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Post by welshchick1201 on Feb 21, 2013 1:34:10 GMT 1
This title is so misleading--
LOL
Ahh well, suck it up //ming))
I would rather stay in bed, but...Ugh
Nate didn't even sleep! He was a vampire for crying out loud-- The dead didn't need to sleep (even though Nate totally forced himself too because he has habits ok?). But hey - laying around doing nothing was always a better way to spend your weekend, especially when the drawback was babysitting. It's not that he didn't mind babysitting -- He loved the kids (All with the exception of Octavia who seemed to love pulling his hair out every time he was near). Besides all that, he made plans to see Faith today ('made plans' meaning he planned to drop by and hope he was actually there) so he'd have to get up sooner or later.
Later was the choice. A coffee, shower and harassment from Tia then he was out the door and had no intention of looking back for the rest of the day.
And after abandoning all hope of seeing Faith roughly 3 steps out the door (which he then cursed himself for being a coward and the like) he headed for the Tien common room. Because anywhere was better than more bonding time with lovely Tia.
He had found himself a nice spot on one of the many sofa's, slouching back into the chair and closing his eyes. When was the last time he felt this relaxed? He was in his own clothes (which resolved him to being a reject hobo; loose fit t-shirt and jeans. Ok, so maybe not, but definitely a reject teenager. He was turning 19 in less than a week, after all...).
It was empty. Quiet. Relaxing.
Or rather, it was...
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Post by chocofer on Feb 21, 2013 3:14:59 GMT 1
There were almost no birds in the academy, but at least there was no sun either. Tommy had decided a long time ago that he'd live in the north pole if that is what it takes for him to get away from the sun. Sunburns are not nice, specially when you're a vampire, and even more when you're a pureblood one.
Tommy's a pure blood one, by the way. He also dislikes sun. And sunburns. But he likes sunglasses, though: these are very nice. Not really when you put it over another pair of glasses, but nice nonetheless. At least there were no cats or dogs here either! They aren't pleasant beings to be around, in the humble opinion of someone who's got a very enhanced sense of smell. Also, they keep leaving fur all over everywhere, and Tommy doesn't like sneezing. It's weird, and his glasses fall every single time.
Speaking of Tommy, he was currently in the Tien common room, pouting at the window and thinking about dogs, birds and sunburns. Only the middle one is nice, in his opinion. He concentrated on the smells around him: no dogs around (at least none that isn't at least half-human). No cats either. Nice. He choose the right academy, then. Also, he coul--
Tommy turned his head lighting-fast to the boy entering the common room. He walked in, sat and closed his eyes. The pure blood stared: he smelled... familiar, but it was also a smell that he was very used to...
An ex-human!, he thought, jumping to his feet and crouching down next to Nate's chair. Ah, definitely a vampire, but he also smelled human, a little. He could be a half-breed, too, but ex-human was more likely.
He poked the ex-human in his cheek. "You're dead!", he exclaimed. He didn't know humans died when turned. Or maybe he was dead before he was turned? Well, he was definitively dead now, Tommy thought.
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Post by welshchick1201 on Feb 21, 2013 23:28:40 GMT 1
He could sense someone was there, and a vampire no less, but he didn’t open his eyes. He assumed it was James, possibly even Jake (though it didn’t feel like a Dhampir, so maybe not...). Goddammit and here he thought it would be peaceful on a weekend. Looks like he was a lot more stupid than meets the eye, huh.
He soon opened his eyes when he felt this someone poking his cheek. Sure, he jumped a mile (even though he totally knew it was coming because let’s face it why else would someone come over just to say hi and not harass you) but who could blame him? He was hardly very ‘alert’ and that was on good, well caffeinated days. Today was not a good, well caffeinated day.
“E-Excuse me?” – He couldn’t quite process what was happening, but he was distantly aware he was starting to blush (for no valid, understandable reason). Great, blushing in front of another vampire. The irony hurt almost as much as the embarrassment. Ugh. Half his thoughts were with Faith, babysitting, assignments and general life. The other half was why the hell this kid was poking him while exclaiming how Nate was ‘dead’. Of course, this was true, but it hurt deep down nevertheless. – “I...Well, yeah, I am but—Hey, half the student body are dead! I’m not the only one! Besides, you’re dead too, right?”
Wow this new kid was weird. Well, he wasn’t, but his eyes were. He was opening his mouth to speak again, but thought best not to say anything. After all, people didn’t take well to ‘oh, and by the way, your eyes are creepy / weird / strange’ etc.
