 03:58:42 Iris lynx
this hits way harder though because I've pretty much been cooped up in my room for 4 years looking for an entry level job I can walk to without a car x-x I have no friends and this was the first conversation ive had in like 4 years |
03:58:32 Kelan/Rain| Also on the him not getting back to you, as a working adult, sometimes emails just sit in my inbox, especially those that I think aren't super time pressed |
03:57:14 Kelan/Rain| ... okay now I'm curious if he could take it personally what was the question you asked? |
03:56:45 🎀 Diva| give it a day or two, he also might need a minute |
03:56:44 whisper/lynx iris
everyone makes mistakes in life. everyone you know has definitely made many mistakes, probably maybe even like the one you made. you'll be fine, because here is everyone else, living life as if nothing happened |
03:56:32 Void Malign| It's school, people are there to learn. Dumb questions are going to be asked and honestly, it's not something that needs or should be apologized over. |
03:56:00 Iris Diva
I did but my worry is that in his comment he took what I said personally or something and I already did my apology email but he hasnt gotten back to me |
03:55:44 Kelan/Rain| I mean, I don't know if it's an American university or if your curriculum is based off having good class participation, but believe me, you aren't the first student they've had ask a dumb question, and you won't be the last. I had my fair share of dumb questions when I was going through college |
03:55:00 Iris| myth minecraft aint strong enough this gave me full body stinging tingles like when you think something big and heavy is gonna hit you tingles |
03:54:27 🎀 Diva| i totally agree on it, you said something - its far worse you hide and whine about it. Own it instead and move forward, the best is always to pick up your phone or send an email and explain yourself, can avoid a lot of shit that way |
03:54:25 Angel Cats🐈| Try not to worry about it too much, please |
03:54:09 Iris| i think ima not show up next week |
03:53:35 Iris Angel
trust me i DID but bro aint got back to me and ohmagosh ohmagosh ohmagosh this is like actually the first real fear ive felt in a LONG time |
03:53:23 Angel Cats🐈| Not sure what you said, but hopefully it will work out okay for you |
03:53:16 whisper/lynx| -HEE Click- OMG my first world class bravery horse! :D from capture day lol |
03:52:37 Angel Cats🐈| Can you contact the professor and apologize |
03:52:33 Prag/Liz| Iris, I guess I don't know for sure because I don't know the comment, but I feel like you will probably be okay. Stuff like that tends to blow over! |
03:52:31 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Iris
I can distract you with a minecraft meme... |
03:51:49 Angel Cats🐈| Can't wait to get another one |
03:51:36 Angel Cats🐈| I miss my premium account, and unlimited breed approvals |
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"Shit" I curse. Fear lacing my eyes as the foot breaches the door before I can close it. Panic and bile now rising in my throat. An eerie calm as the adrenline surges, as I glance towards the stairs, my second chance to escape. I eye up the figure before me before I gasp softly, the features familair, that voice. That voice! It was the man I had seen earlier that day. His voice feeling like velvet coarsing over my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. Mortal? My mind hangs on the very word. He can't be? I squint, taking in his familair frame and catching the shine of the dog tags in the dim light of the hallway. Panic turns my blood cold as I make the realisation. The connection. I have investigated the supernatural all my life and yet, here I stood, woefully underprepared encase I dared ever meet one. Do I even address what he is out loud? Military? He must of come from somewhere. My mind is racing as I play out the events that have unfolded before me. At his final words, I turn and run. My legs fumbling at the stairs. The bannister a blur. My hands panicking and picking to find the keys to the door of my apartment. I start to whimper. I don't want to die. Not like my mother. The car. The fur. The claw marks. The body. Skinless. |
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Rowan stepped into the apartment, his head tilting to the side in a manner reminiscent of a curious dog, as if seeking to decipher the unspoken secrets within the room. His movements were slow and deliberate, each step imbued with an air of nonchalance that suggested he felt right at home. With a soft, almost reverent pull, he closed the door behind him, the subtle click resonating like a whisper in the otherwise silent space. As he ventured further inside, his body instinctively navigated the familiar terrain, each footfall purposeful yet relaxed. The faint scent of lingering coffee hung in the air, mixed with the quiet warmth of the street light streaming through the window. He paused momentarily to absorb the surroundings, his gaze dancing over the various trinkets that adorned the shelves – a carefully arranged collection of books, a stray mug with a faded logo, and a small potted plant that stretched eagerly towards where the sun rose in the morning. With a sudden burst of