the pure sin chronicles//book one [roleplay thread]

james clay kenelm//fallen angel

James shook his head; dismissing the girl. He had no time for a mortal like her.

Now that she was facing him, he noticed just how stunning she was. He may be in love with someone else, someone he couldn't have, but he wasn't blind. He could tell when someone else was attractive.

In fact, he had acted accordingly a few times before in the past. None of the angels, except maybe Laurel, were virgins. Though the mortals they had slept with meant nothing to them, nothing compared to their loves. Nothing more than a moment of weakness.

The angel began to turn, but as he did so he noticed that his love had already left. It seemed he could stay in his safe haven a bit longer. Well, sort of. He wouldn't be alone, it seemed. The girl was still standing there; waiting for a response.

Still, he felt empty with her gone. To see her again after so many years, just for her to leave, left his heart sore. Part of him wanted to run after her, but the stronger part of him held him back. He needed self control if they were both going to survive.

Deciding to indulge in her nonsense, James turned back around and told her, "I can be fun when I want to be." There was a small hint of flirtation in his tone, but it was mostly hidden by the slight growl.

Leaning back against the statue he had sat on earlier, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. The one from earlier had been dropped and stomped on.

As the lit the cigarette in his mouth, he watched this girl whose name he didn't even know. She stood with a bit of authority, almost arrogance. Her confidence was deafening. She looked like the kind of girl who could get him into deep trouble and he found it alluring.

Taking another cigarette out of the pack, he held it out to her and nodded. He figured she'd refuse, but it was his version of gratitude.

He wasn't one for conversation, more of the silent type. He had always been like that. He'd rather sit and draw than party and socialize.

"I'm James." He said, knowing she'd ask eventually. He didn't ask for her name in return because he knew she'd tell him anyway.

His luggage was at his feet, he had yet to take it up to his room. He was probably going to sit in his dorm and skip classes anyway. He'd rather avoid contact with people, especially Natalia, for his first day. And maybe the rest of the year.

nash pierce durand//fallen angel

Nash had been lounging on the top bleacher when he noticed Ansel. He had gasped and sat up to get a better look, just to make sure. It was him, alright. He had the same pure white hair that made him stand out among the rest.

He seemed to be running, which made sense. He had always been the type to get his anger out through physical activity. It was what kept him in shape; both mentally and physically.

Pulling his hood back, Nash leaned forward with his hands on his knees and watched. He figured that admiring from a distance wouldn't hurt. Just looking at him made the corners of his lips curl upward. His heart flooded with love for him and the pull was back. With every lap he made, he felt that pull grow stronger. He knew that he felt it too. Which is why he could have sworn he had looked up at him.

Tossing his head back, Nash let out a loud groan and mumbled incoherently under his breath. He hoped he was just seeing things, but he didn't want to chance it. It was time for him to leave.

Swiftly standing, Nash slowly made his way down the bleachers with his luggage slung over his shoulder. Each step brought him closer to Ansel, but he refused to look up from his shoes. If he even dared look at Ansel again... He was afraid of blowing this whole jerk facade and getting him killed.

As his feet hit the ground, Nash kept his gaze down and walked straight toward what he hoped was the exit. But before he could escape, he felt himself run into something solid.

The angel stumbled back and looked up only to find his love looking down at him. He was shorter than him, so he had to look up. His head covered the sun and made it look like he was glowing. He was shirtless and Nash had this sudden urge to reach out and bring his hand to his chest. The very thought of doing so made his heart constrict.

Realizing he was just staring at him, he swallowed hard and offered a thin smile. "Hey you."

God, he sounded pathetic. Someone smite him already.

enzo hayes wystan//fallen angel

Enzo glared down at his luggage, as if it was the reason for all of his problems. His fingers were tapping on the cafeteria table and his gaze kept shifting toward the clock on the wall. In a little over thirty minutes, class would start. He knew he'd have to go, for appearances. But he also knew James probably wasn't going to show up. Especially after seeing his love.

He wondered how Laurel was taking all of this. Laurel was the little sister of the group and all of them worked to protect her from harm. He knew she was probably in her room crying and he couldn't just sit there while she did. James was off ignoring all of them, distancing himself as always, and Nash was probably off sulking. So it was up Enzo to help their friend.

Standing, Enzo grabbed his luggage and headed for his dorm room. Stepping inside, he realized it wasn't that bad. Sure, the paint was gray and chipped. The place smelled faintly of death and was very bland. But it was spacious and it was all his.

Setting his luggage down, he decided he would unpack later. For now, he needed to go check on Laurel.

Leaving his room, he walked up and down the halls of the building in search of her. Each room had a name next to it, lucky for him.

Eventually he found Laurel's room and he let out a sigh of relief.

Knocking on the door, Enzo whispered, "It's me, Laurie."

He hoped she would open the door for him. He could hear her sobs through the door and it made him clench his fist. He had the urge to hurt whoever had made her upset, even though he knew that wasn't exactly the case this time.

vera nyx tace//gifted

When the girl walked away from her, not even looking her in the eye, Vera was crestfallen. What had she done to offend her? Maybe they had met before and she had hurt her in some way. Now she was curious as to how, but she figured the girl would probably want to be left alone.

The girl watched her go with tears in her own eyes. She felt silly, crying over someone whose name she didn't even know.

Wiping away at a warm tear, Vera took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She then brought back her touch exterior and hardened her gaze. She refused to act lame like this, crying on her first day. She also figured it'd be best to find allies elsewhere.

Maybe the cafeteria? She had heard that most students hung out there before classes. Hopefully she'd meet a friendly face there.

But first, she needed to drop off her luggage.

It took about ten minutes to find her room in the building. The place was a bit of a maze. The room itself was an eye sore, but she'd have to deal.

Once her stuff was mostly put away, she went to the mirror and decided to do her hair. She hadn't had time to do it this morning. She did her hair into two thick braids and then tied them into a knot at the end. She then tucked her chin into her turtleneck and headed downstairs.

Once inside the cafeteria, Vera sat at a table near the food line. It was one of the only empty ones.

The girl had been absentmindedly pulling at her sleeves when she saw her. One of the new girls.

"Hey! You!" She called out quickly, before the girl could enter the long line to get food. "Come sit with me."

Being the friendly and forward girl she was, Vera ran up to her and grabbed her hand. She then led her back to the table and sat; gesturing for her to do the same.

