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Post by Caleb Tobiaz on Nov 26, 2008 13:20:15 GMT -5
Early - Mid Twilight, Open to all.
Caleb stepped out of his truck in one quick motion. Slamming the door shut while he glanced at his new school. It was quaint, he thought to himself. A flurry of students walked into the building holding onto their belongings. A group of girls shot a look towards him as they passed him but nothing fazed him. Slowly, he brushed his fingers through his charred colored hair and leaned onto his cars drivers door. He reached into his hand-me-down backpack and pulled out a crinkled worn map of the school. He tried to comprehend it, but with no avail.
He took his eyes off the useless map and watched the cars pull in. No doubt was in his mind that today was going to be long. Very, very long. He sighed and shoved the paper back in his bag and pushed off his truck. He was never really into La Push. He never talked to anyone there, never really acknowledged that he was a part of it. His father always tried to make Caleb enthusiastic about his heritage, that he was one of them, but Caleb never let it catch on. He didn't mind driving from La Push to Forks for school. After all, how bad could it be?
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
Posts: 233
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Nov 26, 2008 13:46:27 GMT -5
Rosalie and Emmett had already been approaching their first class of the day at human pace when they watched a freshman girl clumsily bump into them. Of course they could have pulled out of her way and avoided the collision, but it would have required the type of speed they could not unleash in the middle of a human high school. Allowing the girl to bump into them, she managed to brush against Emmett's ice cold hand. The girl had gasped in surprise, startled by the unnatural temperature and apologized profusely to the couple.
Pushing their human facade further to try to calm the girl, they gracefully accepted her apology and pretended to have separate classes. Emmett had planted a small kiss on Rose's cheek and watched her walk away. They figured that the sudden departure would confuse the girl and encourage her to just continue with her morning. Emmett would be waiting for her in class and Rosalie had taken a human-speed stroll once around the building to catch up with him in a few seconds. The last part of her circuit would have been faster had the wind not picked up a repulsive, yet familiar, scent.
The Quileutes. They had been around the last time the Cullens had been in the Olympic Peninsula, forgers of the treaty they had agreed to. Rose froze in place between two school buildings and immediately found the source of the offensive odor, knowing that he probably could smell her too. She blinked only once towards the dark-haired child, trying to remind herself to keep her calm, their treaty was of the utmost importance, however degrading she thought it was.
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Post by Caleb Tobiaz on Nov 26, 2008 14:04:53 GMT -5
Caleb looked around at all the faces. Some still young and had their childish expressions, not yet had they grown out of being a child. Others looked more mature, their eyes focused and concentrated. He looked at himself in his trucks' windows. His eyes were the color of Amytal, his hair dark oak, and his chin rough with newly grown stubble. He scratched at his chin admiring his new three o'clock shadow. His lips curled at the edges, pleased with himself.
In the midst of this admiration, and foolish wonderment over a baby beard, his nostrils picked up on an offensive odor. It was vile; sickening. He looked around attempting to look casual about it. Great.. he whispered. He began to panic, searching for the smells' host. Too many people were around for him to focus on the scent. He inhaled the air and tugged at his grey shirt and began to walk away from his vehicle. Blend in, he thought, attempting to make eye contact with anyone.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
Posts: 233
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Nov 26, 2008 14:15:32 GMT -5
Walking slowly to the closest building wall, Rosalie casually leaned on it, trying to appear distracted by the contents of her school bag. The wolf never left her field of view as she watched him check himself out in his mirror. To her pleasure, she saw the change in expression when he finally caught her scent, her lips pulled back in a lovely, instinctive snarl.
Luckily for her, he started walking right towards her. She suddenly became tense and was apart from the wall, standing straight and tall. willing herself to keep her calm. This treaty was the brainchild of her father and the ancestor of this wolf. While they were revolting and obnoxious, she would honor that pact to the best of her ability. She took two tense steps forward towards the Quileute boy, her face masked into a controlled, blank expression
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Post by Caleb Tobiaz on Nov 26, 2008 14:43:15 GMT -5
He shoved his hands in his laid back jeans awkwardly. He was dressed loosely today, in a washed out gray t-shirt that held snug against his torso. His jeans were dark and modest while his shoes were torn and tired looking. His hair lay in different messy patterns on his scalp. A cloud effortlessly floated above him, threatening rain but wouldn't allow itself to spill its water just yet. He just then remembered his jacket, regretting that he left it at his residence. He listened in to the strange students conversations. Some talk about a teacher he'd never heard of. He felt like he was in the center of a reality show, because this was all too surreal.
