that there was a school specifically made for people like her. Sure enough, she arrived at the school and everyone had a different aura; some were angels, some were demons, some were vampires and some were werewolves. Honestly, Viki was scared shitless about this whole thing, especially when it came to the demons that were around her all of the time. Her boyfriend could become a demon and attend this school; what if he did? She wouldn't be able to escape him for the end of time.
One thing Viki was sure of; her love and passion for art. Sitting on the floor of the art room, she had a large piece of paper in front of her. The black charcoal pencil in her hand as she drew lines over the page. Her face was splotched with black from slight itches and such on her face, but it wasn't like anyone was going to see her. She liked being alone after hours, it was quiet and she was able to think about things that she wasn't usually able to think about. Right now, she was thinking about how her life was laid out in front of her every single day. The way she died, how her parents missed her and she couldn't do anything because they knew she was dead. The fact that he boyfriend was probably going to come back and kick her scrawny little ass. She was scared about her life, she was scared of what she had become; she had no idea what powers she had or what she was supposed to do with them. However, she did know that she had wings, and they were exceedingly difficult to keep hidden. So, what did she do? She let them free, expanding at about 8 feet.
Here she was, sitting on the floor of the art room, drawing a dark and gloomy picture with her angel wings exposed to the world. It wasn't like anyone was going to see anyways, most people would be asleep at this time of night.
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Post by jordan conry_♣ on Jun 30, 2008 15:12:30 GMT -5
♥ Jordan Conry ♥ Jordan couldn't relax tonight. Trevor was up too, out somewhere most likely with Marina; in fact he was probably staying over in her dorm room tonight, if not, then it would be somewhere private like the abandoned guest rooms. Yeah, they'd be there no doubt. Jordan had a little secret room over there himself - he only ever when there when he reall wanted to get away from everything, sometimes even silentl cry about having his heart broken over Arianna. Dammit he just could not stop thinking about that girl and that forsaken demon bofriend of hers, Tyler. If Jordan wasn't an angel, boy that demon would be beaten to a pulp and that bitch - sent back to the flames man. It made him so angry sometimes, just thinking about how naive he had been, but yet how slutty she had been, wanting him to sleep with her and buying seductive clothes and shit to wear especially for him. It had been a good thing Jordan had actually taken his time with Arianna and not pounced her!
God, why could he not get to sleep tonight? he'd done so much today - he'd gonefor a run and then done some weights because even an angel has to keep buff. He'd played around 4 hours worth of his guitar, and the feeling in his fingers was evidence. He had done a load of science work and he had even gone for a flight to stretch his wings. Since he had been heart broken by Arianna, Jordan had started to be more of an angel lately, using his wings more often and flying more often; it was nice to see the guy being an angel and not hiding from it all the time. It had been forgotten how large his wings actually were since he had kept them folded for so long. Moving them now was like a fresh feeling, one that woke him up. Right, so he couldnt get to sleep so fuck trying - he got up and got dressed, giving his wings a little shake. He coughed and looked out the window seeing that there were no clouds in the sky and the stars were clearl visible against the black night sky. It was silent outside, so Jordan thought a stroll would make him tired. He left his dorm room quietly and in silence he walked down the corridor letting his feet randomly take him wherever.
First he went to the cafeteria, having been so used to going there when he would get out of bed in the mornings, then he went to the staircase that led to the roof and decided going there would not be on the agenda for tonight, and somewhow turned down a corridor he hadnt been down for a long time. He vaguely remembered what was down there but only knew exactly where he was once he caught the smell of the paint and pastals. He smiled remembering the art room! Gosh, he hadnt done art for so long - science had been drowning him in work that Jordan hadn't done any art work for ages. So he actually went up the stairs and opened the door to the room, suprised when he aw that the light was still on. He looked around as he stepped in, seeing the bits and bobs of material and masterpieces, before he saw the beautiful span of two gorgeous white feathered wings. Like a guy usuall drooled over seeing a girl's butt, Jordan's jaw dropped a little at the sight of the wings. Holy shit thet were better than boobies! What was it with female wings? They always seemed so much damn better than male wings, Jordan's were white, and large and feathered too but, no way were they as ... sexy ... as the two he was looking at. Hey? he spoke softly wondering who it was sitting in the art room at this time of night
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Post by Victoria St. Laurent ™ on Jun 30, 2008 15:47:14 GMT -5
viki SAINT laurent.[/font] [WORDS]→[ATTIRE]←[JORDAN♥] ______________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________[/center] Letting the moment sink in for a little while longer, the poor girl let out a soft sigh. Her life had been shattered within a matter of seconds, the way the boy's knife had pierced her back, then her arm, then her side, then her heart; then he just left her there to die. How could someone do that? Why did he do that? That was something that Viki never figured out; why the fuck did he do such a demonous thing to her? Wiping her fore head, Viki contemplated it in her head, just what she could have done that was so bad for him to do that to her. Honestly, she couldn't think of anything, absolutely nothing came to mind. Viki was such a good girlfriend, she bought him whatever he wnated, gave him love, wasn't too needy, she was very loyal. God, what did she do? As she thought about it, her drawing got more vigerous and the shading became slightly messy befpre she broke the pencil in half.