"I'm Vera." She said in a warm, gentle voice.

The girl in front of her was unbelievably hot, but straight for sure. Otherwise she would have flirted with her. But she still had Kiara in the back of her mind, so it wouldn't have lasted long anyway.

"This place is dreadful, isn't it?" Vera said; looking around the room.

dane grant rayner//demon

Dane chuckled at her words. He found it amusing that she thought she could resist him.

"You think I'm sexy?" He asked; leaning in so that she could feel his hot breath on her face. He let out a small breath on purpose, hoping to send a chill down her spine. He then grinned and leaned back.

Pocketing the knife, he told her, "I don't mind. I always get what I want in the end." He said in his low, husky voice. He then moved his dark hair from his face and brought his even darker gaze toward her.

He would get her, no matter what it took. Even if he had to woo her in a cliche, romantic way. He could play the nice guy role easily. He was very good at keeping his true self hidden.

Sitting up, Dan brought his knuckles to her cheek; brushing hr skin lightly. His skin was cold to the touch, unlike Enzo. Her angel's touch would feel searing hot compared to him.

"I'm willing to take things slow for you, princess." He said smoothly before bringing his hand back to his side. Princess. He liked the sound of that. He would have to call her that from now on.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours." He said roughly ; laying back onto the grass with his arms behind his head. "Either you tell me or you're stuck being called just princess for the rest of the school year."

//i'm sorry, these are shit. i just wanted to get something up for you guys!!

working on the playlist as we speak!

alsooo

i have a total plot twist for this thread, you'll see!//

james clay kenelm//fallen angel

James took a drag of his cigarette and let it out slowly; watching the wisps of smoke rise into the air before disappearing. He then flicked the ember off and turned back toward the girl.

Davina. That was her name. She was a mysterious girl, that was for sure. But at the same time easy to figure out. She was an arrogant, troublesome girl with a tough exterior and a soft heart. At least, that's how she came off to him. He wasn't quite sure yet.

When she pulled out the bag of weed, James raised an eyebrow. He wondered how she got it past the surveillance cameras and the tricky, annoying staff. He also knew that the school prohibited anyone from entering someone else's room. This girl screamed trouble. Not that he minded. He needed a distraction right about now. A joint couldn't hurt, could it? Or, if they had to, a coke can.

Without a word, James stood and slung his luggage over his shoulder. He then shuffled toward the exit; pausing to glance back at Davina. He then motioned for her to follow.

The angel then led her up to his building in silence. Again, he wasn't one for conversation. Every once in a while he looked behind him to find Davina trailing close behind. As if he needed reassurance that sh hadn't changed her mind.

James finally found his room, the same room that he had last visit. The door was covered in stickers, mostly satanic and cult symbols. Simply to be ironic and scare people away from his room. Last time, he had never invited anyone inside. But here he was, on his fist day, inviting someone inside.

The room was just as he remembered. The walls a bland gray and the window locked so no one could get out.

Tossing his luggage onto the floor, he threw himself onto the bed and laid back with his head resting against the bed frame. His arms were crossed and his lips were in a thin smile.

"Make yourself at home." He drawled, his slight british accent coming out.

When he had first come to earth, and first found Natalia, it had been in England. He didn't leave Europe until North America was discovered. Then he was off in search of a future without Natalia dying.

But fate was cruel and she followed him, even there.

Shaking his head, he focused instead on the girl and the drugs in his room. He was seeking the dangerous thrill of such a distraction, especially in that moment.

nash pierce durand//fallen angel

When Ansel pinched his cheek, he flinched. Not only at his cruel words, but at the heat of his skin. Usually the first touch left him breathless, but this one just caused pain.

His eyes brimmed with tears at the hurtful words that his love gave to him; the back of his throat burning because of it. He stayed silent, letting his love take his anger out on him. This was good, even though it felt bad. He needed Ansel to hate him. That way he couldn't get hurt. That way he could stay alive.

As his love walked away, Nash stood there feeling empty. He was numb in that moment. Completely numb. Like when your foot falls asleep, except it was his whole body.

The angel stumbled out of the football field and toward the exit, long after his love had left. He knew he shouldn't go to the cafeteria, so he wasn't sure where to go. He had about ten minutes before classes started, so he figured he should just wait in the classroom.

Before going there, though, he needed to drop his luggage off. So he headed toward the building and up the rickety stairs toward his room. As soon as he closed the door behind him, all of his emotions flooded him at once.

He felt anger at his love for being so cruel but mostly at himself for making him that way. He felt despair because his love was in reach, but he could never have him. It was torture having to watch him from afar and to be an ass to him if he ever came close.

Ansel was like the sun. He was brilliant and bright; a beacon of shining light. He was warm from afar, but scolding hot up close. His light comforted others, but could also burn them to ash. Nash revolved around him without even meaning to. Without him, Nash lived in a world of darkness.

Only letting a few tears escape, the angel wiped them away and set his luggage on the floor. He would worry about unpacking later. For now, he had class to attend. And he wouldn't let anyone see his eyes as red and puffy, especially not Ansel. Or whatever his name was.

Once inside the actual school, Nash passed the cafeteria and headed straight for the classroom. Their first class was being taught by Mr. Regent. He was apparently the nice, but more boring teacher. That's what James had told him, at least. He wasn't sure if he should believe that or not considering James hardly ever showed up.

The classroom was empty, not even the teacher was in there. Nash chose to sit at the back of the classroom, near the window.

Taking his notebook out, he beagn to doodle and wait for class to start. Hopefully him and his love didn't share a class.

enzo hayes wystan//fallen angel

Enzo felt his throat tighten at the sight of his dear friend. He hated seeing her like this. She was fragile and so he always felt the need to protect her, but he couldn't protect her from this.

He listened to her rant and agreed with most of what she said, nodding silently. When she began to pull on his arm, he couldn't refuse. He sat on the bed and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It is unfair. Fate is cruel. But we are strong, you are strong, and we will get through this year. I promise you." He said, hoping it would comfort her. He wasn't the best at it.

"You cannot, under any circumstances, get close to her. Otherwise you are putting all of us, not just her, in danger." He said as he scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He then pulled her close to him and set his chin on her head.

"We can stay here, but you can't stay in your room all year. We need a plan." He began to think of a plan, but then realized that he should be comforting his friend instead.

