Blood Curse [Vampire/Human/Angels/Hmn Powers RP]

[geinkotsu]

It seemed the class went on for ages as Lamento scribbled down half-hearted lines of some crappy short story. It wasn’t like he cared. School was a drag, and he’d rather be with friends. Talk about your average teenager- though there were many things about his life that wasn’t normal. Being a vampire for one. Lamento signed his name on the piece of paper, his handwriting was in cursive with loose lazy loops. Making it look rather sloppy, though still eligible and rather nice. But he hadn’t been putting his heart into it, his mind preoccupied. He sat there with his closed book, eyes staring out the window in silence until he heard the bell ring.

“Your homework assignment will be to read this book and record your thoughts of the stories. Adiosu.” He said. He set a stack of books on the table and leaned against his desk. “A chapter a night and no less, no more.”

Lamento sighed at the teacher, staring at the board. He closed his book and stood with the rest of the students, handing in his half-hearted story and grabbing a book, slipping it into his black messenger bag.

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Rell continued to write until the bell rang. He loved to write, it was one of the ways he could best communicate. So far he LOVED this teacher. He of course didn't hear the bell ring but he noticed his companion get up so he followed. He gave the teacher a friendly smile when he handed in his work and followed Lamento out. "Mei? Do you want to talk of tha boy from e-lier?"

[PinkyTheImposter]

devin sighed and stood up she grabed the book and walked out she leaned against the wall and waited for devon to come find her she watched as every one else left the class room she wondered if she could get switched again or devon could but knowing there luck they would be split for this class..

[geinkotsu]

Lamento was about to vanish into the crowd and skip school before he heard Rell’s voice and immediately stopped. He held his bag tightly, but looked back at Rell with a smile. Fake. He shook his head. “No.” he said simply. Eyes clearly portraying his emotions as they had become a dull gray with not a color there. His eyes were a mood ring that he could not betray, even as much as he tried to hide it. He was nervous, anxious, afraid, depressed. He couldn’t get it off his mind. Lamento decided that it was perhaps hard for Rell to read his lips, since Lamento could be a fast talker at times- even though he didn’t mean to. So he signed out what he said next. ‘Do you want to come to the church after school?’ his signing was a tad sloppy, out of practice. But clear enough to be understandable. ‘Though it has to be an hour or so after, as I have things to do.’

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Rell smiled when he signed. Oh it was so nice to see someone speak to him in what he considered his native 'tongue'. 'Of course!' He signed back with a smile. 'What church? There are a few in town.' He really didn't want to wonder into the wrong church. That would be almost as embarrassing as wondering into the girls locker room once. If nothing else that little adventure made people lay off the gay jokes for awhile.

[geinkotsu]

Lamento thought about it- he didn’t know how to sign names or such very well. Albeit, he was way out of practice with sign language. Lamento opened his bag and ripped a piece of paper from his notebook, putting it against the wall and started to write down the name ‘Rhodes Church’, then writing out the address and the street it was on. Which was, of course, Rhodes St., so it’d be easy to remember. And, it was basically the main Christian church in the town, meaning that it was more a cathedral than anything. Lamento dropped the pen in his bag and handed him the paper. ‘I’ll be free at four. Come at that time.’ he signed.

[PinkyTheImposter]

devin sighed she was still leaning against the wall her eyes were a dark brown now devon hadnt come yet she bit her lip and looked around her brown eyes darting back and forth between peoples faces she put her hands in her pockets and sighed again wanting to go home but devon told her to wait for her out side this class..

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Rell read over the paper and nodded. "Four." He repeated to make sure he understood. That was enough time for him to walk home and put his stuff down before going over. "Bring anything?" He asked him. It wasn't polite to just go to someones house and not offer to bring something. At least not with the way he was raised.

[geinkotsu]

Lamento smiled when he repeated the number. School let out at three-thirty, so Rell himself would have thirty minutes to do what he wanted. Though, Lamento had decided to skip the rest of the few classes he had. Its not like failing grades were uncommon. Besides… Lamento had been in the same grade for about four years… It wasn’t like he cared much at all. He thought for a moment when Rell asked if he wanted him to bring something. ‘Anything you want to if you want to do something other than talk.’ he signed. His sign language was a bit less slang, since he couldn’t incorporate his usual speak within it. He was still a little rusty. And that must have been obvious from the sloppy hand work. Oh well, at least Rell understood… or, he hoped so…

[Lilo.]

Emmaline kicked her chair into the back of the room, her thrust angered but it was impossible to tell why, becase nobody had done anything in the past....forever? Her eyes flickered, darkening over a shadow that lingered just below her eye-brow, covering half of her eye-lid, that was sprinkled with gold glitter, but a thin layer of it so it didn't look like she'd just dabbed it on.
With her hand, she pushed her hair back, her hand running up her forward, meeting with her fringe, sweat cascading onto her hand from her forehad, and the roots of her hair. Even her roots had tints of red, because her natural hair colour was black with red streaks, although, how that worked is a mystery. She never dyed it, although people thought that was what she did.
Emmaline slumped her body when she walked past Lamento and Rell, accidently knocking Lamento's left shoulder. About to turn back to say sorry, she thought about it for a second, but she then thought, no, he'd think I did it on purpose ifi I said sorry. So she just carried on walking, but her pace slowed so she ended up by Lamento again. Her face flushed red, her chin meeting with her chest. Emmaline was glad that her almost-bare-backed shirt covered up the bottom of her back, or else she would of hated walking in front of people.