Once she had, her mind snapped back into reality and looked at her drawing; it was still good, but it had a few off spots about it. Viki looked at her pencil and slightly laughed at herself and how stupid she was being. Looking over at the other thousand pencils, Viki picked up another and started drawing the picture that she had started. It was of a forest, that was somewhat like a tunnel and it showed a light at the end of it, but there was a silouette at the end. Viki didn't know who or what it was, but she liked it, so she was keeping it. Smiling softly, she looked at her art work; she knew she was good at what she loved, that's why she loved it so much. It was just so stunning, she was going to keep it and hang it up where she did all of her other drawings.
Her trance was broken when she heard a voice for behind her. Jerking her head towards it, she hid her wings and went wide eyed. Standing up, she looked at the boy who was in the doorway, "I-I-...uh..." it was obvious that he had seen her. Right now, she would be able to sense his aura, but she was too startled to think right now. She just figured he was demon, just like she did with everyone she met. Her deep blue eyes stayed on the boy, taking in his appearance; not bad. That was when she shook her head and started to think straight; she sense his aura and it told her he was an angel. Thank fucking god. Sorry big guy.
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Post by jordan conry_♣ on Jun 30, 2008 16:32:27 GMT -5
♥ Jordan Conry ♥ He hadn't expected such a beauty to be in this school but of course, this was the only school around for miles that accepted the gifted and immortal. He smiled softly and shook his head lightly It's okay, don't get up. I'm sorry for frightening you. I shouldn't have crept up on you like that he spoke hoping he hadn't put her off with his sudden apperance. He took a deep breath in and stepped back a little staying in the doorway, where his wings were hidden, just in the dark of the corridor. Im Jordan Conry he spoke quietly taking a sidestep so that he wasn't blocking the doorway and making her feel trapped. His wings brushed against the archway of the enterance as he walked through, and seemed to go on forever. They poked above his head and the very tips only stopped by his ankles and they looked warm and soft, with strength and elegance too, but hers - hers looked like the type a child would want to sink into, and cuddle up against when cold and vulnerable. Not had he known her for three minutes and he already could tell she has a pure heart, but a troubled one; her eyes held secrets, dark ones too.
He smiled again and lowered his green eyes to look to the ground. He saw her drawing and discreetly gasped in his mind. She was amazing! She was beautiful and talented! Oh please God say this girl was real and not a vision. Had you finally answered Jordan's prayers? So, you're an angel too? I don't think Ive ever see you here before though; are you a new student? he asked wanting her to become known to him and relaxed. One thing Jordan probably didnt do any favours about was his looks - tattoos, piercings, unusual eye make up, and a clothing style that didnt quite match the rest of him - no wonder the girl would be on edge. Im sorry if I spooked you. I wasnt expecting someone to be up here, and at this time of night too
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Post by Victoria St. Laurent ™ on Jun 30, 2008 17:01:36 GMT -5
viki SAINT laurent.[/font] [WORDS]→[ATTIRE]←[JORDAN♥] ______________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________[/center] Now, to most people, Jordan would probably scare the living shit out of people just because of his appearance. Honestly, this was just a certain turn on for this angel, her last boyfriend was a tattoo junkie as well; though she hated him now. Her eyes stayed on Jordan as he spoke with a gentle tone, that she would suspect from a guy who looked like him. Her eyes locked on his and she could tell he had a good heart, but it was broken. This was the sort of thing that creeped Viki out, that she coudl see into other people's hearts and see what had happened to them, "It's okay. I was sort of on edge anyways." she explained and softly shrugged. When he introduced himself, she softly smiled, "Victoria St. Laurent. But you can call me Viki." she explained and kept smiling. When she saw his wings, she could feel butterflies explode in her stomach; he looked so magestic and free. She hadn't seen anyone like him before; so bad ass and yet so gentle and soft. Viki wasn't sure what to think of him yet, though, seeing as she was new here and all.