"I'm here for you." He mumbled into her curls. She smelled like sunshine and wildflowers. It was comforting to him and probably anyone else.

"Let's stay here for the first couple of classes, but we should go to lunch and the classes after that." He whispered, not wanting to say those words. But she needed that extra push to get back out there. She couldn't stay in her room all day.

Thinking back on what she told him, he looked down at her and said, "Don't feel bad for being nice. It makes you the Laurel we all know and love." He smiled warmly and brushed her curls back before hugging her again.

"So. What kind of board games?" Enzo let go of her and raised his eyebrows with a short chuckle.

vera nyx tace//gifted

Vera could tell that this girl was the queen bee type. Probably spoiled rotten by her parents. She wondered what she did to get there. She didn't seem like the criminal type. Then again, neither did Vera. She was too friendly and gentle for own good. But she had a bad side, of course.

When Athena called her Red, she giggled. She liked that nickname. She thought it fit her rather well.

"Oh, you know. Armed robbery, possession of an illegal gun, use and possession of drugs... The norm." Vera said playfully with a hint of a smile. She hoped this girl did something rather horrible to get in. She refused to associate with pansies.

Suddenly the bell for fist period sounded which made Vera cringe.

"Gross. We have class now. Who do you have for first block? I have Mr. Regent." She had read somewhere in the pamphlet that there were three classes. Two before lunch and one after. Each one was over an hour long. She was not looking forward to it. And it was only Monday... Thank God they had the weekends off. Sort of. They still had events on the weekend.

Standing from the table, Vera smiled at Athena and walked with her to class. Looking at her now, she realized just how beautiful she was. Her pale curly hair, her shining blue eyes, her full rosy lips...

Compared to her, she was boring. She wore a boring sweater and pants, no makeup, and her hair was sort of cool but still unruly.

Stopping in the hallway, she turned toward her new friend and said, "Make me look pretty like you. After class."

With that, she headed into the classroom and chose a seat in the middle, closer to the back. The school was small, so there would only be about twelve people per class. And there were only eight teachers. Then there was a few janitors, a nurse, and the headmaster. The school itself was rather large, but not many people went to it. Most people didn't get sent to a school for probation, but it seemed they were the lucky few.

Vera rolled her eyes at the thought. She then took out her journal and began to scribble in the corners. The class hadn't even started and she was already bored.

dane grant rayner//demon

Dane watched as the girl shimmied away from him with hungry eyes. He felt something stir from deep inside him and his fascination with her grew. With one look, she had awoken his dark side.

After she left, Dane stood and twirled the knife in his hand. He watched the blade carefully; devising a wicked plan to get her to join the dark side. If she would just give into that darkness she had... They could create wonderful chaos.

He had Mr. Regent for first period, so he decided to head to class. He normally didn't, but there was a chance that Ella would be there.

He walked in late, so Mr. Regent had already been going over the syllabus. "I want an essay over the history of this school done by Wednesday. Hand written, of cour- Oh, Mr. Rayner. How nice of you to show up."

Dane nodded a greeting toward the teacher before heading to the back of the classroom, where he usually sat. The back corner, farthest from the door.

Mr. Regent looked malnourished and had dark circles under his eyes. He had the look of a recovering addict of sorts. It is said that most teachers here used to be students at the school. He wouldn't be surprised.

Clearing his throat, the teacher said, "As I saying." He gave a small smile that showed his yellow teeth. He then turned back toward the blackboard and went to writing on the board.

While he wasn't looking, Dane took his knife out and began to carve into his desk. He carved his real name, Nicor.

Though he loved the fiery pits of Hell, he missed the ocean more than anything. Maybe he'd take Ella to the beach. He'd love to see her in a swimsuit. And he could take her to the very bottom of the ocean, his favorite place. Besides, she belonged there. Being the siren that she is.

//lol i remember having to smoke out of a coke can before i got a pipe wayyyy back in the day

also i think vera, athena, and ella should be a trio of besties c:

oh! and elton can be the gay best friend xD

also, holy shit. ella is sexy af like omg. i wish i could write a character that sexy!//

james clay kenelm//fallen angel

James had a cool smirk in his pastel blue eyes as Davina spoke. So she had the bud but not the pipe. Typical. Looks like he would have to supply a method for them to smoke.

Standing from the bed, James fished his pockets for a dollar. Finding one, he held it up to show her before leaving the room. He then searched the halls for a vending machine. Finally finding one, the angel placed the dollar inside and let the machine swallow it whole. Pushing B4, he watched as the coke can fell to the bottom.

This whole time, James thought to himself... What am I doing? He didn't know this girl and he was letting her into his room with drugs. In fact, he was about to smoke with her. Was that really a smart move?

But then he thought about Natalia and decided that, even if it wasn't, it was all he had. He needed this distraction to forget about his love. He didn't want to think about her. Every time he did, he saw her bloody and broken in his arms.

Opening the door to his room, he went straight to the sink and opened the soda can with a satisfying clink. He then poured the soda down the drain and washed it out with warm water. Heading to his bedside table, he grabbed a pen and laid the can on its side. He then stuck it in the top and created a hole. He then made another hole on the side.

Tossing the pen on the desk, James held the can up and smirked. He remembered having to do this before he could afford joint papers or a pipe. Or before he got Betty, his bong.

Snatching the bag of bud from her grasp, he sat next to her on his bed and opened the bag. He then grabbed a nug and placed it on the top hole. Bringing the opening where you'd usually drink soda from to his lips, he put his thumb on the hole on the side and took his lighter out. He then danced the flame above the bud until he could see smoke. He then quickly took in a deep inhale before passing it to Davina.

After a few seconds passed, James slowly let the smoke out through his nose. He then watched Davina take a hit and shook his head. What was he doing? He wasn't sure anymore.

"So what got you in here? Must have been terrible. You look like the psychotic type." He joked, finally feeling a bit more at ease. Now he was able to really open up to her, but he didn't completely trust her. He didn't trust anyone but his flight. That's what a group of angels were called. A flight.

"Let me guess. Aided and abetted terrorist acts? Chopped up your parents or roasted them alive? Part of the drug cartel?" He said in a dramatic voice, even adding a small laugh. It had been forever since he'd laughed.