He was starting to feel self conscious, a horrible trait he wished he could just—Get rid of. Alas, he couldn’t get rid of it. It was there, and that was that. Nate felt the need to sit up and keep his head level if not tilted down slightly to stop this other vampire seeing his scar. So he did just that. He also felt the need to change clothes, restyle his hair (after all it was still damp from that shower earlier and really did make him look homeless) avert his eyes. Anything other than what he was doing right now.
“Sorry, sorry...I didn’t mean to—Sorry. I’m Nate,” – He extended a hand towards red-haired teenager, a smile forming. – “You’re new, aren’t you? What’s your name?”
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Post by chocofer on Feb 26, 2013 21:18:11 GMT 1
Re: I would rather stay in bed, but...[Nate/Tommy]
« Reply #2 on Feb 21, 2013, 5:28pm »
He could sense someone was there, and a vampire no less, but he didn’t open his eyes. He assumed it was James, possibly even Jake (though it didn’t feel like a Dhampir, so maybe not...). Goddammit and here he thought it would be peaceful on a weekend. Looks like he was a lot more stupid than meets the eye, huh.
He soon opened his eyes when he felt this someone poking his cheek. Sure, he jumped a mile (even though he totally knew it was coming because let’s face it why else would someone come over just to say hi and not harass you) but who could blame him? He was hardly very ‘alert’ and that was on good, well caffeinated days. Today was not a good, well caffeinated day.
“E-Excuse me?” – He couldn’t quite process what was happening, but he was distantly aware he was starting to blush (for no valid, understandable reason). Great, blushing in front of another vampire. The irony hurt almost as much as the embarrassment. Ugh. Half his thoughts were with Faith, babysitting, assignments and general life. The other half was why the hell this kid was poking him while exclaiming how Nate was ‘dead’. Of course, this was true, but it hurt deep down nevertheless. – “I...Well, yeah, I am but—Hey, half the student body are dead! I’m not the only one! Besides, you’re dead too, right?”
Wow this new kid was weird. Well, he wasn’t, but his eyes were. He was opening his mouth to speak again, but thought best not to say anything. After all, people didn’t take well to ‘oh, and by the way, your eyes are creepy / weird / strange’ etc.
He was starting to feel self conscious, a horrible trait he wished he could just—Get rid of. Alas, he couldn’t get rid of it. It was there, and that was that. Nate felt the need to sit up and keep his head level if not tilted down slightly to stop this other vampire seeing his scar. So he did just that. He also felt the need to change clothes, restyle his hair (after all it was still damp from that shower earlier and really did make him look homeless) avert his eyes. Anything other than what he was doing right now.
“Sorry, sorry...I didn’t mean to—Sorry. I’m Nate,” – He extended a hand towards red-haired teenager, a smile forming. – “You’re new, aren’t you? What’s your name?”
Tommy jumped back, giving the ex-human some space. He did look like that sort of person, who'd startle at the tiniest, silliest stuff. The pure-blood tilted his head and put his hands up. "Why would I ever be dead?", he asked. Those low-class vampires sure are weird: are their senses so dulled they can't even hear a heartbeat when it's right before them? "Beating heart, can't you hear it?~", he said, chuckling.
This boy sure was weird, but Tommy supposed it was subconscious? Because Nate suddenly straightened up and looked down and... Tommy wasn't used to this. Was this how every vampire would act around him? Vampires are so silly sometimes.
And he kept apologising! What was he apologizing for, again? Tommy chuckled. "I'm Thomas, from the Heartgold family.", he said, tipping his head. He also tried to remember what his father told him to say when meeting someone for the first time... A lot of vampire gibberish, Tommy was sure. Anyway, it wasn't like he was going to say any of it.
"And you are...?", the vampire asked. Maybe this nice ex-human could tell him where to find his room, not that Tommy knew which room was his...
He gave a mental shrug.
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Post by welshchick1201 on Feb 28, 2013 1:19:14 GMT 1
He’d never really had a conversation with a vampire about, well...Vampirism... It was strange, and nice, and horrible all at once. After all, Nate hardly saw eye to eye with his own kind. Not that he did any better with humans, but...
Sigh.
Nate frowned and (almost) without thinking-lurched forward, pressing his ear against Tommy’s chest. Hm. This wouldn't be awkward. Well, he was right: It was beating. But Nate's was too, so what did any of this mean? He gazed up at the boy questioningly before returning to curling up on the sofa, studiously avoiding eye contact with the other because Nate did just mess up in at least 3 ways all in the space of 30 seconds. Who would want to make eye contact after that?
