lorainemoreno

[lorainemoreno]

          ❝  i’m  not  sneaking  up  on  you,  ❞  loraine  muttered,  a  note  of  defensiveness  in  her  otherwise  hollow  voice.  or  well,  at  least  she  wasn’t  trying  to;  she’d  been  told  before  that  the  way  she  moved  was  uncomfortably  quiet  even  without  the  help  of  any  vampire  powers  and  now  she  couldn’t  help  but  wonder  if  she  had  quieted  her  steps  subconsciously.  ❝  so  i  dearly  hope  i’ve  successfully  escaped  the  unfavorable  reaction.  ❞  she  took  a  seat  on  a  nearby  bench,  allowing  herself  a  second  to  roll  her  shoulders  and  will  her  muscles  to  relax  before  shoving  her  sketchbook  into  her  bag.  it  was  probably  time  for  her  to  leave  but  the  ache  in  her  bones  (  most  likely  provided  by  the  recent  lack  of  drinking  blood  )  demanded  a  longer  rest  and  lori  stayed  glued  to  the  bench,  though  her  brown  eyes  found  the  guy  that  had  spoken  to  her.  ❝  what  are  you  doing  out  here?  aside  from  destroying  your  lungs,  i  mean.  ❞

where. the courtyard.

when. around midnight.

with. open to anyone!

with his back pressed against the nearest wall, a cigarette dangled from between finn’s lips in a rather precarious manner. producing a lighter from the confines of his inside jacket pocket, he flicked the pad of his thumb against the spark wheel—a flame igniting only to flicker against the breeze. once its end had been lit, he took a long drag from the stick, welcoming the inhalation of the nicotine into his lungs. plucking it from his mouth then, he reclined his head whilst releasing a cloud of smoke into the vast air above him; his dark eyes observing the coiled vapour as it melted into the sky much like a snowflake to the damp ground. the sight of a shadowy figure in his peripheral ghosted alongside him, rousing his attention with the reality that he wasn’t as secluded as he’d first believed. “ word to wise, ” finn started in a seemingly indifferent tone whilst flicking the end of his cigarette—ashen flecks drifting south and scattering at his feet. “ if you’re gonna sneak up on me, don’t expect a favourable reaction. ” finally, after a beat, his inky pupils floated toward the source of the interruption. “ or … if you’re here to ask for a light, get on with it. ” with the twinkling of the stars illuminating his face, his mild amusement was made prominent—a lazy smirk sliding across his lips.

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superbiarum​:

SHE TWIRLED HER HAIR AROUND A manicured finger and let a wicked little smile creep up her cherry lips. ❝ well, maybe something, but only what i’m really good at. ❞ she winked. after all, a girl had to eat. she laughed, genuinely, at what the dark-haired woman said. ❝ you and i have something in common then. the world is not made for the soft-hearted and they’ll be eaten whole. ❞ she shrugged. ❝ boredom. besides, saying, ‘ chem’s not just my major, it’s what we have ‘ doesn’t have the same kick if i’m lying. try using that on a fae! they’ll just blow you off. besides, i’ve got enough degrees in the arts, i might as well do something somewhat interesting. like there’s only so many times you can hear about jane austen when you were alive and knew the bloody woman. ❞

          her  eyebrows  shot  up  in  clear  interest,  chin  lazily  resting  on  top  of  her  palm  as  she  gazed  at  katherine.  ❝  and  what  would  that  be?  ❞  though,  judging  from  the  way  the  redhead  delivered  the  line,  she  had  a  pretty  good  guess.  loraine’s  smile  turned  into  something  sharp  and  a  little  dangerous.  ❝  you  adapt  or  you  die,  ❞  she  noted  with  a  nod,  clearly  delighted  that  someone  agreed  with  her  philosphy  on  this.  her  face  scrunched  up  in  disgust  at  the  pick  up  line,  a  groan  leaving  her  mouth  as  she  waved  the  other  off.  ❝  it’s  got  no  kick  either  way!  i  digress!  ”  her  interest  was  quick  to  return.  finding  someone  older  than  her  was  usually  unpleasant  but  her  curiousity  and  fascination  often  led  to  many  pleasant  chats.  ❝  you  knew  jane  austen?  that’s  amazing!  so  you  were  in  england  at  that  time?  ❞

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superbiarum​:

SHE SMILED AND WAVED OFF THE apology. she may not have been young for centuries, but she’d been young once too. even if you were over 100, people treating you like a young adult made you act like a young adult. ❝ i always worry, ❞ she confessed. ❝ it’s what a mother does. ❞ she nodded her head. ❝ i’m glad to hear it. you deserve to have a life here. you’re exactly the type of person that does. ❞ someone who had no choice in the fate they were given. there was still such a small part of her that regretted what she’d done to loraine. mostly because it went against everything she believed. ❝ i’ve been alright — adapting. i wish i’d chosen a topic a few more people were interested in. it seems my students are half-hearted at best. ❞

          a  conflicting  wave  of  both  affection  and  fear  washed  over  her  as  maddie  called  herself  her  mom.  it  was  sweet,  and,  the  woman  was,  after  all,  the  only  person  loraine  was  sure  she’d  do  everything  for,  but  the  reminder  of  that  and  the  fact  that  what  she  only  seemed  to  do  was  worry  madelena  felt  a  bit  like  having  ice  cubes  slowly  sliding  down  your  back.  though,  at  least  she  was  able  to  quickly  mask  her  confusion  with  a  slightly  bitter  chuckle.  ❝  i  think  you’re  just  biased.  but    you  deserve  a  nice  life  here.  and  i  don’t  intend  to  make  it  any  harder  for  you.  ❞  lori  nodded  along,  a  wry  smile  curving  the  ends  of  her  lips.  ❝  wait,  you  mean  to  tell  me  that  people  aren’t  crowding  up  in  front  of  your  office  and  demanding  you  to  teach  them  all  about  the  nasty  shit  they’re  taking?  color  me  shoked!    see,  if  you  were  offering  them  directions  to  places  they  could  buy  them  from,  now  that  would  be  a  different  story.  ❞  

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nowakludo​:

Sarcasm usually went over Ludo’s head, and it certainly did in this instance. However, what was uncharacteristic was how assertive Ludo was being about his punching bag preferences. This conversation was making him realise how many hours it had been since he had spoken to another person about something other than cell cultures. “What I mean is- can you show me how to punch like that? It looked sick.” He asked, hopeful. 

          loraine’s  eyebrows  shot  up  at  the  request.  who  was  this  person?  and  how  did  they  manage  to  surprise  her  this  many  times  in  the  little  time  they’d  interacted?  maybe  it  was  the  stroke  of  her  ego  or  maybe  just  the  general  sense  of  ‘  what  the  fuck  is  happening?  ’  that  had  her  mouth  moving  before  she  could  really  consider  it.  ❝  uuuuh,  sure.  ❞  her  nose  scrunched  up  -  at  herself,  not  at  something  else  -  as  she  looked  the  other  up  and  down.  ❝  do  you  need  to  change  into  something,  uhm...  ❞  she  trailed  of,  jutting  her  chin  in  his  direction  as  a  way  to  ask  for  his  name.

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adundas​:

if diego had been slightly irritated before, it turned quickly to annoyed when she grabbed the bag he was using. “it really doesn’t seem like it’s me who has the problem. i’m here, trying to work out like a normal person so if you wouldn’t mind….” he made a vague hand gesture hoping she would stop interrupting him, even though he knew it was unlikely. some people just enjoyed getting on others nerves for no reason.

          ❝  i  meant,  ❞  she  paused,  a  quiet  growl  emiting  from  her  chest  as  she  struggled  to  find  her  words  for  a  second,  ❝  do  you  want  to  spar  with  me?  ❞  she  let  his  punching  bag  go  and  crossed  her  arms  in  front  of  her  chest,  leaning  her  weight  back.  sure  it  was  a  probably  bad  idea  but  it  seeed  interesting.  this  guy  -  with  his  ancient  and  annoyed  vibe  -  would  be  a  good  oponent  and,  most  likely,  hand  her  ass  back  at  her,  though  she  rarely  worried  about  the  losing  part.  it  was  the  thrill  that  mattered.  she  just  hoped  that  maddie  wouldn’t  hear  about  her  pissing  off  a  teacher  and  then  asking  to  fight  him,  that  didn’t  sound  too  grand...