Hearing his next question, she nodded and bit her lip, "Yeah I am, just...new in general." she explained, hoping he would get what she meant by 'new in general'. Maybe he could help her figure out this whole 'angel' consept and such. The boy seemed to feel bad that she was spooked by him, which she found oddly adorable, "It's okay, really. I didn't think anyone was up either and I thought that maybe you were a human for an instant." she explained and shrugged. Her eyes stayed on Jordan as he looked at her art, "It's not done yet..." she explained and wiped her forehead again. She could tell he was slightly impressed by what she had just drawn and created in her head.
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Post by jordan conry_♣ on Jun 30, 2008 17:21:55 GMT -5
♥ Jordan Conry ♥ Jordan's green eyes looked back up to the girl when she spoke of her name. He smiled and then pressed his pierced lips together and gave a little cough. You have...erm he spoke, pointing his finger to his nose and cheek, in a slight circular motion. He looked down feeling a little embaressed he'd told her she was dirty. No way was she - oh, woah; she was a newly formed messenger. Jordan then took the time to look over her like she really was something out of his dreams. You're pure... he whispered, meaning that she was probably one of the newest angels God had created. He felt slightly overwhelmed, seeing a girl who had once been human and the died, only to be specially chosen by the Lord. Jordan had been born an angel, both his parents were angels and the Lord felt it best of course, to make Jordan an angel too - seeing as it was in the family anyway. He smiled softly and then sighed slowly, feeling relaxed You handle your wings beautifully he spoke before mentall cursing himself. That was not a thing ou said to a girl, especially one you only just met five minutes ago!
Jordan looked down at the drawing and then back up at Victoria Is it about -- your death? he asked pointing at it discreetly with his fingers but then quickly looking up at her Sorry. I shouldn't be asking that he added before half turning, the top of his wing lightly tapping the chandaler and making the light twinkle around the room as the glass droplets shook softly and made gentle charm like noises. Jordan looked up thinking hed broken something but sighed in relief once he saw what hed done Yeah, like I said - you handle your wings beautifully he spoke looking over to her to see the light sparkle over her face and body. Oh man, if the boy could fall to his knees infront of this girl, he would have done it there and then, but he was so overwhelmed that his body locked up for a moment as he looked at her and became breathless.
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Post by Victoria St. Laurent ™ on Jun 30, 2008 17:57:47 GMT -5
viki SAINT laurent.[/font] [WORDS]→[ATTIRE]←[JORDAN♥] ______________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________[/center] When Jordan pointed out that he face was dirty, she slightly gasped and started wiping her face. She looked back at Jordan after wiping and asked, "Is it gone?" not knowing that it wasn't even close to being gone. Viki was a shy person when she was a human, but now, she felt totally comfortable just tlaking with Jordan. It was kind of odd. Maybe it wasn't because she was a human, it was because Jordan was easy to talk to? She would have to find out when she met another new person. For now, she would just not question it and let herself just be comfortable around him. It wasn't a bad thing to be comfortable around a complete stranger, especially if it he was such an attractive one. When Jordan told her she held her wings beautifully, she could feel herself start to blush, Damnit! she cursed herself before she smiled, "Thank you. You hold yours with pride, I can tell." she explained and bit her lip softly. Her eyes stayed on Jordan, exploring the top half of his body with her eyes. The many tattoos on his arms, the beautiful wings on his back, his peircings and his mezmorising eyes. She took a quick step towards him, somewhat not thinking about what she was doing. However, when she caught herself, she stopped and looked at the ground in slight embrassment.
Viki looked back at her drawing when Jordan asked if it was about her death; she simply shook her head. Her attention looked back at him, "If it was of my death, it would probably a whole lot more blood on it." she explained and bit her lip again. She didn't want to tell him how he died, but she would give im hint that would probably tell him that she was murdered. He would have probablu guess suicide, but if she had claimed suicide, she would be a demon and not an angel. When he commented on her wings once more, she blushed again and looked at the ground, "And like I said, you hold yours up with pride." she explained.
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