Saint Dominic's Boarding School ((Accepting!!))

[aurumlupus]

Sev gently raised her head. "For what?" he asked

[Anomaly]

"I just..." Valeriana looked down. "I don't want you to feel bad because of me."

[aurumlupus]

Sev smiled sadly. "It's alright, just something I'll have to get over. It'll be better that way." he said.
((I gotta go to sleep, I'm almost passing out on my iPod. Good night!))

[Anomaly]

Valeriana rested her head against his hand. She looked at him. "Still..."

((Have a good night. I've started to do that on my iPod too.))

[el3ctr1c]

Max couldn't believe her luck! There was always a lecture of some kind, but she was getting off scot free. Well, almost. That gaze made her want to shrivel up and hide in a hole. At the same time, it was almost maternal. Or maybe it was because they saw so much of each other. The werewolf was here so often the the headmistress new all of her information. That or she had a very good memory. Possibly both, but no reason to dwell.

Max nodded to the intimidating woman and rushed out of the room with her tail between her legs, figuratively of course. She had a class to get to! Without a word of parting, she made her way to Battle Strategies with less haste than she had previously. The class was never doing any important. She had probably missed little, if anything.

Eventually, Max made it to class and slipped in quietly, hoping to avoid detection. She didn't like having lots of attention at one time and people normally got it when they walked in late. To her delight, everyone was rather concentrated on the lesson. Perhaps she had missed something. The werewolf sat down and looked around for someone to fill her in.

[HypnoticPanda]

Headmistress Avila

The headmistress' mouth cracked into a tiny smile as she watched the girl rush to class. She then turned and made her way out of the front doors and out to the parking lot. A long black limo was waiting to pick her up right at the end of the pathway leading out from the school. A driver rushed out and opened the door for her. The headmistress slid in without a word and found herself shoulder to shoulder with her guardian. He gave her a nod and scooted over to the other side of the limo, giving her more room. Avila crossed her legs and waited for the driver to take her to an private airport, used only for school officials. She tapped her foot against the door and resisted the urge to bite her nails. Once they reached the airport her guardian exited the limo and jogged up to the jet that was already running. Her driver stood outside of her door, waiting for the werewolf's signal that all was clear. The guardian came out a few moments later and gave a curt nod, going down the steps from the jet to wait for the Headmistress. "Thank you." She was curt with her thank you to the driver, and quickly made her way to the jet. Her guardian pulled up the stairs when she took a seat in the lush upholstery. A few moments later the pilot came over the intercom and told her they would be taking off now. She said nothing and leaned her head against the jet's window. Her guardian sat across from her. His arms were on his knees, and his head was in between his legs. "Did you take something for that sickness?" She asked him, not bothering to turn to look. "No ma'am." Came the response, and then a ragged breath. "I guess wolves don't like not having their feet on the ground." She teased him. "No ma'am we don't." He responded, a chill went over his spine.

Cyrus Rider & Battle Strategies teacher

Cyrus looked into her eyes. His voice was barely a breath of air when he responded. "We could join the rebels." His heart tightened and his gut wrenched with fear. Not from her rejection of the idea, which he was sure would happen, but from the real possibility someone else could be listening to them. The Battle Strategies teacher looked up as Maxine entered the classroom. "My my, another straggler." He looked down at his piece of paper. "Miss Remington correct?"

[aurumlupus]

Sev gently carressed the side of her face with his thumb as she rested her head against his hand. He looked into her eyes and gave a faint smile. "Still?" he asked quietly.

Faith didn't respond for a few minutes. She just sat and thought. "What exactly are the rebels fighting for?" she whispered.

[Anomaly]

Cyler looked at the late comer and went back to sit down. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. She bit her lip.

Valeriana looked at him and bit her lip. "I feel like I'm ordering you to do This..."

[HypnoticPanda]

You guys don't have to read this book of the headmistress, haha. It's just there for plot reasons.))

Headmistress Avila

The headmistress was silent for the rest of the trip. The plane landed too soon. She yawned, popping her ears. Her guardian stood and exited the plane before returning a few moments later with the "OK." Avila made her way off the plane, careful not to trip and make a fool of herself with her heels. She found her hands in an elderly vampire's. "Ahh, Avila my dear. So good to see you again." The elderly vampire said, he brought her closer and kissed her cheeks french style. "You too Headmaster." She smiled respectfully. "Please dear, call me Augustus." He patted her hand and lead her to another limo. She scooted in, once again squishing shoulders with her guardian. He stayed put though, and she was the one to scoot over when Headmaster Augustus was in the limo. Him and his guardian sat across from Avila and her guardian as they took off toward the building the meeting would be held it. Avila shifted uncomfortably, and she crossed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her legs. "Would you care for a drink my dear?" Augustus asked, offering the headmistress a wine glass full of blood. Her eyes shifted to her guardian who immediately reached for the glass. He lifted it to his nose and took a tiny drink. A moment went by and nothing happened, eventually he handed it to Avila. "I do hope you don't find us rude, He- Augustus. Desperate times call for desperate measures as you well know." Avila gave the elder an apologetic look before taking a sip.Augustus shrugged, "No harm done I assure you, I would have done the same thing." By the time the headmistress finished her drink they pulled up to a large Victorian style house. Avila set the glass down and waited for the door to be open. This time, her guardian didn't get out first to check around. Instead he stayed in the car, with Augustus' guardian. "We'll be here after the meeting ma'am." Her guardian promised. She nodded shortly and exited the limo. Together her and Augustus made their way up the steps into the home. Inside it had been completely gutted to create a large open room, the top floors had been removed to create a humungous ceiling. A large, round table sat in the middle of the room, and several vampires were seated in the medieval style chairs. Two spots were open, one for Augustus, and one for Avila. "Headmaster Augustus and Headmistress Avila have arrived!" A vampire shouted, this vampire sat in the largest seat, though he looked young, vibrant, he dressed as if he had just got done acting a play with Shakespeare. "Good evening Chairman Evander." Avila said as she took her seat. A werewolf who had obviously been sold to slavery came up immediately and offered her a glass of blood, or water. Avila kindly declined. Though she did her best to avoid staring at the werewolf, she failed. The werewolf girl's head was shaved completely bald, void of even stubble. Her eyebrows had been plucked into a thing line, creating the illusion of no emotion. Her face was hollow and she had a device on her ankle that prevented her from shifting. Her eyes though were that of a wolf. The headmistress turned her gaze from the girl, feeling a pang of reluctant guilt. "We can begin now at last yes?" A thick Russian accent asked. "Of course Headmistress Faina. We may begin." Chairman Evander responded. He stood from his chair and gestured his arms out. "Welcome my brothers and sisters."

Cyrus Rider

Cyrus swallowed. "They fight for freedom and equality. But I'm not so sure they'll ever achieve it." He whispered back. That's what he felt anyway. If you asked anyone else they would call the rebels savages that just enjoyed killing everyone. "They run in packs, like real wolves." He whispered again, pulling her closer, in an almost crushing hug.

[HypnoticPanda]

Alrighty guys.
If you want to be a minimod, let me know. There'll be two. As a minimod it's your job to:
1) Help me make up my mind on stuff.
2) Help me come up with plots and twists to keep the RP active
3) OCCASIONALLY help me advertise on viewtopic.php?f=28&t=917558

Also. I've added a new Scenario and page to page 1. It's for the rebels. You can make as many rebels as you want.
I'll add more to it in a bit. ))