He winked at her to let her know he was joking before taking the can back from her. He then danced the flame back over the top and inhaled again.

"I'm serious though. What did you do?" He coughed; smoke coming out of his mouth in puffs with each one. He knew he was high because his throat burned like hell and he was in a coughing fit. He hadn't smoked in a while, so his tolerance was lower.

James ran a hand through his blond hair and glanced at Davina; waiting for her response.

nash pierce durand//fallen angel

Nash had been staring out of the window when he felt it. He felt that pull that made him know that Ansel had walked into the room.

Turning his head ever so slightly, he could see the attractive young man enter the classroom. He felt his heated gaze on him and realized that he was still pissed at him. Well, at least his plan had worked. This way he would get to live. If he could just resist the urge to be close to him all school year long...

Looking around, the angle noticed that he was the only one of his flight to show up. Of course the others would shirk their responsibilities and leave him alone in this soulless class.

As the teacher droned on and on about the book they were supposed to read, Nash decided to take in the other students. Most of them he already knew. All four of the gifted, the guy that showed them around, and himself all made. Which made six. There were six more students.

One he knew as Olive Greene. She went strictly by Liv, though. She was clearly anorexic by her emancipated frame. She had glossy blonde hair that she had up in a messy bun and only mascara on. She didn't need much makeup though. She was gorgeous and she knew it. She was kind of the queen bee around Cross Academy. She'd been around since freshman year. Attempted murder and multiple cases of assault. Apparently she was pretty bipolar and snapped on people. Didn't want to be around her on a bad day. Nash figured that the new girls and maybe even Ansel would give her a run for her money. He just hoped his love didn't go anywhere near her. She wasn't one to mess with. Nash figured if she wanted to own this dump, then let her. Maybe it was all she had. This place was practically home to most of the students here. A boring, soulless home. But still a home.

Then there was a couple in the back who were gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. When the teacher wasn't looking, one of them would put a hand down the other's pants. Gross. Why couldn't they have just skipped and did that in one of their rooms?

Then there was some guy he didn't know. He had dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He looked like the varsity football type. He was only wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, but he knew that if he could, he'd be wearing a letterman jacket. His muscles rippled every time he moved to stretch. Nash was transfixed on his lips. He wouldn't want to date him, no. No human was worth his time, not really. Except for his love, even though Ansel wasn't completely human.

The guy must have felt him staring because he turned and caught his eye. The two stared at each other before the guy lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

Feeling his face grow warm, Nash looked away and back to his notebook. He then quickly made it look like he was taking notes in a frantic manner.

While he did so, he couldn't help but overhear some of the gifted talking. None of them had ever met in any other lives, so he hoped that none of them clashed. He wasn't sure how they'd all act around each other with such different personalities. Three of them seemed to be getting along and the fourth seemed to be having fun flirting with one of the last two guys in the classroom. Dane looked like he was fuming.

Shit. Did Dane have a thing for Enzo's girl? He felt the need to tell Enzo right away, but he knew it would only hurt him more. What could he do? He couldn't have her, so might as well let someone else take her. As long as she was happy, right? Nash just wished she'd met someone after she left Cross Academy.

Glancing back toward the trio, he heard that their names were Vera, Athena, and... Elton. So that was his name in this life.

Before he could finish pondering over his name, he saw a folded up piece of paper land on his desk. Nash furrowed his brow before unfolding the paper.

like what you see?

Nash blushed hard at this note because he knew who it was from. Daring to glance at the guy a few empty desks over, he watched as he watched him with a grin.

The angel scrambled to crumble up the paper and toss it toward the trash can. He missed, but he didn't care. He then ducked his head and went back to scribbling in his notebook. He had only been admiring him, why did he have to flirt with him? Besides, who would have thought this jock would play for his team.

Suddenly, another folded up piece of paper landed on his desk. Sighing softly, Nash slowly unfolded it and read what was inside.

meet me after class

"No note passing in my classroom." Mr. Regent said; walking up to his desk and snatching the note. He then took it with him to the front of the classroom and threw it into the trash can.

Great. Now everyone knew that this random guy was passing notes to him.

Nash groaned before hitting his head on his desk with a thunk.

enzo hayes wystan//fallen angel

Enzo stood and hugged Laurel to him; running his fingers through her curls and saying, "No matter where we go, our loves will follow. It is the curse of being their guardian angels. We will always find each other. The best we can do is be strong and stick together. We can get through this." Then with a sigh, 'We can't run forever."

Placing a brotherly kiss on the top of her head, Enzo pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulders. He then looked her in the eye and said, "We will go to lunch. End of story. We can't hide in your room forever."

He was loving and caring, but stern when he needed to be. It came with being the leader of their flight. He was a protective older brother, but also a strict leader.

Adding a kind smile, Enzo ruffled her hair and said, "Let's go explore the new school. Maybe we can find a safe place besides your room."

If luck was on their side, they wouldn't run into Petra or Helena. Hopefully they would both be in class.

"I'd say let's go flying, but there are cameras everywhere. But I bet we can think of something else fun to do though." He winked in a joking manner. The two always joked that they'd make a good couple if she wasn't gay and he didn't see her as a little sister.

Sighing heavily, he grabbed her hand in his and said, "You can do this, Laurie. I know you can. And I will be there, by your side, every step of the way."

vera nyx tace//gifted

Vera shrugged when Athena indirectly said that she was pretty. She was pretty insecure, so she didn't believe her. She grew up with parents who made her feel worthless to the point where she actually believed it.

When Athena decided to sit next to her in class, Vera felt herself smile brightly. Back in private school, she was bullied hardcore by girls like her. Between being bullied at home and at school, drugs and theft seemed like the only option for her. But once you entered reform school, everyone was a criminal. There were still jocks, gang members, and queen bees. Or one queen bee, to be exact. But the popular crowd was allowed to mix with the nobodies. It wasn't frowned upon in such a place like this.

Speaking of queen bee's, when Vera sat down she got that vibe from the girl in the very back of the classroom. Hopefully she wouldn't cause them any trouble.

Looking around the classroom, Vera didn't see the girl from earlier. Maybe she was still in her room crying. Maybe she should go comfort her... No, that would be a strange thing to do. Considering they didn't know each other and she was the reason she was crying.

Turning back toward Athena, she began to speak only for a guy to approach them. He was clearly gay judging by the outfit and he confirmed it with his own words. He was clearly attractive, but neither of them played for the same team.

