ᴠᴀɴᴅʏᴋᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ♤ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ

[Noel]

Skye Briht
-| The Desperate
| Tagged: Brendon / Herondale.

Standing frozen as Pendragon hissed, Skye attempted to tune out his words. Rather then give his name as the headmaster ordered, he instead decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut in a vain attempt to draw some attention away from him. Rather then quiver in fear like he almost wanted to, Skye instead returned to tapping at his upper legs with his fingers dully, as if the taps were seconds that would make this unfortunate experience go by faster.

When they were dismissed, Skye turned and walked -quickly- away, trying to get out of the crowd and to the safety of a building; he would have bolted if he hadn't thought it would bring even more eyes to watch him. However, he had the misfortune to both be new and be singled out by the headmaster just a few minutes before, and was promptly targeted.

Several minutes later with a bloody lip, new bruises on his arms, and a satisfied, small smile on his face, Skye had made it out of the flailing limbs of the crowd. There he broke into a sprint, making for the closest building: the hall. Slipping through the door, he made for the wall as to be away from the main mass of people inside, only to find someone had moved into the spot he had his eyes on.

Though his run had slowed to a brisk walk, Skye had been distracted as he watched the crowd, and smacked straight into the boy. "Damn it-" He cursed, gently rubbing a hand against his forehead, which had cracked against some part of the other teen.

"S-sorry." He muttered quickly, looking up at guy he had run into and taking a rapid step backwards. The teen was several inches taller than him and seemed like he had been enjoying watching the fights; of all people, not one he had wanted to run into.

[eden .]

>> there should be a food fight and chocolately cakey chaos

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Carmen blinked and frowned, genuinely bemused. Had she really done something like that? But when Europa made the Joker reference, Carmen laughed out loud.
"I guess he deserved it, then," Carmen said as Europa reminded her that he hadn't been smart. "I don't remember at all."
She followed Europa's nod towards the cafeteria, striding along at the edge of the crowd of students as they all made their way there. A few were giving her some shifty looks, but most of them were ignoring her. Probably thought her speech was a ruse or something. Oh, well. Carmen didn't have a large enough ego to care about people being afraid of her.
Upon entering the dining hall, Europa approached Carmen and greeted her with a whine. Carmen flashed a short and mechanical grin before settling into an indifferent expression.
"You're bored everyday," Carmen pointed out as she headed over to the line to get her food. "That's the only reason you make up such fun mouse traps."

« ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡᵒʷˢ˒ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶜʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵏᶤˡˡᵉʳˢˑ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᶤᶜᵗᶤᵐˢˑ »

[karkadorr]

{{ that's brilliant (y) }}

ＥＵＲＯＰＡ → 〈 the mastermind 〉

tagged carmen

"Well of course he did. One of the stupidest people I've seen come here - how he managed to pull off any crime baffles me," Europa sniffed with disdain, her belittling tone taking a turn for the more arrogant expressions she liked to don. She also noticed the newer students giving them looks. Nudging Carmen, she proceeded to give the first-years a pointed glare and reached down into her combat boot, drawing out her dagger halfway so that the blade was visible and winked at them, with a sinister grin. Some of them proceeded to move off quickly to get their food (you could hardly call it food though) and others eyed her. With a flick of her hair she followed Carmen into the line, both of them cutting in front of a procession of first-years without another glance back at the indignant expressions and exclamations. "Admit it, you love helping me with those," Europa knew that Carmen was indifferent to practically anything and everything, which made it almost like teasing a wall but she enjoyed it nevertheless. At least it wasn't like teasing the Academy's very own psychopath, which was like playing with fire. Europa had found that out the hard way, though she hated talking about it. "Speaking of which, I might just have come up with another one of my little...mouse traps," she let the two words drip off her tongue like honey.

[herondale.]

❝ all monsters are human. ❞

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❝ is that what you think i am?
you think i'm a psychopath?❞

tagged: skye, carmen, europa

Brendon had to admit that, even from where he was stood at the very edge of the room, he still felt a little edgy and nervous. His eyes fleeted from place to place, face to face, and he could hardly stand still. He kept eyeing the door, wondering if he should just call it a day and desert the whole thought of getting food. Then again, he'd done that routine countless times before and had ended up getting 'kindly' reprimanded for skipping meals. Well, he wasn't exactly reprimanded; most walked on eggshells around him so it was more or less a stern word or two. Admittedly he hated skipping meals just for the sake of his nerves so he often jumped into the queue, hastily got whatever his eyes landed on first, and then shot out the door to eat alone.

Tilting his head to the side, gaze fleeting across the tables in the hall, Brendon had taken in a deep breath and had been about to jump into the queue after Carmen and Europa when he felt something slam into his side. He very nearly lost his balance though thankfully his feet had been firmly planted on the ground. Though now probably wasn't the correct time to walk into a boy like Brendon who was already nervous and fidgety as it was. His dark gaze immediately fell on the culprit and he probably had 'murder' written all over his face. Then he did a great example of his ever-changing mood. The moment he recognised the teen from when he'd been yelled at by Pendragon, a sudden smile broke out on his face. "You're the kid that Pendragon yelled at," he commented as if he hadn't just been about to unleash hell on the boy. Though his irritation wasn't entirely lost as he then playfully gripped the smaller teen's shoulder, both subconsciously and purposefully squeezing it tightly as he then uttered, "Good luck," with the same smile on his face. He was practically one giant oxymoron in that moment.