He walked slowly, making a fist in his pockets. His jaw was clamped, his temples ached for this to be over. The aroma grew stronger as he carried on forging through the mass of students. His heart began to flutter. His body screamed telling him to stop and run. Who needs this confrontation? He etched his tongue against his teeth and held his fists tighter. He began to scan the faces of the passers but no luck, until one struck him. Her beauty was overwhelming. Edgy, strange but in an exotic way. No way was this stranger normal. He stared at her under his eyelashes. Her scent stung his lungs. His body felt breathless and tense. He wanted to take his eyes off of her, but she had him hypnotized. No, he yelped in his mind. This cannot be happening. He took his eyes off of her and focused on the cement.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
Posts: 233
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Nov 26, 2008 15:15:33 GMT -5
Rosalie's own body tensed up as she saw the boy react to the sight of her. What was he doing here? The Quileutes usually kept to their reservation; they even had schools for their children like this one. There was no reason to be here, she was absolutely certain than no one in her family had lost control of their thirst and feasted on a human. They were not in violation of this treaty, and the boy's presence alarmed her. Of course none of her thoughts were of any help at the moment. Edward was probably gawking at the ridiculous human girl he'd developed a fixation for. He had been terribly distracted for the last few weeks, so her mental panic alerted no one.
As he approached the building she stood by, the odor managed to revolt her even more. She kept her composure, however. The only movement was the wind picking up the long white scarf she donned and the fast short act of crossing her arms as she kept her steady glare on the boy.
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Post by Caleb Tobiaz on Nov 26, 2008 15:58:55 GMT -5
Caleb looked up from the ground as a body bumped his. His fists still clenched, palms sweaty with anxiety. His eyes searched for her, until he found the strange, elegant creature. Her expression on her facade was unreadable at best. Although he could not comprehend her expression- she seemed tense. Like something creeping through her mind, nerve wracking. He sighed as he climbed closer to her, almost too close for comfort for him. He knew, yes, that he was unwelcome here from her reactions. He tugged at his clothes again, adjusting his limp bag and slung it to the other shoulder. His mind began to race. He did not want to be apart of who he was. He felt dejected with the others, and he did not belong. He thought that the treaty was foolish, but he did not want it to disappear from existence. His throat began to feel dry and rough, his stomach uneasy from the thoughts she must've been thinking. The students moved like a blur to him, their motions fluid and coherent with the others. A snarl began t creep onto his mouth. Yes, he agreed with himself, he did not belong.
He moved a little quicker now, the soles on his shoes pushing him farther into the crowd. Her wicked smell oozing into his nostrils along with the different perfumes and shampoos the little girlies around him had. Her smell made his knees buckle, his lungs ache, almost like an everlasting mixture of acid and poison to his bloodstream. It made him believe he was overreacting. In close enough range, he glowered to her. "Good morning." He nodded, pretending she was of no value to him. He looked past her, not acknowledging her. He felt his ears burn. This little game of theirs amused him but bewildered him equally.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
Posts: 233
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Nov 26, 2008 17:00:47 GMT -5
Rose's discomfort and her instincts warred with one another as the shapeshifter closed the distance between them. She wanted to hold her breath to block the stench that was coming from the boy, but the stress of the situation compelled all her senses to be functioning with precision. While she controlled her frozen expression, she welcomed the hostile recognition in the form of his snarl. There had better be a good reason he was approaching one of them like this, Rosalie wasn't up for any mind games when they were well into their stay here.
The students around them seemed to be oblivious the the supernatural standoff that was occurring on the outskirts of their school campus. Luckily they would be out of the way if something went wrong. No. Rosalie shunned the thought and centered her efforts towards diplomacy. Whatever the dog wanted to say, she would allow it and deal with it briskly sans violence or threats.