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creaturisms​:

Josie’s eyebrows rose as the other scowled, oh she’s one of those type of people. ❝’Course not. You’re missing the fanny pack and one of those tiny flags.❞ She knows better than to annoy a vampire, especially one that seemed hostile but when has that ever stopped Josie from flapping her gums? Never and she’s sure it’ll one day be the death of her but she’s prideful and she’s made peace with it. ❝No, that won’t be all. I just gotta say that I didn’t even ask for directions or for you to show me the way. And another thing: this isn’t a personal gym, if you wanted one I’m sure you could fit a punching bag next to your coffin!❞

          ❝  right.  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  owned  anything  nearly  as  artrocious,  unfortunately.  ❞  even  though  the  image  was  pretty  funny.  as  the  girl  fired  back  at  her,  gaining  speed,  loraine  crossed  her  arms  over  her  chest,  tilting  her  head  curiously  as  she  listened,  admittedly,  impressed  at  the  ferocity.  ❝  okay  then,  little  firecracker.  i’m  sure  the  people  in  the  pool  locker  room  would  appreciate  your  tips  for  interior  design  way  more  than  me  and  my  precious  coffin  do.  ❞

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wraithedd​:

 he  supposes  he  deserves  that  retort  ,  but  it  doesn’t  take  away  from  the  fact  that  he  knows  she’s  lying.  been  here  for  almost  a  month  and  hasn’t  seen  a  vampire  ?  or  a  redhead  ?  impossible  ,  but  he  allows  it.  maybe  she’s  one  of  those  hermits  who  play  D&D  in  the  library  after  hours  ,  ignoring  the  world  and  it’s  basic  need  for  proper  socialization.    the  thought  processes  as  he  takes  one  more  look  at  her.  yeah  ,  he  could  see  it.  definitely  would  explain  her  wholesome  and  welcoming  attitude.  ❛  red  riding  hood  is  brunette.  ❜  he’s  also  seen  her  blonde  ,  never  red.  by  now  his  eyes  are  off  her.  she  isn’t  playing  fair  and  the  more  time  he  wastes  trying  to  find  wren  ,  the  longer  he  has  to  stay  in  this  god  forsaken  place  discussing  bull  with  princess  of  the  punching  bags.  ❛  look  ,  ❜  he  sighs  ,  taking  a  step  forward.  ❛  I  don’t  want  to  be  here.  you  don’t  want  me  to  be  here.  so  ,  let’s  just  start  over  and  I’ll  be  out  of  your  hair.  ❜  he  offers  ,  his  tone  more  genuine.    ❛  just  point  me  into  a  general  direction  of  where  you  may  or  may  not  have  seen  a  tall  redhead  who  may  or  may  not  be  a  vampire.  ❜

          loraine  shot  him  an  unimpressed,  ‘  are  you  being  serious?  `  look.  “  thank  you  for  this  utterly  uselesss  piece  of  information.  besides  it’s  her  coat  or  cape  or  whatever  red  thing  she’s  wearing  on  her  dumb  head  that  actually  matters.  ❞    just  as  the  gleeful  thought  that  this  stranger  had  really  given  up  bothering  her  passed  through  her  head,  the  turnip  turned  to  her,  even  moving  forward.  she  stood  her  ground,  though  her  nose  was  quick  to  scrunch  up  in  displeasure  as  the  distance  between  them  shrunk  with  his  steps.  his  proposal  made  sense,  she  supposed,  and  at  least  he  wasn’t  throwing  any  more  sass  at  her,  but...  ❝  how  are  you  so  sure  she’s  even  here,  though?  ❞

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superbiarum​:

TO SAY SHE WASN’T PROTECTIVE OF her fledgings would be a great disrespect to maddie. she was their sire. she was their mother — at least in the case of loraine it felt that way. she’d been seeing the younger vampire go in to the gym more frequently. it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but being a trained psychologist also made madelena a bit more attentive to these things. ❝ no, nothing in particular, ❞ she hummed sweetly, looking about the empty room. ❝ i just hadn’t touched base with you in a while. i wanted to see how you were doing, negrita. are you settling into classes alright? ❞ her fingers grazed pieces of equipment as she got closer. she stopped just beside the punching bag, crossing her arms. ❝ you can talk to me if there’s a problem. ❞

          ❝  lo  siento,  maddie.  ❞  and  although  her  voice  remained  even  she  really  did  mean  the  apology;  snapping  at  the  woman  always  made  her  feel  terrible  and  she  didn’t  mean  to  do  it  most  of  the  time  it  happened,  it  was  simply  the  way  she  spoke  at  that  point.  loraine  rolled  her  eyes  fondly  at  the  question,  gently  pushing  the  punching  bag  forwards.  ❝  it’s  all  fine  and  dandy.  no  need  to  worry.  ❞  maddie  didn’t  need  to  know  about  the  fights  she’d  picked  here  and  there,  loraine  didn’t  want  to  upset  her.  ❝  i  settled  in  my  new  apartement  and  everything.  even  got  a  roommate.  how  have  you  been?  ❞