With that, he then nudged the small teen out of the way, released his shoulder, and started towards the line of first years that Europa and Carmen had just slipped in front of. Brendon wasn't exactly someone who was gravely patient, especially in such a crowded room. His posture practically screamed irritation by the time he was nearing the line and, with a quick hardened glare at a few first-years, Brendon managed to secure a place behind Carmen and Europa in the line and folded his arms over his chest. The hold he had on his biceps was tight, so tight his knuckles had gone white and his arms had begun to hurt. But it was either that or he grabbed a nearby chair and swung it at the closest person simply for breathing in his air space. In fact, that sounded like a great idea. He even eyed a nearby vacant chair and then glanced up at the closest first-year, a relatively sadistic smile appearing on his lips, before he moved his gaze towards the wall ahead of him.

{food fight, omgyes.}

[Rivkah]

I'll post again sometime this week ;w;

[Cuckoo]

Sorry guys, I want to post but right now I am on vacation, I don't have my laptop or the Internet connection I was hoping for. I'm really sorry, and I will try my best to get something soon.

[karkadorr]

{{ that's alright c: just post when you can - thanks for letting me know }}

[eden .]

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Carmen's lips jerked again in that unnatural way as Europa bundled her over towards the food line. It wasn't Carmens fault that she was out of practice. She hadn't had much reason to put up appearances in a place that already knew that she was a serial killer. But when she was still in high school, Carmen would devote an hour after school every day to practice expressions and to get the muscles just right.
"I never said I didn't," Carmen pointed out, although it was hard to tell if she was aware Europa was teasing her or not. Sometimes Carmen didn't care about people mocking her, and sometimes her lack of knowledge in social normalcy was so abysmal that she couldn't tell at all.
"Oh, yeah?" asked Carmen as she took hold of an indignant first year's head and pushed him back. "Do tell."
At Brendon's approach behind her, Carmen paused in her pushing and turned to look at him. He was wearing a very ghoulish looking expression that made the first year Carmen was holding back nearly pee his pants. In any case, he ran away before Carmen could do any more.
"I thought I smelled gamma breath," Carmen commented lightly, alluding to Brendon's rather monsterish persona that only intensified when he was pissed off. "How was your summer, dear?"
In reality, a student with only one year of previous experience probably shouldn't have been speaking with another that had three years behind him, but unfortunately, Carmen was too ignorant to understand the social rules of hierarchy and seniority, as well. And it didn't help that she was apathetic.

« ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡᵒʷˢ˒ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶜʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵏᶤˡˡᵉʳˢˑ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᶤᶜᵗᶤᵐˢˑ »

[Cuckoo]

||Damien||The Ruthless||
||Tagged: Kinda Skye, mentions Carmen, Europa and Brendon||

Damien walked across the courtyard at a slow, lethargic pace. He had just been woken from an afternoon snooze by the grumpy old hag that had been his baby sitter for the past four hours or more. He had been held from the opening ceremony as a punishment for several ‘issues’ he had caused at last year’s ceremony. He himself couldn’t pinpoint exactly what he had done to deserve the ‘punishment’, he had done a lot of things the past year, but he was trying to recall the reason so that he could do it again to avoid next year’s ceremony as well. He would take a nap in a dingy old office listening to the hag type away over listening to the headmaster drone on any day.

As he walked he lit a cigarette and let it hang loosely from his lips, watching a few other people that remained behind in the courtyard. His eyes lingered on a small group of them being reprimanded by an administrator but his gaze quickly flicked away when he noticed all of them had their heads hung and shoulders hunched, like kicked puppies who had been caught chewing on a shoe. If they couldn’t even look at the person yelling at them they were not worth his notice. So instead he turned his attention to the watch he wore on his wrist and changed the direction in which he was walking, towards the dining hall.

When he walked through the doors, cigarette still hanging from his lips, he gained himself a few surprised glances but not many, and once they figured out he had no intention of putting out his smoke, they all went back to whatever they were doing. His gaze swept over the crowd, locating the familiar faces of Carmen and Europa standing in line, and the retreating figure of Brendon. He would have made a move to follow, since the aforementioned were some of the only people he could stand around here, but his attention was caught by the boy Brendon seemed to be walking away from. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and looked about ready to bolt at any moment. With a lift of his brow he stopped to lean against a wall, content to watch to see what the boy would do for now, until he grew bored or found it not worth his time anymore. Besides, the line Europa and Carmen were standing in was entirely too crowded and full of annoying first years for his taste, so he had nothing better to do until they exited the line.

[Noel]

Skye Briht
-| The Desperate
| Tagged: Damien / NCC-1701

When Brendon stared down at him, Skye felt his blood freeze. Though the other boy smiled a moment later, Skye couldn't force down his rising panic. His hand slipped into his coat, fumbling for the knife he had smuggled in, sure he would have to use it any second. Jumping as his shoulder was grabbed, the small teen was seconds from slashing as the taller boy's arm when he was not-so-gently nudged to the side. He would need every bit of the good luck Brendon has hissed at him, he thought to himself as he watched him walk off.

Should he go into the lunch line? Seeing the amount of students looking ready to kill anyone who dared step near them and a few devious looking girls, he decided skipping a meal wouldn't hurt him. It wouldn't be a first. Instead, he glanced around the room, seeking some place he could sit or just move to, so he could cease to stand awkwardly by the wall. Skirting around, he made a few steps towards the nearest door, while skimming the crowd.

A shiver ran up his spine as his gaze settled another teen, who to undersized Skye, was huge. The towering male's eyes had followed him, watched him; Skye froze as his mind leapt to horrified conclusions. First, he was being singled out as an easy victim, which he likely would be to such a giant student. Second, this student had seen him steal any number of the small trinkets he had grabbed before and during the headmaster's speech. Perhaps he was just bored, but... He was only a few feet away, so Skye didn't have to raise his voice much to ask:

"What're you staring at?"