"I thought I was the designated gay friend." Vera joked, nudging her new friend in the shoulder. She was much too friendly and trusting, hopefully these two wouldn't take advantage of that.

She also just came out to both of them. She was out to everyone at her old school and her family since she clearly had a girlfriend, but she wasn't sure how the people here would take it.

When Athena called her pretty again, Vera frowned. She was probably just being nice.

"I'm Vera Tace." She told him with a small smile.

The three of them seemed like a good trio, one that could cause some trouble around school. Maybe she'd actually be in the popular crowd for once. She wasn't sure what she'd do with such power, though limited in such a school. Though they needed to do something to up their ranks...

"Let's throw a party!" Vera said, her tone filled with excitement. "I can turn off the cameras in my hall, with a bit of help, and find someone who can smuggle booze in."

Vera wasn't much of a party girl. She had actually never been to an actual party and wasn't much of a drinker. She'd had a shot once, but that was when she was already fucked up. She usually did drugs in the comfort of her own home, in the school bathroom before class, or in her dealer's house with a few of his other clients. But she was forced to go to rehab before she came to this school, so she was a month clean. But one party couldn't hurt, right? That way, Athena would win the honor of being queen bee and the three of them could rule the school. Plus whatever other friends they made along the way! Oh, what a fun idea!

"I mean, only if you want to..." Vera trailed off near the end, afraid of rejection. I mean, who was to say they even liked her idea? They could think it was dumb. Yeah, it probably was dumb.

Shaking her head, Vera gave an awkward laugh and told them, "Nevermind. Forget I said anything."

She then went back to pretending to take notes and listen to the teacher's lecture.

dane grant rayner//demon

When the girl from before sauntered into his classroom, later than him, Dane paused his carving and watched her with a fiery gaze.

She then purposely sat far from him, but still close enough to tease him with her presence. He watched her carefully and with a grin. She was just the definition of cool and alluring. She was a siren and he was the demon of the sea. They fit perfectly together. If only he could get her to see that. Plus, he'd have a hard time keeping her away from lover boy. Who, lucky for him, didn't show up to class today.

He saw her eyes glow teal and he knew that the boy that she kicked out of his seat was headed straight for him. The boy then began to babble to him about nonsense and he let out a small chuckle. So she liked to play games... He'd have fun with that.

Standing, Dane pocketed the knife and headed for the girl. He then looked at the boy she was sitting next to and growled, "I suggest you move."

"Or what?" The guy dared to question.

Dane licked his lips and huffed before leaning forward and pulling his knife out of his pocket; placing the blade up to his face. "Or I scar that pretty face of yours."

The boy gulped before quickly leaving his seat; sitting far from Dane.

The demon shrugged at the girl before turning the chair backwards and sitting in it that way. "Hello again, princess."

Taking a pack of spearmint gum out of his pocket and placing the knife there instead, he popped a piece in his mouth and chewed loudly just to annoy her. When he caught her eye, he smiled while chewing and held the pack out to her. He then leaned in and searched her gaze.

"Or are you too good for my gum too?" His face went slack with mock seriousness. He then quickly smiled again and leaned back in his seat.

//just created another love triangle whoops xD

also i'm thinking that vera's eyes should glow purple, i think that's her color

also i love that gif of athena!!

okay so i'm thinking that vera could be sweet and kind and bubbly, but when she's pissed off.... well, you'll see lol

also, i'm not sure if i mentioned this before, but demons can posses people//

james clay kenelm//fallen angel

James looked at Davina with a heated gaze before beginning to laugh. He was laughing hard and genuinely, even though what she said wasn't that funny. He just felt so much better now that he had smoked.

After he was finished laughing, he fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes. He began to hum to an old song, one he had long forgotten the name to. There was a hint of a smile on his face as he slowly blinked open his eyes. He then stared up at the girl sitting on his bed with his icy blue eyes.

"Okay, Mystery Girl. Tell me this." James propped himself up on his elbows and nodded toward the rest of the bud in the bag. "Is there more where that came from?"

He then looked at her in this alluring, unabashed manner. He wouldn't mind this being a regular thing. Smoking in the company of an attractive girl instead of going to class. Though it may not be the smartest move because she was almost too tempting. But then again, she was a good distraction from his new daily torment.

Clearing his throat, James turned away and instead gazed at the wall. He shouldn't give into temptation. He didn't want to string this girl along. That was the last thing he needed to do right now.

Glancing back at her, his gaze caught hers. First his eyes widened and then narrowed. He felt shaken by just one look from her. It sent a chill down his spine. Shaking it off, he dared to continue to lock gazes with her.

Then, in one swift movement, James sat up and placed his hand on her cheek. He then leaned in and kissed her deeply. Warmth spread through him as he kissed her.

Maybe it was because he was high, or maybe it was because he hadn't gotten laid since the 80's, but either way... There was no taking back what just happened.

As he kissed her, he pushed her down on the bed; only pulling away to catch his breath. As he looked down at her, he felt his lips pull up into a smile.

nash pierce durand//fallen angel

Nash saw Elton look at him, but he tried not to catch his gaze again. God, he must have looked so lame. He didn't blame Elton for not wanting anything to do with him.

He could hear them talking about a party. The whole class could, actually. It was a mostly silent classroom, besides Mr. Regent's ongoing lecture, so they could hear their whispers. That meant the word would spread like wildfire.

Liv didn't seem very happy about the whole idea. Nash knew she was probably planning something diabolical at this point. And the guy a few seats over kept smiling at him.

Glancing up from his notebook, Nash looked at Elton and admired him from afar. His chiseled jaw, the slope of his nose, the way his hair fell in his face.

Suddenly, Nash caught his eye and he panicked. His face flushed as he locked gazes with him.

Flashing a smile in his direction, he slowly lifted his hand and flipped him the bird. He then quickly went back to drawing a picture in his notebook. It was a awful sketch, he wasn't an artist like James or anything, but it kept his mind off of what he just did. He was not looking forward to that backlash. He knew that Elton could make his life a living hell. He probably would after this.

Suddenly, the bell for lunch rang. Nash let out a sigh of relief and stood from his desk. He grabbed his book bag and slung it over his shoulder, glancing at Elton with a blank expression. He didn't look happy.

