Wickedly Twisted - A High School RP |Accepting|Lit to Semi|

[foxes800]

"Well of course I know they won't stop you. Afterall that's why hunters use the element of surprise," she said casually, holding her ground as Izzy stepped closer. "I just like to see your reaction to things," she added smirking. Lexi listened to Izzy's next comment and laughed, "I know he can take care of himself, I don't have any intention of killing him. No I have different plans," she grinned at Izzy. "And I never had any intention of coming to shoot you," she chuckled. "I wanted to test how easily baited you are," Lexi smirked, "Pretty easy I might add. "Anything else parasite?" she asked calmly looking at Izzy. "Aaron is probably almost done with those other hunters I brought for distraction, so our conversation can be interupted at any moment" she said.

((If you want Sev or Claire to do something you can join in or watch the Izzy vs Lexi thing going on right now in the woods-- just no killing Lexi I still have evil plans for her Or Sev and Claire could talk to each other))

[Chendre]

(alright...)
Claire
I walk outside, and into the wood's, and see Izzy, and some chick fighting, so i walk over.

[Malcasia]

After nudging her suitcase again, Inami almost slapped herself in the forehead. She put her hand into her pocket and drew out a slip of paper that had her dorm room number on it. Grumbling at her stupidity, she picked up her suitcase and began to walk down the hall toward a flight of stairs. She found the six hundreds and began to search the numbers for her own. When she found it, the numbers 695 seemed to be a welcoming sight. With a sigh, she opened the door and went inside. She dropped her pack and suitcase on her bed and flopped down beside them, flicking her tail to the side as she lay down.

[Becca_009]

(Can Demina do something?)

[foxes800]

((Well of course if you want you can have her join in with the Lexi vs Izzy thing. Or she can talk with one of the other students who aren't chatting with someone else, like Sev or Inami. I have to wait for magicbubbles' response right now so it may be a little while before I can have Lexi reply to anything else))

[Malcasia]

(Inami is getting ready to explore a little if you want she can run into Demina. Sorry about the late reply, was trying to get my mp3 to quit spazzing)

[Becca_009]

(Sure that would be lovely! I feel kind of left out, right now. )

[Malcasia]

(lol. I think my mp3 player hates this song. I'm trying to listen to Heather Dale's song Changeling Child but it wont let it play. it gets into the first bit of it and then freezes up. That or I need a new mp3. and ok. She's going to be in the hallway here in just a second)
Inami stared at the ceiling of her dorm room, flicking her tail against the bed. As she listened to the thumps it made, she thought a bit about nothing in particular before she sat up. She looked about her room again, furrowing her eyebrows a moment. She stood up and walked across the room, her boots thudding on the ground as she did so, and she closed the curtain. She smirked at how dark the room got and, satisfied, went toward the door. She paused a moment and went to her backpack to grab her drawing book, a smaller pack holding her colored pencils, erasers, pens, pencils, and a pastel set. She put the pack over her shoulder and then proceeded out the door. She was going to explore a bit then find someplace to set so she could work on a few pictures.

[Becca_009]

(Alright, I'll get Demina ready. )

Demina's eyes scanned the room once she'd settled her things onto the bed that was set up against the far east of the wall. It was covered with plain white and dark blue sheets. Dru hopped onto the bed and made himself comfortable when Demina thought of going to the library as she drew out her poetry journal. Maybe a book would calm her nerves, she thought to herself as she began stumbling out of the room, leaving Dru alone in the room.

[Malcasia]

Inami was flicking through her drawing book as she walked, her tail hanging toward the floor as she walked, the tip of it occasionally flicking back and forth as she was lost deep in thought. She furrowed her eyebrows at a chalk drawing of a shadow creature she had been working on on the ride out. She wasn't satisfied with his eyes, that would be something she would have to work on later.