Butter Rum (open)

[Aisling MacNamara]

A large coffee mug sat next to her steaming with the strong scent of butter rum cappuccino. Next to the mug sat a half eaten cinnamon and raisin bagel with cream cheese. The girl next to this aromic breakfast was bent over a piece of paper scrawling out word after word. Her brown hair was out in spikes made with blue glitter styling gel. Like a crown over her head were little butterfly clips holding the longer strands from her face.

Carefully painted up eyes rarely look up from the page before her when it did it was only to check the time. She grabbed the coffee mug and blew on the liquid before taking a drink, and then continued writing once more. The bagel was forgotten but the writer needed the caffiene to flow through her veins for she hadn't slept well the night before. Ever since she started this school basically four months before she'd had troubled sleeping. Living in a school full of blood thirsty vampires led to a light fitful sleeper.

She hid the dark rings under her eyes with layers of concealer make up only making her looking pale and half dead. If only she could find some peace at night. Sighing she tilted her head back glad that it was saturday with no classes to worry about. Her eyes closed she wished that she had like a guardian angel to watch over her to keep those fanged monsters away from her. But those only exist in novels. Too bad for her.

[gabriel lukas faust]

---

ENTERING,, GABEEE
OUTFIT !

Somewhere beyond the incessant chatter of excited teenagers (and some elderly considering the age of some of these vampires), there was a noise barely heard, and that was music. What song was it? Well, no one could tell for sure unless they went straight to the source to get a better listen. But who would? Reason one, no one could hear it over their own talking, and two, it was stupid. Why was it stupid? Well, the headphones it blasted from was currently draped around the neck of a vampire sitting alone in the far corner. That in and out of itself was a strange phenomenon. This was Gabriel Faust, and he was a very outgoing and flirtatious person, even if he was a vampire, so what was he doing alone? Well, he was having a bad day.

To start the day off, the first thing he experienced was being pushed out of his bed by one of his best friends. Next was being nude. Let's just say that he had a 'friend' over the night before and she must have left before everyone else awoke. She probably felt ashamed she had slept with an extremely good-looking vampire. Either that, or she was gloating to her friends that she slept with one. Either way, his friend has exclaimed, "Dude! Put some clothes on!" whilst he retorted with "You're the one who barged in, you know!". They had their daily just-for-fun fight before his friend left, and he realized he was going to be late. What a great day to start a day. It really was no big deal since he was a vampire, but just the other day he wondered what would happen if he was late too much. Would he get in trouble? Would Mr. Turner send someone to give him detention or punish him or something? He never really new if that happened to vampires, but if it did, he hoped he'd send his daughter, Abrianna. Why? Because she was smoking hot.

Gabriel was sure every male there thought it, so why should he be any different? Anyway, after his first few classes, he didn't find any cute new freshman he hadn't met yet, so that sort of put a damper on his day. So now he was there in the cafeteria, sprawled out across four chairs sitting in a line like the cafeteria was his bedroom - which obviously could not be, since it lacked a whole lot of sexuality. All he wore was a pair of military boots, dark jeans, a peculiar t-shirt with some crowned doll on it, a dark hoodie, multicolored headphones around his neck, and a black and red corset-resembling backpack resting on the table. The only thing close to something worth consuming was a Styrofoam cup disguised as a cup of coffee. It actually contained a good amount of Irish Car Bomb. It didn't really taste good in his opinion, but hey, it was alcohol nonetheless.

Hazel eyes scanned the large room, eying each person inside before they stopped on a particularly new face. Err, it was more of a new 'back of the head' since he couldn't see the face, but by judging by the body frame, it was a girl. And if it was a girl he believed he hadn't seen before, it was worth a chance to approach her. It looked like his day was getting better, but the outcome hadn't been predicted yet. Slowly standin up and rising to his full height, he slung his corset-backpack over his shoulder, picked up his rum and headed over to this blue glitter-haired girl. It was usually as he approached his victims choices of interest that he thought of something to say. Since he was always looking for sex, he usually just used some sort of pick-up line, and to be honest, the majority of the time, he took a girl to his bed. He didn't know if someone would react the way he wanted them too, but he always started with a pick-up line, cheesy or extra-cheesy.