The angel hurried out of the classroom, but once he stepped into the hall, he was stopped by the guy from earlier.

"Hello. I'm Bentley Wilson. Call me Ben." The guy said in a british accent. Oh, someone from his country of origin. Well, technically he was from Heaven. But that was besides the point.

Nash stiffened at his greeting, but was polite nonetheless. "Nash." He didn't really want to be with this guy. He was hot, yeah, but he was more focused on Elton despite him hating him.

Without warning, Ben moved toward him which made Nash back away until he hit the wall. The guy placed a hand against the wall and looked deep into his eyes. They were blue from a distance, but up close they sparkled with emerald green.

"Why don't we skip lunch and hang out in my room instead?" The way he said hang out made it clear that they wouldn't be playing board games or sharing idle gossip.

"Um, no thanks. I kind of want to eat lunch-" Nash began, but then Ben moved closer to him. He could feel his warm breath on him and it made him uncomfortable.

"Come on. I know you want me." Ben hissed under his breath and it made Nash flinch. God, what had he gotten himself into?

enzo hayes wystan//fallen angel

Enzo gripped Laurel's hand tightly and grinned. A nice little adventure might be exactly what they needed to get their minds off of Helena and Petra.

Without meaning to, the angel led his friend to the cemetery. It seemed like the most secluded area since there were no cameras there. Though as they walked down the hill and entered the rusted gates, they soon realized that they weren't the only ones who had decided to pay the place a visit. Apparently it was a normal hangout for most students.

There was a group of girls covered in tattoos and facial piercings in one corner. They all wore black bandannas around their heads and Enzo knew immediately who they were. They were the Gothics. The smallest gang in the school, but still a gang. And they were all female. Goth feminists all the way. Their leader stood in the center. She had the most piercings and a buzzcut. Her eyes locked with Enzo's and he could of swore she snarled at him. She had dark eyeliner on her feline eyes that made her shifty gaze even more menacing. Enzo quickly looked away, not wanting to get involved with them.

In the other corner, farther away, was a group of guys. A few of them had girls on their arms, but majority of them were male. They all wore black sweaters with oxford shirts under them so that their gray collars showed over their sweaters. Their collars in question were straight up which showed that these guys were tools. They looked like they all went to private schools and played sports, but ended up getting kicked out for something getting too aggressive. These guys radiated a kind of toughness, one that told Enzo not to mess with them. They all seemed pretty buff, despite their clean haircuts and unmarked skin.

Then, way farther down the hill, there were the Serpents. Their leader from before was nowhere to be seen, probably still hurt over his bruised ego. They all wore leather jackets and biker boots. He could tell that they were more of a motorcycle gang than anything else. He heard that they could sneak anything into the school. Ask and you shall receive. With a price, that is.

Enzo scanned the crowd, realizing they were the only the only ones not in a gang. The other students moved around them like vultures. What had they just gotten themselves into?

The angel steered Laurel away from them and toward an empty spot in the cemetery. Wiping away wet, decaying leaves from the base of a stature, Enzo motioned for her to sit. "So much for privacy." He huffed; sitting next to her. He then shrugged and wrapped an arm around her in a friendly manner. Besides, it was a chilly autumn day and he wanted to make sure she was warm.

Suddenly, another student approached them. He came from the Ghoulies and since he came alone, he was clearly the leader. The others trailed behind him, but stayed a good distance away. He had deep golden hair and a dark tan. His eyes were a very pale blue, but they were sunken in like he hadn't slept in years. He had a cigarette in his hand and was taking a rather long drag.

"You must be new." He said in a matter of fact way. "I'm Harold. Call me Harry, though."

Enzo moved so that he was slightly in front of Laurel. He knew that if this guy started a fight, both of them could finish it. Laurel was the angel of harmony, after all. She could dismantle any mortal fight. But if need be, Enzo had his fists.

"Nice to meet you Harry." Enzo said in false politeness; his tone guarded. He didn't trust this guy. Especially with the way his goonies looked at them like they were prey.

"Listen, I'm not one to start an unnecessary fight. So hear me when I say this." Harry took another drag before leaning forward and blowing the smoke into Enzo's face. "This is gang territory."

Enzo scrunched up his face in disgust, though it came off as a sneer. Was he supposed to just leave? He came here to get Laurel to feel better and this guy was probably making it worse since she hated conflict.

Just then, the bell for lunch rang and Harry looked off toward the school. He then glared at Enzo and said, "Lucky you. We're taking a lunch break. Don't be here when we get back."

With that, each gang moved toward the cafeteria and away from them.

Enzo held his breath until they were all gone. Then he let it out slowly and turned toward Laurel. "Are you hungry? I can always go grab us food if you want to stay here." He didn't like the idea of leaving her alone there, but he knew she probably wouldn't come with him.

vera nyx tace//gifted

Vera smiled brightly when they agreed to her party idea. She didn't feel worthless in that moment.

She was very excited for the makeover for multiple reasons. First, maybe she could be as sexy as Athena. I mean, look at her. She was like a goddess. Second, maybe she'd see that girl at the party tonight... Okay, probably not. She didn't seem like the party type. And probably didn't ever want to see her again. But she couldn't stop thinking about her. She could have sworn she'd met her before, but she couldn't place where from.

Before she could answer Elton, she heard the bell for lunch ring. Mostly everyone dipped out of the classroom as soon as it sounded. The three of them seemed to be the last ones in there.

Vera hoped they all sat together at lunch. She'd never sat at the popular kids table. Not that they were popular yet. Though a small part of her was afraid that they would see that she wasn't cool enough and drop her later on down the road. Vera frowned at the thought, but then shrugged to herself and instead looked to her friends.

"Lets hurry so we can find a table." Vera said; standing from her seat. She then grabbed her book bag and stuck her journal in it. Both of her hands reached for her friends'. One hand for Elton, one for Athena. She then led them toward where she thought the cafeteria was. She was just sort of following everyone down the hallways and hoping they led her to the right place.

Once inside the cafeteria, she saw that it was humongous! Probably the largest part of the school besides the gymnasium. Since Vera had down her research beforehand, she knew that lunch was a little over an hour long. Plenty of time to socialize.

Though huge, the cafeteria was worse for wear. It looked like the place hadn't been cleaned in ages and she was afraid to eat the food there.