energy, he glided across the room, drawn irresistibly to a corkboard fixed against one wall. His head remained tilted, and his eyes, bright with curiosity, roamed intently over the eclectic collage of notes, photographs, and reminders that were pinned haphazardly. Each piece told a story, fragments of thoughts and memories swirling together in a chaotic yet strangely beautiful arrangement. “Investigator, huh?” he mused, his voice low, laced with playful curiosity as he shifted his gaze to meet hers. There was a flicker of mischief in his expression, an understanding that hinted at an unorthodox bond forming in the air. As he continued to observe her, his pupils expanded slightly, the deepening intensity revealing the spark of his unique abilities. He leaned in subtly, attempting to weave a gentle charm around her, just enough to reach into the tangled depths of her whimpering turmoil and provide a brief solace, but no more than that. He hoped to offer her a moment of clarity, a reprieve from whatever shadows loomed in her mind—a fleeting glimmer of peace in the chaos. "I ain't gonna kill you yet," Rowan paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the board laid out before him. A playful smirk danced across his lips, blending curiosity with amusement, as he took in the various pieces arranged in disarray. "I’m not here to terrorize the streets, anyway," he quipped, his voice carrying a light, teasing lilt that echoed softly in the room. With an air of casual confidence, he made his way toward the kitchen, his feet shuffling gently against the polished wood floor. The soft sound created a subtle rhythm that filled the silence of the otherwise unoccupied space, almost like a melody accompanying his movements. As he reached the sink, his eyes fell upon a dirty wine glass, its surface marred by smudges and dark stains—a remnant from the last gathering that had long since faded into memory. Leaning in closer, he examined the glass with a critical eye, watching how the light refracted through the remnants of deep burgundy that clung to its curves. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head slightly, a smile still lingering on his face, and tossed the glass into the sink. It landed with a cheerful clink, joining a collection of neglected dishes that had been forgotten in the frenzy of previous festivities. Turning slowly, Rowan faced her, his movements imbued with a fluid grace that suggested ease in his demeanor. He let his hands rest lightly behind his back, adopting a relaxed posture that created a striking contrast with the piercing intensity of his gaze. His eyes sparkled with mischief, inviting her into the moment with an unspoken challenge. |
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I fumbled open the door to my apartment, running towards the phone on my bedside table, before the stranger stepped into the apartment and closed the door. The bile rised in my throat again. I hesitate as I watch him poise himself, looking around at my belongings. They were far and few between due to the lack of money my job pays me. I watch as he uses his unnatural speed to peer at my cork board that borders the wall of one side of my apartment. My mind raced as he approached and leaned in towards me. I flinch backwards, but feel an eerie calm wash over me. I dare peer upwards into his stunning blue eyes as he turns away. I pause. The clarity and freedom to think returns to me. Kill me? He wants to kill me? I grip my phone in my hand, crushing it, as my mind begins to race once again. Processing his words, I watch him move to the kitchenette area. Quickly and quitely, I disturb the box beneath my bed, moving the green cotton sheets to the side, shuffling a box towards me, with the tips of my fingers, I lace my hand over the lid and open it. I grab the thing inside. I watch him study the dirty dishes, like he'd never seen them before? I hide the thing in my hand, still gripping my phone as he turns to face me. I eye the door, as I quickly stand and lob my phone at his head and a wooden stake towards his chest. The tactical move, was to confuse and distract and hope the weapon found its mark. I aim and run for the door, opening it and scream into the hallway, hoping that someone hears, anyone hears. |
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Rowan’s mind went blank for a fleeting moment, a stillness enveloping him as his gaze fixated on the wooden stake ahead. It felt as though time had paused and his world was collapsing around him. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he lunged for the stake, his hands gripping it tightly. Pain shot through him as he stumbled, teetering off balance until he tumbled to the ground, the blunt edge of the phone striking the side of his head with a harsh impact. He crumpled into a tangled heap, the thud of his body against the ground resonating sharply in the quiet air. Each breath was labored, a wheeze escaping his lips as he lay there, disoriented and vulnerable. Gradually, he rolled onto his side, cradling his throbbing head, a mix of confusion and pain etched across his features. "You bitch!" He inhaled sharply, the air rushing into his lungs with a desperate urgency. The sudden intake became a low, pained hiss as the discomfort surged through him like a tidal wave, a sharp reminder of his physical limits. It felt as though each breath was laced with tension, sending a jolt of unease rattling through his body and tightening his chest, forcing him to grapple with the intensity of the moment. He exhaled heavily, the sound sharp and shallow as it escaped his lips, and with great effort, he began to roll over onto his stomach. The weight of fatigue clung to him, but he pushed through, his body protesting every small movement. As he lay there, disoriented, he stretched out his arm, fingers searching the surface around him for something solid to grasp—a lifeline in the haze of confusion. Finally, his fingertips brushed against the cool, unyielding texture of the wall. It felt reassuring beneath his hand. With a grunt of effort, he pressed against it, using its sturdy presence as leverage to pull himself upright. The muscles in his arms strained against the effort, but he focused, determined to stand. Once he was on his feet, he took a moment to steady himself, the room swaying slightly as he gathered his bearings. The woman standing a short distance away, her face twisted in a mask of sheer terror, eyes wide and frantic. The scream that tore from her throat sent a sharp jolt through him, twisting an uncomfortable knot in his stomach. Panic threatened to surge within him, but he forced himself to remain calm. With cautious, deliberate steps, he began to approach her, his heart racing in response to her fear. He raised his hands slowly, palms open and facing her, a silent gesture intended to convey his non-threatening intentions. He wanted her to understand that he meant no harm—at least not for the moment. It was a fragile truce hanging in the air as he took another step forward, desperate to bridge the chasm of her fear. |
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I watch his body leaning against the wall and his hands out stretched towards me and the door in my peripheal vision, as I step out into the hallway. My scream running dry. I swallow my panic. Must remain calm. Remember your police training. I run down the stairs, abandoning everything behind me. I burst through the door onto the street. I glance behind me at the building and then across to the alley way, where I know a drained body lies. The darkness has rolled in completely as the street lights light the path. I take a moment to compose myself as I think what to do next. I run towards the alley way where the man lay. Vampire. I'm dealing with a fucking vampire. I can only pray my weapon has sustained a wound that would at least slow him down. I come across the body, the tang of blood hangs thick in the air. I check his pusle. He's dead. I remove his wallet, to save as evidence for later. I search him for a phone, to which he has. It lights up and I key in the number to my bestfriend, Lily. |
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Rowan cautiously peeled himself away from the cold wall of the apartment, his movements deliberate and stealthy, gliding through the shadows like a wisp of fog. He kept a careful distance behind her, acutely aware that even the faintest sound of his breath could shatter the delicate veil of silence surrounding them. As she abruptly came to a stop, he seized the opportunity to close the gap, his heart racing with both thrill and caution. The dim glow of a distant streetlamp cast fleeting shadows that danced across her silhouette, highlighting the graceful curve of her neck. In that brief moment, he leaned in just a fraction closer, allowing a soft breath to escape his lips—a gentle whisper against her skin. With an impish lilt creeping into his voice, he broke the stillness that had enveloped them, the words dripping with playful curiosity. “So, who’s that? Your boyfriend?” The tension in the air shifted, charged with both intrigue and a hint of mischief, as he awaited her response. "I would like to finish that though," His gaze flickered down to his meal for just a moment, the tantalizing aroma wafting up to him before his pupils widened again, betraying the undercurrent of tension that he felt. Despite the persistent throb in his temples—a reminder of the strain his abilities put on him—he allowed himself to surrender to his instincts, just a little. He remained poised, waiting patiently for her to turn her attention back to him. He was close enough to feel the gentle warmth radiating from her body, and he couldn't help but focus intently on the phone in her hand, curiosity igniting within him as he observed her every movement. His gaze traced over the number, memorizing it the best he could. |