“But—No, I didn’t...” – He sighed, breaking off his mess of a sentence. Why did he have to act so awkward around new people. Around anyone, that is. – “Sorry, what I meant was how vampires are classed as dead. Or, well, they are to me. My heart beats too, but I’m not living...” – Nate was fairly sure he was making no sense in the slightest, so he decided to explain himself.
“I mean, you get bit, you die with vampire blood in your system, you wake up,” – He said as he opened his arms ever so slightly making it look as if he were expecting something. Or expecting a hug, more like. The vampire always turned out comical when he tried his hardest not to. Oh well. – “boom. Vampire. I hardly class someone who died as the living just because they came back to life...Living dead, as they prefer (‘They’ because Nate still refused to associate himself with those vampires who taught him most essential knowledge of the new world he lived in), or so I hear... Isn’t that how it worked with you...?” – He waited for the boy to give his name, which he did, and Nate smiled in response.
“I’m—“ – He hesitated, because he had a choice. His full name –that god-awful name- or his casual one? Thomas had given his full name, so it was only fair if Nate do the same, right? Unfortunately. – “I’m Nathaniel, from the Sinclair family who really aren’t anything special since they’re middle-class American human family. But hey, there you go. Call me Nate though.~”
It was going...Well? Sure. Then it was hoping Nate wouldn’t screw it up with his many questions, such as – “ So, how long have you been here, Thomas? Wait—Can I call you Thomas? I’ll call you something else, if you want...”
Smooth. Oh so smooth. If the sarcasm wasn't noted, there may be issues...
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Post by chocofer on Feb 28, 2013 1:37:11 GMT 1
"Well, I can ear your heart, but you smell like the dead, which is why it's so funny~", Tommy said, chuckling to himself. No one in his family liked - or wanted to be around at all, actually - ex-humans, and they refused to tell this pure blood how exactly it was that you make one. Which is for the best really, as Tommy would probably turn everyone he meets.
"So that's how it's done, huh.... That explains a lot, actually.", he commented, tilting his head. More specifically, it explained why no one let him bite humans and half breeds. He always wondered what they taste like, vampire blood is just not right for him. It's... Kinda weird. Not nice at all. "No, it wasn't!", the vampire told Nate. "I was born like this, you see. I'm a mighty pure blood.", he said, chuckling to himself. This was an inside joke, really, because his father calls them 'mighty purebloods' all the time.
Hmm, Nathaniel was such a nice name. Tommy was sure going to use it all the time (//heplz). "Call me what you want!", Tommy said. He really didn't mind - Nate oils call him Smitty McFarty and this vampire wouldn't really notice until someone else pointed out. "I'm very young.", he told Nate. "Only seventeen! Or sixteen. Or... Fifteen.", he said, smiling and shrugging. "We live long lives, so we don't really count!"
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Post by welshchick1201 on Apr 2, 2013 21:14:37 GMT 1
“Hey! I live for eternity, but I still remember I’m 19-years-old! You can’t use immortality as an excuse. ” – Stern words for a guy who was grinning like a child. Just the immaturity of Nate really, even if it is a rare sight in itself.
“You’re an Original?” – His question didn’t mean to sound so...Accusing. It was just that Nate had never met an Original –or as Tommy called himself a ‘pureblood’- up until now. Sure Isabel (aka vampire to bite Nate) was old, but not an Original (aka Pureblood).
And if he wasn’t panicked about making a good impression until now...Things would be changing. Purebloods were something of legends to lower vampires like Nate. Well, that’s what they said, at least. Of course, he wouldn’t know himself for the very reason he just explained: he’d never met one before.
“Wait, so, you’re a pureblood, but you don’t know how to turn humans into vampires? That’s so strange. Have you ever bitten a human before?” – Well, now he was just being a hypocrite. Nathaniel Sinclair had bitten exactly one person since the day of his reawakening as a vampire and vowed to never bite anyone else again. So, was he in any position to ask a question like that to this boy of all people? Not really...
“Well, could I call you Tommy? I mean, it saved me calling you Thomas right? And like I said, just call me Nate. It saves you calling me Nathaniel all the time.” – Sneaky hinting was sneaky. Now all that was left was for Tommy to take the hint and never speak of his name to anyone else ever again. No, really: ever again.
So, he set out with the intention of being left alone in peace (which was a stupid goal when you decide to stay in the common rooms of all places), but ended with talking to the new kid. Not too bad, really. Tommy could have been worse company. So with an awkward gesture (really, any gesture made by Nate was awkward in its own right) he made room for Tommy to join him on the sofa. Who knows, maybe this’ll be the start to a beautiful//ming friendship?
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