Yes, she had already been to the cafeteria this morning. But she had been more confused on making friends than anything else. Now she saw how horrid this place really was.

None of the other kids seemed to notice the discord. Most of them stood by the large windows instead of sitting at an actual table. Group of what looked like gang members came in swarms into the cafeteria and took the tables that seemed to be where the kids who ruled the school sat. They took seven tables near the exit, which left one more.

Liv Greene was heading toward the table with a few other girls. They all had bubblegum pink lipstick and eyes like daggers. She was leading them straight toward it.

Vera, thinking quick, let go of her friends' hands and ran toward the table. She then motioned for her friends to hurry and sit too.

As they followed suit, Vera took a pen out of her bag and began to carve into the table.

reserved for Vera, Athena, and Elton

Vera smiled to herself just as Liv made it to the table. She stood with her hands on her hips and her gaze filled with the fires of Hell. It made Vera shrink back instinctively, but then she remembered that she had Athena and Elton on her side and she straightened back out.

"Um, that table is for the Golden Girls." Liv said in a shrill voice that hurt Vera's ears.

"Does it have your name on it? Because it has ours." Vera gestured toward the names she had carved into their new table.

Liv stomped her foot like a spoiled child and said, "If you don't move, you will regret it." The girls behind her all nodded their heads in unison. They were just a bunch of mindless barbies that Vera wasn't worried about. But she didn't like the thread. he sounded like she was going to kill her in the night.

"Or you can just move now, loser." Liv said and the other girls behind her giggled.

Loser. Loser. Loser. Loserloserloserloserloser.

She began to see red. Her blood boiled with such rage. The giggles seemed distant as memories of her being bullied resurfaced.

Vera hated being called names. Did I mention she used to get into fights back in private school? That's why she always moved schools and got bullied at each one for being a certified psycho.

Standing, Vera gave them a look that made them quickly stop laughing. She then moved her sweater sleeves up and balled her fists; clenching it hard enough to leave nail marks in her palms.

This was dark Vera.

"Oh? You want to call names, huh? You anorexic slut." Vera smiled a devilish smile, one that wasn't pure and friendly like normal. Her eyes narrowed and she stepped forward. All of the girls stepped back besides Liv.

"What did you just call me?" Liv curled her lip at her; clearly offended.

"You heard me." Vera was getting closer now. She kept staring at her throat; wanting to strangle her more than anything. She had a murderous glint in her eye.

The whole school was watching this showdown. No teachers in sight.

Liv looked around the cafeteria before smirking. She then took a tray of meatloaf off of another girl's plate and lifted it above Vera; smashing it on her head.

Vera gasped; her eye twitching. That was the last straw. The girl reared her fist back and threw a punch at her; enough force to break her nose. Liv fell back onto the floor and began to cry and scream curse words.

The other girls screamed before attacking Vera. One pulled her by her hair and threw her on the ground. Vera hit the ground hard and groaned. The girls began to kick at her and there just too many of them. Vera cried out as one kicked her in the stoach and knocked the breath out of her. She'd have bruises after this, for sure.

dane grant rayner//demon

Dane hadn't been this turned on for a while now. God, she was such a tease. He loved it.

Though he did not agree with her calling him vanilla. He was anything but. He just needed to show her.

As she walked out of the room, Dane gave it a couple seconds before getting up and following after her. The other students paid no mind, but Mr. Regent looked like he was about to chase after them. Lucky for the demon, the bell rang shortly after his exit. So the teacher really had no reason to come after them now.

Since they were in the hall alone, Dane used a bit of his demon speed to catch up to Ella. Within seconds he was standing in front of her. He said nothing, he simply just gave her a charming smile. One that said he was about to prove her wrong.

Grabbing her face in his hands, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. As he kissed her, he backed her up against a door. While his tongue teasingly danced with hers, he reached for the door handle and opened it. They were now in an empty classroom. Snapping his fingers, all of the cameras turned off which meant there was no getting caught unless someone walked in.

The demon threw her down on the teacher's desk and molded his body into hers. His lips trailed from her lips down her throat to her chest... He then stood, bending over slightly and bringing his hand to her throat. He began to tighten his grip and constrict his breathing. He choked her the way someone did with the intent to kill; squeezing her wind pipe to almost the point of crushing. If he did this for too long, she'd pass out. Maybe even die. For a moment, his eyes sparkled with a darkness that showed he was willing to kill her right then and there.

Lessening his grip, he brought his thumb up to her lips and dragged it down; his eyes half-lidded with lust.

"Too vanilla for you?" He growled in a low, deep voice. He then lifted her legs onto his shoulders and began to kiss them; moving further and further forward.

This was vanilla for him. Not many people got to see him at his best. But this girl... He figured she could handle it.

//so all of the gangs, [the gothics, the serpents, and the ghoulies] are up for roleplaying! just in case you want them involved with your characters!

also, ben is a ghoulie!!

also vera is my smol precious bean the poor thing needs guidance so she can love herself ughhh

bro i don't think ella understands how dark dane is. he is the most evil character i have made yet xD

bro i have been choked the way dane is choking ella and leT ME TELL YOU IT IS WAY DIFFERENT AND MUCH BETTER TRUST ME LIKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE AND THE ADRELINE IS JUST UGH//

james clay kenelm//eighteen//fallen angel [lightning]

James wasn't sure what he was doing. He didn't love this girl. Hardly knew her, really. But something pulled him toward her. Possibly the darkness that he saw in her sparkling hazel eyes.

When she went to unbuckle his belt, he ran a hand through her dark hair and leaned forward to softly press his lips on hers. As he pulled away, he could feel her warm, uneven breath on his face.

In that moment, it began to rain. It came down in sheets; hitting the locked window with force. The sky growled and bellowed with thunder. A weeping willow nearby was swaying in the harsh winds and tapping at the window.

Placing his hand behind her neck, he lifted her head. He then lifted her up from the small of her back with his other hand. Once they were both sitting up, the male smashed his lips against hers. The angel gripped at her hips; pulling her closer to him.

When he pulled away, only for a moment, he reached his hand into her hair and grabbed at it; using it to yank her head back forcefully. He then tenderly kissed her jaw and trailed the kiss down her throat.

The male then let go of her hair and moved her back down onto his bed. His lips found hers again and he moved so that their bodies melted together.