If they rolled their eyes at his pick-up line, it gave him room to start a conversation. If they responded positively to it, well, there's more room to talk and then most of the time, sex later. That didn't apply to all girls though. Turning down the music, he quickly took an open seat across from her and set his Irish Car Bomb down. He flashed a smile before speaking. "Hi! My name's Gabe, but you can call me lover." Either he'd be slapped, or she's go along with it.

---

word count,, 767
music,, it's not over - daughtry
tagged,, so far just gabe and aisling
comments,, go cheesy pick-up lines! hope you don't mind me joining in. :3

[aurora rae aisley]

------------------------------------------------
I'LL MAKE YOU SAY IT.
THAT YOU'RE GONNA BACK OFF!

[/COLOR]
------------------------------------------------[/FONT][/center]

waves of long blonde hair tumbled in graceful twists after the girl. she had taken just enough time to throw it all up in a messy ponytail before rushing down to breakfast. even though she was rushing rory had a smooth grace about her, her feet followed the path before her at a smooth trot, steadily weaving through the students. she pushed the doors openly quickly, flinging them easily to either side; she never understood why the other student complained that they were heavy. her eyes scanned the room for a familiar face, beth and astoria had both slept in even longer than she did. after a quick pass over the cafeteria, while she blocked the entrance for many pissed off teenagers, rory spotted a head happily bedecked in blue spikes, glitter shined even from across the room.

as if jolted the girl moved quickly from the spot, practically squealing with glee at the thought of not having to sit alone – why would anyone want to with those blood sucking perverts sitting in the same room, faking food consumption and spoiling everybody's appetite. the girl slowed her excited pace, laboring to keep at the same speed as any other high school student. ever since she could remember rory had been rather gifted physically. she had been happy to know that she could run fastest and land on her feet from the highest monkey bars when she was six, but since she had been hospitalized rory had always feared looking at all abnormal. she forced herself to walk slowly, to trip when anyone else would; she wore gloves nearly all of the time because she was afraid of peoples’ reactions if they felt her cold skin.

her eyes flicked quickly to the food line, her schoolmates looked like zombies in that line waiting for a meal but she decided she needed something to eat, she hated to feel hungry – it made her ears pound. rory joined the line and wasted time staring at the peeling paint on the walls, in some places the yellow from before shown through like brilliant stars in hospital green walls. she hated the color that it had been painted over the summer; she had always been partial to yellow. Rory watched the line slowly dwindle, grabbing an orange when it was her turn and a bottle of black tea, chilled just the way she liked it. as soon as she had pain for her ‘meal’ rory turned on the spot and began rushing to her friends side again, only to be blocked by an unpleasant addition to the table. rory slowed and listened to the horridly pale figures attempt at flirting before laughing; did he really think that would work? she thought over the situation for a moment before taking a seat next to her friend, purposely sitting between the nuisance and the doe eyed girl next to her.

she took a few moments to open her tea and begin to peal her orange before looking up at either of them. a small smile twitched onto her lips, she tittered softly thinking about how horrid his pick up line had been. rory had never been confident around the undead but she knew how to act, she had years of experience from faking her normalcy and sneaking out. rory looked up and gave a soft smile to her friend, hoping to reassure the girl that had never seemed to be good at defending herself at this school, she had only begun at halbrook this year but she already seemed to have the system down, never walk alone. rory met the hazel eyes of the man across the table, her own blue orbs searching for his intent; did he just want to shag or was he hungry? she could not decide which option would be more terrifying for ash.

her lips smoothed into a wide grin that did not quite reach her eyes, “did you want something from my friend or were you just testing out a few lines?” she asked, “because it looks like she is busy with her notebook.” rory hoped that something as simple as two sentences would shut him out but she seriously doubted, there was something about being immortal that made the vamps persistent. her eyebrows curved, making her look genuinely quizzical, before her eyes took on a steely glint. rory was one of the luck ones, she thought, she had not sparked any interest from the undead; she hoped that this encounter would not change things. the last thing she needed was to get noticed. rory avoiding even the slightest glance in ash’s direction, she hoped that by the end of this encounter the man with the very odd fashion sense would not even remember her face.


status aisling and gabriel
length seven hundred and ninety five words
music superman by eminem, oh lordy.
mood happy to be taking a break from homework.