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xlafolie​:

     REACTIONS WERE SOMETHING she would never get tired of, whatever they may be. it was one of the little pleasures still left in life that she thoroughly enjoyed. this was no different. blue eyes traveled from head to toe, lazily making their way back up as her body straightened, the corners of her lips quirking upwards in response. ❝ if you’re that eager to get physical, by all means. ❞ her eyebrows wagging playfully at the other. this was how soren had fun, one of the ways at least. if it meant she had to get a little down and dirty, then so be it. 

          maybe  loraine  had  spend  too  much  time  on  her  own,  maybe  she'd  always  been  just  as  bad  at  reading  people  as  she  felt  now.  either  way,  the  girl’s  reaction  made  her  feel  like  she  wasn’t  quite  catching  onto  something  and  her  eyebrows  furrowed  as  she  held  her  hand  up  to  pause  the  other.  ❝  look  i’m  getting  a  little  confused  here...  are  you  hitting  on  me  or  do  you  want  to  start  a  fight?  ❞  not  that  she  minded  either  option  she  just  really  needed  to  get  things  clear  before  she  did  or  said  something  extra  stupid  and  repulsive.  

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superbiarum​:

❝ ugh, if i had the power of a fae i would never do anything for myself ever again. ❞ not that kit didn’t use her voice and, even more so, her body to get plenty of people to do things for her all the time. it would just be fun to do so with less effort. well, if that wasn’t a thinker, kit wasn’t sure what was. ❝ so you’re studying literal art but you call yourself not arts. what caused that decision? ❞ kit shrugged her shoulders and took a gander at her perfect nails. ❝ honestly, i just wanted the excuse to use my major as a pick up line. ❞ she had like four different arts degrees under her belt, it was about time she switch it up.

          an  amused  rumble  slipped  past  her  lips  and  she  raised  a  challenging  eyebrow  at  the  redhead.    ❝  nada?  absolutely  nothing?  not  even  your  nails  or  something  like  that?  ❞  katherine  seemed  like  someone  who  actually  enjoyed  stuff  like  that,  though,  lori  supposed,  she  could  also  be  very  off  base  with  her  assumption.    ❝  yeah,  well...  artsy  people,  in  my  mind,  have  a  more  optimistic  view  on  this  world,  if  that  makes  sense?  they  see  pretty  things  and  are  in  awe  of  nature  and  probably  wear  over-alls  with  paint  splattered  all  over  it.  and  i’d  sooner  be  caught  dead  a  second  time  than  participating  in  any  of  the  aforementioned.  ❞  the  explanation  was  completed  with  yet  another  one  of  her  shrugs.  a  grimace  replaced  the  relaxes  expesson  she  had  beforehand.    ❝  please  tell  me  you’re  fucking  with  me.  why  don’t  you  just  lie  about  your  major  and  use  the  pick  up  line  you  want?  ❞  

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nowakludo​:

Ludo had lost track of time in the lab, hunched over cell cultures silently. His stomach growled and his neck ached as he took one first look up at the clock. Damn it was late. He still had a few tasks and the lab to clean before he could head home, but a break was in order. He walked absentmindedly through campus, his eyes aching from the clinical white lights and wearing those clunky goggles. He stretched as he walked, rolling his shoulders and letting his feet take him wherever they pleased. He was drawn to a vibration, a repetitive thudding sound. As he approached the gym he recognised the noise as punches.

The watched her, fixated. Her ability to land punches was impressive - intimidating. He acknowledged her question as rhetorical, but replied anyway. Maybe the hours of focus in the lab had obscured his judgement slightly. He surprised himself with his reply. “Yeah. I want a go on the punching bag,”

          loraine  found  herself  a  little  surprised  at  the  way  the  other  watched  her  -  did  she  manage  to  impress  him  or  something?  -  which,  along  with  his  question,  stunned  her  into  silence  for  a  bit.  a  few  seconds  of  quiet,  owlish  blinking  later  she  was  suddenly  reminded  of  who  she  was  and  where  she  was  and  overall  what  the  heck  was  going  on  and  jammed  her  finger  behind  her.    ❝  um,  well,  luckily  you’re  in  the  gym  where  there  are  a  lot  of  punching  bags.  the  ones  in  that  faraway  corner  are  looking  extra  punchable,  don’t  you  think?    ❞

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adundas​:

astoria narrowed her eyes like she was trying to think about if she’d see the notebook. she hadn’t seen it and honestly she didn’t care enough to try and locate it. after a couple of seconds she shrugged.“no i haven’t and it’s clearly not here now so….” the fae paused, waiting for the girl to walk away so that she could get back to people watching.