"If we do this, you have to promise not to get attached." He said in a low, rumbling voice that matched the thunder outside. He wasn't looking for love and she needed to know that.

//when he finds out that davina is a demon, he's gonna freak! lol//

nash pierce durand//eighteen//fallen angel [love/desire]

Nash gulped before pushing the male away with force; his eyes wild with fear. He then offered a nervous chuckle and ran a hand through his dark curls.

"Look, I'm flattered, but I'm just not interested." Nash said in an anxious manner; unsure of how this guy would take that.

Ben flashed a playful grin and reached forward; placing his hand around Nash's cheeks. The male then squished his cheeks and said, "You're cute, you know that?"

Nash sucked in a breath that seemed to stick to his lungs. Somehow it was humid in that hallway and it made the angel sweat. Looking at this threatening student now, he wanted to cry. He had always been the guarded, but sensitive type. He felt like he was sinking into quicksand and if he moved it would just make it worse.

"It's a good thing I like a challenge." Ben added before letting go of his face. The guy then backed away and kicked at the floor with his combat boot.

"Well. I'll see ya." With that, he offered a salute and walked down the hallway; away from Nash.

Nash finally let out the breath he had been holding and swallowed thickly. He felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't like the way that guy made him feel.

Deciding some lunch would make him feel better, Nash headed in the opposite direction and toward the cafeteria.

Once inside, he saw a crowd of people gathered around something. Their fingers were pointed toward another group of people and Nash followed their fingers only to find Elton among them.

Oh Lord, of course he would get himself into this mess. And where were the teachers when they needed them?

Pushing past the crowd of people, Nash moved between Olive and Elton. He spread his arms wide in a defensive manner; prepared to fight for his love. He could see a few cuts on him here and there which made the angel fume.

"Touch him and I skin you alive." Nash glanced back at Elton and winked in a friendly manner. He just hoped he didn't get any mixed signals from him. He just felt the need to protect him. That was all. Then they could go back to ignoring each other.

enzo hayes wystan//eighteen//fallen angel [fire]

Enzo moved through a thick cloak of mist as he headed for the cafeteria. There was a deep echo of cicadas coming from the shadows. It really was an eerie sight. He just needed to grab Laurel and him some food and he'd be back outside and away, hopefully, from Petra. Or whatever her name was.

There was a forest of oak trees surrounding the campus and James once told him that there was a lake on the property. Enzo figured that if the gang members came back, they could always find the lake and eat lunch there.

Once inside of the cafeteria, he turned only to find pouring rain come down in sheets. Great. So they were stuck eating indoors. He figured Laurel would follow him inside soon enough. That, or find shelter. Though he figured there wouldn't be much of that in the open cemetery.

Turning back around, he noticed that there was a crowd of people gathered around; cheering someone on. Wonderful. It was his first day and there was already a fight.

Moving through the crowd, but sticking to the shadows, Enzo peeked from behind someone only to find Petra standing among a group of gifted. They were all staring down Olive Greene and her girls.

That's when Nash moved in front of his own love; between him and a glaring Olive. God, what was he doing? He was just asking for trouble/

Enzo caught his eye and Nash simply shrugged at him, as if he couldn't help it. The angel then went back to his staring contest with Olive.

Groaning inwardly, the male began to turn away, uninterested in all of the petty fighting, but then he caught Petra's eye. He saw a glint of recognition, a spark of light, in her eyes. Though only for a moment. It left before it could fully develop. It still made him pause though.

His lips parted, he raised his eyebrows at his love; as if asking a simple question. Did she even want anything to do with him?

vera tace nyx//seventeen//gifted [body manipulation]

Vera stood on wobbly legs and stared up at her new friends. The fact that they had all just met and they were already defending her made her tear up. It felt great to have a group of friends to watch out for her.

Now standing, Vera glanced around at her friends. Though she didn't recognize one of them. She was still grateful that she had stood up for her as well. They were now all standing in front of her in a defensive manner; like they were guarding her from harm.

Even one guy she figured none of them knew, but was also a new student, moved in front of Elton. Wow. Who knew reform school would be so much fun and filled with some of the best people.

But then she noticed some of the not so great people around her. She was still covered in meat loaf and the crowd was enjoying it. They were jeering and calling out terrible names. One girl snapped a picture with her silver camera; getting a close up shot. People were making a joke of her. Nothing had changed. She was still being bullied.

That's when she saw the girl from this morning, the one she had made cry, standing by the door. She was soaking wet, probably from the rain, and giving her a look of... Dissatisfaction? Disappointment? Disgust? She wasn't sure.

At first, Vera thought she could shake off the whole incident and go on about her day. But then she saw the girl and it made her crack. Her eyes began to well up with tears.

That's when a teacher finally walked up to them and started to scream bloody murder. "Detention! All of you!"

The teacher was saying that Vera and her friends, as well as Olive and her girls, were all to meet in the cemetery at dawn for an hour of detention. Great.

Swallowing hard, Vera decided she wouldn't cry in front of these people. So, instead, she turned tail and ran. She could hear Olive's shrill laughter following after her.

Vera ended up in the bathroom down the hall. She ran into the largest stall and locked herself inside. She then began to cry her eyes out; her body raked with sobs.

//sorry i sorta kinda power-played laurel for a second there//

dane grant rayner//eighteen//demon [the sea]

Dane had witnessed the whole entire fight and he only wished he had some popcorn. He also wished that Davina could have seen this. It was amazing, to say the least. He especially liked to watch his princess whoop some ass. He cheered her on the whole time; telling her to go for the throat.

Once the fight was over and the group got detention, he watched as the crowd dispersed and the redhead ran for the bathrooms.

Dane jogged up to Princess and trailed after her as she walked away.

"Hey, Princess." He called out with a tight smile.

When she turned around, he grabbed her hands in his and told her, "You'll come to my room tonight and hang out, okay? Promise?"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned to leave. Though he did turn back around to tell her, "Its B14. See you after class."

The teasing way he said it made it sound like he was joking, but he was very serious. He wanted to be the only guy who ever owned this girl's heart. Way before the angel ever got a chance.

On his way down the hall and through the cluster of people, he heard everyone talking about a party. Apparently news had spread about Vera and friends throwing one. Maybe after Dane hung out with his princess, he'd take her to the party. They'd have to see how everything played out.

//sorry these are short. i'm building my muse back up for this thread.//