[/size]

[Aisling MacNamara]

Her morning was going quite nicely if she said so herself. The cappuccino was delicious, the bagel had been fresh, and her hair looked amazing. Even if she had woken up from a horrific nightmare like usual it had turned around quickly enough. Her black flapper dress was clean and went nicely with her patched blue jeans jacket and spider web leggings. After slipping on her favorite pair of blue glitter ballerina shoes. (They went with her hair and blue happened to be her favorite color.) To finish it off she tied a royal blue velvet choker on with a star hanging down from then middle and was off shoulder bag in hand.

She was writing away at her latest inspiration, which just so happened to be the nightmare that had woken her. The words streamed from her mind to the pen in her hand to the paper of her notebook. If there was a world outside of those pages she didn't know it. Until she took a break that is and when she did and finally opened her eyes she found, not one but two, people sitting by her. Aisling blinked her eyes going from the guy to the girl then repeated the action. It took her a few seconds to climb back into the present day and when she did she realized she knew the girl. The guy however...had he said something? Oh, she hated when she missed things. She felt so rude.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry! I jus' missed every lil' thin' ya jus' said!" Biting her lip she tugged at her blue feathered earring on her left ear. "When I get to writin' I'm in my own lil' world. I'm dreadfully sorry. But what was it you said?"

She gave Rory a pleading look hoping her friend would fill her in. That's when she caught a smell and her stomach churned. Her eyes went in search of the source instantly. Not the older girl's tea, not her cappuccino, lastly her eyes went to the stranger's cup. Frowning she pointed a blue finger nail at it her voice not the friendliest. "What is in that?" She lifted her other hand, which was in a loose fist, and tucked it under her nose. Thank goodness her cherry blossom hand lotion's scent lasted a long time.

It wasn't the most polite thing to ask someone and she could of phrased it better, but if her guess was right that cup held poison. Alcohol was disgusting, and it turned people into idiots. Even the smell made her stomach roll in reaction to unwanted memories that always sprang up at the slightest whiff of the drink. The person who came up with the phrase 'the past stays in the past' never had to deal with bad memories.

[gabriel lukas faust]

---

ENTERING,, GABEEE
OUTFIT !

Now this was something he didn't except. There was a third party involved now, and that third party just didn't seem to like him. And to be honest, that made him like her more, even though they really just met there. You see, he liked people who disliked vampires about ten percent more than people who liked them or were indifferent. They were just more... fun. And plus, the whole process of trying to convert them usually ended up hilarious. But not everyone was like that, so it was almost like... an adventure? Sure, let's go with that.

His hazel eyes landed on the blond currently sitting not too far from him. She was cute, well in his opinion at least. At that moment, the girl's blue eyes met with his own and to most, it would seem as if they were having a staring contest, but they were in fact blinking. The only reason he was staring back was so that it wouldn't seem as if he was 'shying away'. There was no way in hell he'd ever do that, seeing as how he wasn't exactly shy. What surprised him next was a small grin; it didn't look all that welcoming or genial. His lips remained in a thin line. “Did you want something from my friend or were you just testing out a few lines? Because it looks like she is busy with her notebook.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes for a flicker of a second before he flashed a sort of sadistic-looking grin. "Cheesy pick-up lines never work, even I know that so there really is no need to test them. I was merely trying to start a conversation." He said, grabbing the Styrofoam cup and taking a drink of the green alcohol within. Bitter. He didn't really like the taste of alcohol, but something made him just want to drink it. Setting it down, he started mindlessly tracing shapeless figures upon the table; his eyes wandering back to Aurora. "That's not against the law, is it? Because God knows I haven't been kept up-to-date." His tone was that of mocking and sarcasm, but just a touch of something gladdened. He really seemed to be enjoying the girl's seemingly touchy attitude.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry! I jus' missed every lil' thin' ya jus' said!" The dialect she spoke with was cute, he had to give her that. "When I get to writin' I'm in my own lil' world. I'm dreadfully sorry. But what was it you said?" He let out a chuckle, waving the hand that wasn't tracing on the table just slightly, as if waving away the situation. "Oh no, it's nothing. Apparently it's against the law-" At this point he gave a quick glance towards Aurora before looking back at Aisling. "-to even talk to cute girls such as yourself." He finished it with a sigh, before letting his tracing hand rest.