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I watched as the phone rang, and rang. A voice answered "Hello?... Hello?" The female voice, that was my best friend called that out on the other end. I drop the phone as the call ends with a beep. I froze in fear as I felt my skin prickle at the unfamilair faint wisp of air. A breath. My heart stopped. The words dancing on my ear. "N...no.., no-one." I manage to stutter out, quickly trying to cover for my friend who I realised I now may have put in grave danger. She would realise I've gone missing in a week wouldn't she? My gaze dropping to the phone. My heart sank, I wasn't quick enough to get away. My weapon never found its mark. I raise my hazel eyes dancing with light and shadows, upon the vampire that stood before me. I glance down at the body, lifeless, contorted in agony. The bile, for the first time in my life, rises in my throat at the sight of the dead body. Is this going to be me? Is he playing some sick twisted game? Why hasn't he killed me already? The questions start raging in my mind, anger starts to heat my face. I turn to take in his frame yet again, studying him. His muscular form and military adornments, means I'm too weak to overpower him. Not to mention whatever other supernatural gifts he possesses as a vampire. I quickly take in my surroundings, looking for another out. I should NEVER have investigated the supernatural, if it means my death tonight. I swallow. Hard. |
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Rowan hummed a gentle, lilting melody, the notes flowing effortlessly from his lips as he maintained a steady gaze on her. There was an intensity in his eyes, a captivating depth that seemed to pull her closer, like a moth drawn to a flickering flame. The sunlight poured through the leaves, casting a warm glow that illuminated his irises, causing them to appear as dark, inviting pools of mystery. They pulsed subtly, hinting at the immense power simmering just below the surface, creating an alluring tension that was difficult to ignore. “Why don’t you come with me?” he suggested, his voice a rich timbre that rolled like velvet across her skin, each word infused with an irresistible draw. There was an underlying allure to his tone that felt both comforting and enigmatically intoxicating, wrapping around her like a soft embrace. “I have warm tea,” he added, his words cascading like honey, sweet and enticing, weaving seamlessly together with his effortless charm. As he spoke, his grin transformed in an almost magical way, starting as a playful smirk that hinted at mischief before blossoming into an inviting smile. This smile radiated warmth and intrigue, casting a spell that made the air between them feel electric, charged with possibility. She could sense the unspoken invitation, pulling her towards him like gravity. Yet, nestled in the back of his mind, he wondered if she would prove to be as resilient as he secretly hoped for her to be, challenging him in ways he couldn’t yet comprehend. |
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My ears felt blessed at the musical tones, the vampire had graced the air between us with. His rich and inticing voice, prickling the skin at the back of my neck. My heart returning to it's steady rhythm, a warm sense of clarity unlocking my vision as my eyes drift over his face, his alluring blue eyes. I clocked the sunrise had just started to appear. It was morning already? Would people start to notice I was missing? No... no one would notice I was missing. My boss hates me and my friend wouldn't be seeing me for another week at least. His suggestion surprised me. "What so you can snack on me later?" I bite back, my tone dripping with sarcasm. I considered his next words carefully, a sort of weird wave washed over me. Vampires and tea? So many questions? Hey maybe I'd get them answered about that file. My thoughts flashed back to the file's contents. The grotesque images of my mother, skinless. It couldn't be a vampire that did this? Could it? I look at the way his smile spreads softly across his features. I carefully considered my options, as I look to the man still lying on the floor. "What about him?" I ask. I glance to the phone that had dropped to the floor, before glancing at him again and consider using it as a weapon to escape. My only option is to go with him and escape or hope someone sees us or reach for the phone... |
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Rowan let out a soft sound of approval, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "No, that moment is still far off," he said, his voice laced with amusement at her curious expression. As he spoke, he lightly rested his massive hand on her shoulder, offering a reassuring weight. "I'll deal with him later," Rowan huffed. However, his brow furrowed when he noticed her gaze drift toward the phone, its screen glowing temptingly in the dim light. "Don’t let that distract you right now," he hissed under his breath, though a teasing hint remained in his tone, softening the reprimand. He watched her quietly. Licking his teeth he continued. "Just focus on me, I promise that for now, I ain't gonna hurt you," Rowan hummed, the hand on her shoulder brushing against her collarbone. The sun's soft rays dazzled against his skin, and he didn't immediately burn to a crisp, like the myths. The light seemed to catch what was left of his irises, creating a almost dazing and dazzling dance. He liked the bite of sarcasm in her voice, it suited her. He slowly pulled back slightly, taking a step back as if to test her response to it. To see if he had caught his prey yet or if the woman was as resilient as he thought. (Sorry for another small response, it's late where I am) |
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