Lifting her chin up to look at him straight on, she was glad that he'd as far as he did. Him being a young werewolf near a vampire was dangerous. Her memories of the Quileute werewolves were those of rash, uncontrollable creatures whose tempers were easily flared. They existed because of what Rosalie and her family were, and their transformation could happen at the slightest overburden of their control. Annoyance tained Rose's thoughts as the boy bid her a good morning. Softening her expression just slightly only to convey enough calm, she spoke quietly but with edge, "Good Morning." She had never had any sort of discussion with the Quileutes on their own and wasn't sure how these things went, but she tried to keep Carlisle's example in mind. "Is there a problem today?" she added, curiousity and confusion embellishing her musical voice.
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Post by Caleb Tobiaz on Nov 26, 2008 18:25:01 GMT -5
Caleb smiled at her half-heartily, hoping that she'd become less tense. Though, his attempt didn't work. He tried to figure out what was on her mind but again, much like his luck usually ended up like, didn't work. He exhaled deeply, and lowered his voice.
"Hmm, problem? No, no problem. For me, at least. You seem a bit- How do I put it in simple words,"
His voice thick and serious, but with a hint of play. He took his hands out of his pockets, unleashing his fists. His eyes darted around at his surroundings. He studied the schools exterior walls and walked up to it. He ran his fingers across the surface of it and turned to her.
"Confused."
He kept his expression absent of any emotion. His voice deep but flat as he finished his sentence. He swallowed nervously. He was daring the border. This was, in a sense, forbidden. Not wholly, but it gave you a taste of rebellion. Caleb loved rebellion. He cracked his knuckles as the silence prolonged.
"..One day, the big bad wolf came and knocked on the first little piggies door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." And the little pig answered, "No, no, I won't let you come in, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin." "Well," said the wolf, "then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in." So, he huffed and he puffed and he blows the house down and eats the first piggy."
He laughed, mockingly. He walked up to her and blew on the nape of her neck. He stood there, for a while, looking at her skin before swiftly moving back to his spot near the wall of the school.
"So mainstream."
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
Posts: 233
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Nov 26, 2008 22:03:47 GMT -5
Keeping herself at bay, she allowed the wolf to try to pinpoint her reaction. His voice hinted at an ounce of humor, though at whose expense she was not sure. "Perhaps confused," she conceded coolly, "I would imagine disappointment is a more appropriate term, though still not quite." She looked at the boy, trying to measure his control and aptness. "We had sent your elders a message that our family had grown by two," she said calmly as if reading off directions to the next gas station, "We would have liked to think that we would have been given some sort of notification that we'd be under... surveillance."
Had Rosalie had a functioning gastric system, she would have tasted bile at the back of her throat. This... infant stood before her and mocked her with his rendition of a child's tale, failing miserably at an attempt to appear clever. Was he insane? Did he now realize that in less than a second, she could end his miserable mutt life without a chance of mercy? Rosalie's composure broke for a second as she emitted a gutteral snarl when he finally closed the distance between them and blew a stream of nauseating wind at her neck. "Back off, dog," she snapped aggressively.
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lindi
New to Town
Volturi
?Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end.?
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Post by lindi on Dec 8, 2008 15:16:39 GMT -5
Lindi watched from a distance as this interesting exchange took place. She had absolutely no idea what it was about, though she was certain that there was something she couldn’t comprehend yet. The boy smelled nauseating, but she wasn’t sure if that had anything to do with it or that he just sprayed way too much cheap deodorant.
The last days had been long. The flight’d been boring, and she didn’t perticulary like the task she was given. Aro has asked her just to be around the Cullens, in her human disguise. Hah! Like they wouldn’t see (actually: smell) through that in like… 0.005 seconds? She was still thinking what she would do if she were discovered, but there really weren’t any excuses. For now she’d try to stay away. She had to admit to herself that she liked the house quite much, it was very old and reminded here of dresses with a lot of lace and balls. Unfortunately, she wasn’t allowed to wear those anymore. Aro has seen to it that the closet was stocked with the latest fashion from Milan, horrible boring clothes that really had nothing appealing. She missed old times…
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