Gabriel's eyes narrowed a fraction when the girl had a look of absolute disgust on her face. Her eyes landed on everything before stilling on the cup his hand enveloped - the Irish Car Bomb. "What is in that?" She had said, and he angled his head to look at it. He remained silent for a few seconds more before opening his mouth to speak. "... Irish Car Bomb. Very bitter. Very strong. Very disgusting." He summed it up in three phrases. He didn't like the taste of it himself, but he drank it anyway. Not that he was an alcoholic, but it was like blood to him. Alcoholic, thin blood. "I take it you don't like the smell..." He trailed off, pondering the situation. He certainly couldn't hold conversations if one of the parties didn't like something he was carrying, so...

He drained the small amount left in it and tossed it in a nearby trashcan. Ten points. His eyes wandered between both Aurora and Aisling before landing on the notebook. "So... whatcha writing?" There. Start a new conversation if the former one ended in the dissatisfaction that was alcoholic beverages.

---

word count,, 678
music,, all around me - flyleaf // hard to handle - black crowes
tagged,, gabe, aisling, and rory
comments,, bye bye irish car bomb. ;o.

[Aisling MacNamara]

Who was this boy? Or, er, young man? She didn't remember seeing him before, and she certainly would have remembered someone as charming and complimentary as this guy. Though he had a fair amount of negative points right now because of the alcohol, she couldn't judge him simply on that. So he wanted to drink that deadly poison, she wasn't his mother. It was his life and she would not tell him how to live it. Even saying that she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't very pleased with the fact that he soon finished the drink. The vile concoction known as alcohol had never presented itself as a good thing in her life. True she had turned to it for comfort only a few years ago, but she had learned from that dark time. Ever since her recovery she couldn't even stand the smell.

On most girls such phrases as "cute girls such as yourself" wouldn't work at all. They wouldn't blink an eye or some would even laugh it off. Not Aisling. She blushed and giggled and bowed her head like a naive girl who'd never even seen a boy before. But that was just Aisling, she loved compliments, believed every sweet word, and later would be found crying in her room for the boy having lied to her. Even though many boys have broken that Irish heart of hers she didn't seem to learn. She wanted to trust everyone and believe that anyone could be her one true love in life. A random guy with a style almost as interesting as hers could even be the one.

She shook her head at the question of whether or not she liked the smell, and wrinkled her nose in disgust for emphasis. It was nice that he at least said he found the drink disgusting, and sadly enough she knew the drink. It had been one of the many drinks she turned to back in the day. At least she couldn't addentify the different drinks by smell anymore, well some she could. But most were just a blending of burning, nauseating aromas that left a bitter taste in her mouth. "Thank ya very much for gettin' rid of that horrid stuff. Gotta bad hist'ry with it is all and the smell brings back bad feelin's."

Aisling rolled her pen between her fingers with one hand with the other tugged at her jacket sleeve. Though she tried to be friendly with everyone she did tend be be shy with strangers, especially when they seemed so nice. When he asked about her writing her cheeks flushed once more her eyes darting to the notebook before her. Normally she didn't let people read her work until it was finished, edited, reread and then edited again. To see it in her scrawled madness was basically a taboo for the young girl. But she could at least tell him about it, though even that was a stretch for her.

"It's a nightmare I had last night, or well, this mornin' act'ally." She poked her pen at the page her eyes barely rising to look at the stranger. It might not be very normal to write down one's nightmares but they tended to make good short stories. Even better stories to tell around Halloween time. If something inspired her to write she wrote didn't matter what inspired it or what it was about. Sometimes the work turned out to be so incoherent that she couldn't make it flow no matter what she did to it. Other times the work flowed out of her like exhaling air. It might be pages upon pages of words or it could simply be a paragraph that she might insert somewhere. "Sorry, I don' much talk 'bout my writin' much."

Not wanting to be rude Aisling frantically searched for something to talk about. She'd already basically made him get rid of his drink, was keeping secrets, and ignored him first off! If her grandmother was there she certainly would get a slapping. But what to talk about? The weather? That's so cliche! Oh! Had he introduced himself? Or had that during the time she had ignored him on accident? Had she introduced herself? She honestly could not remember. Just to be safe she decided that at least would be polite. "I'm Aisling by the by. Sorry if I failed to intra'duce mysel'."

There that was polite. No what? Oh, bother she was not the best socialite out there that was for sure.