          ❝  no?    ❞  quickly,  she  went  over  all  the  places  that  she’d  taken  the  sketchbook  to  in  her  mind  but  despite  the  blonde’s  respone  she  was  not  yet  ready  to  give  up.  ❝  oh,  well,  i’ll  just  -  ❞  loraine  cut  herself  off,  crouching  and  looking  around  the  ground  for  any  sign  of  the  sketchbook,  even  gently  trying  to  push  her  legs  to  the  side  at  one  point.  ❝  damn,  i  guess  it’s  really  not  here.  you’re  not  sitting  on  it  are  you?  ❞  

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wraithedd​:

he   doesn’t   even   want   to   be   here.   the   gym   at   corvus   was   exactly   like   any   other   ordinary   facility   only   it   was   packed   with   both   humans   and   supernaturals.   humans   that   sweat   and   dogs   wolves   that   do   that   same   with   all   the   others    mixed   in-between.   it   was   a   smell   too   pungent   for   his   taste.   his   only   business   here   was   on   the   reliance   that   he’d   run   into   his   sister   to   grab   the   keys   back   to   their   place   (   since   he   american   boy   scout   swore   that   he   wouldn’t   rip  the   door   off   the   hinges   like   the   last   time.   or   the   time   before   that.   or   the   time   before   that   ).   only   it   was   hard   to   listen   out   for   said   sister  when   someone   else’s   voice   was   ringing   in   his   ears.      ❛   what   ?   ❜   brows   furrowing  and   he’s   sizing   her   from   where   he   stands.   it’s   hard   to   take   her   seriously   when   she   looks   like   a   yorkie   impersonating   a   pit-bull   ,   but   he   bites.  letting   the  sudden    iciness   roll   off   his   shoulders   like   a   cool   breeze.   he   eyes   the   punching   bag   and   then   lifts   his   lips   up   something   smug.      ❛   you’re   at   the   school   gym   ,   sweetheart.   your   intended   plans   don’t   mean   to   shit   to   me.   ❜   he   breaks  away   to   scan   the   gym   again   like   he’s   had   been   before.      ❛   I’m   looking   for   my   sister   ,   have   you   seen   her   ?   name’s   wren   ?   tall   ?   redhead   ?   fangs   ?   ❜   atlas   gives   a   look   back   to   her   that   gives   off   a   so   -   have   -   you   -   seen   -   her   -   vibe.  

          ‘sweetheart’  the  boy  had  called  her  and  loraine  had  cringed  internally.  one  could  easily  be  convinced  she’d  tasted  something  unpleasantly  sour  by  the  vampire’s  expression.  though,  to  be  fair , him  pointing  out  a  major  and  obvious  fault  in  her  plan  was  also  a  pretty  big  part  of  it.  ❝  i  don’t  believe  so,  turnip,  i’ve  never,  ever  seen  a  redhead  or  a  vampire  in  my  life  let  alone  in  this  very  gym.  ❞  her  lips  had  a  mocking  curve  to  them  as  she  tilted  her  head,  puppy-like.  ❝  i  guess  you  could  say  your  description  means  shit  to  me.  ❞  that  was  a  lie,  lori  was  pretty  sure  she  knew  exactly  who  he  was  talking  about,  having  spotted  both  him  and  his  sister  around campus  before.  ❝  will  you  fuck  off  and  go  look  for  red  riding  hood  elsewher,  now?  ❞

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creaturisms​:

Despite having been at the school for about a month, Josie still found herself getting lost around campus. She’s only got the route to all her classes memorized by now, none of which were located in the building where the more athletic rooms were. The gifted human had been in search for the locker room and pool but instead stumbled into the gym. She didn’t mean to stare for longer than she should have, but even now she’s still intrigued by vampires and also very, very fucking gay. (a distant part of her brain is reminded of a stupid care-bear she’d been gifted as a child that sang ‘lets get physical’ but that’s neither here nor there.) ❝Keep the attitude directed at the punching bag, Miss Nosferatu.❞  Josie raises her hands in mock surrender, ❝Just looking for the pool locker room.❞

          a  laugh  threatened  to  spill  past  her  lips  at  the  unexpected  nickname  and  loraine  quickly  squished  the  amusement.  instead,  the  vampire  forced  her  eyebrows  to  furrow,  a  scowl  on  her  mouth  so  it  wouldn’t  turn  up  in  a  smile.  ❝  that’s  unfortunate  and  all  but  do  i  look  like  a  tour  guide?  ❞  with  her  messy  ponytail,  and  training  gear  on,  she  looked  as  far  as  professional  as  one  got.  ❝  would  that  be  all?  ❞

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xlafolie​:

     THE GYM WAS never usually somewhere soren ended up. her means of getting physical frustrations out typically ended in other sort of endeavors, but she needed a distraction, and all the usual ones she had were seemingly unavailable. she was going to take what she could, if that meant getting sweaty with other means, so be it. black bike shorts clung to her thighs, her red locks tamed back by a hair band, lips quirking up into a smirk at the voice across the room. ❝ no need to be so angry, chérie. ❞ the words slipping from her lips as her runners hit the mat. she slid her phone into the pocket of the seam of her shorts as she made her way over, hands grasping the bag as she glanced around it, a flash of her teeth present on her face. ❝ solo seems so … boring. ❞

          a  little  thrown  off  by  the  redhead’s  words,  she  blinked  rapidly.  the  sky  was  blue,  the  earth  was  round  and  loraine  was  angry;  it  was  one  of  those  things  that  simply  were.  she  was  quick  to  shur  down  that  train  of  thought,  instead  furrowing  her  eyebrows  at  the  other  and  standing  up  a  little  straighter  -  a  futile  attempt  to  seem  more  intimidating.  ❝  so  what?  are  you  prepositioning  you  replace  the  punching  bag  or  something?  ❞

[lorainemoreno]

adundas​:

one of the few places that diego actually enjoyed was the gym. there he could make an attempt to get out some of his pent up anger. although it didn’t completely remove the rage from inside of him, it helped him to not lash out at everyone he spoke to and that was good enough. “if you want a private gym session, think about going to a gym that isn’t open to everyone. your plans really don’t impact my life so… tough shit.” diego shrugged, walking up to the punching bag next to her and hitting it a few times. he wasn’t going to let some entitled girl distract him from his workout.

          holy,  shit  the  fucking  nerve  of  this  guy!  loraine  glared  openly  as  he  settled  next  to  her,  clearly  deciding  that  he  wanted  to  be  even  more  bothersome.  couldn’t  he  have  at  least  chosen  to  go  somewhere  a  bit  farther  away?  without  giving  it  even  an  ounce  of  thought,  she  strode  up  to  him  and  caught  his  punching  bag  in  her  hands.  ❝  what’s  your  problem,  old  man?  ❞  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  one,  clearly  and  mindlessly  looking  for  a  fight.    ❝  do  you  want  to  go?  ❞

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superbiarum​:

LAUGHTER BUBBLED AT KITTY’S LIPS. ❝ it really is. i should just find a witch to do my coursework for me. ❞ she sort of like doing something with her own hands that resulted in something… well, something other than sex. besides, it was just mixology with more toxic chemicals, who wouldn’t have fun with that? ❝ isn’t that the truth. you’re like an artsy kid or something, right? at least i hear you get lots of electives. ❞ learning was hardly the reason kit had chosen to come to the school, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying it at least a little bit.

          a  lazy  smirk  grew  on  her  lips.  ❝  yup.  and  you  can  just  relax  and  watch  them.  that  sounds  like  the  life.  ❞  though  by  the  way  katherine  talked  it  sounded  like  she  didn’t  really  need  anyone  else  doing  her  shit  for  her.  ❝  i  wouldn’t  call  myself  artsy,  not  in  a  million  years  ❞  loraine  chuckled  at  that,  shaking  her  head,    ❝  but  i  am  studying  art.  it’s...  alright,  i  suppose.  ❞  it  was  definitely  weird,  turning  something  that  had  been  a  simple  interest  into  her  main  focus  but  it  wasn’t  a  complete  disaster  just  yet.  and  it  was  sort  of  relaxing.  usually.  ❝  and  you  seem  pretty  passionate  about  the  witchy  bullshit.  ❞