Posts by jollyjoey

@L E X A ok it has been created! I am so sorry for the long wait! I haven't written a starter yet. Feel free to begin if you would like, as I might be going out soon, but if you would rather wait I will start as soon as possible!

(no its okay! my muse is pretty bad today too)

David frowned, worry bubbling inside him. Something seemed to be seriously wrong with this guy. One minute he knew exactly what he was doing, the next he didn't even know where he was. David really didn't know what was happening, but something told him that he should trust Alexander and listen to what he was saying. He was about to move closer to ask more questions and maybe comfort the man, but he soon received a kick to the stomach that left him so winded he barely heard the boy's next words.

"Advisors?" He muttered, but he couldn't get another word out before the loud, wailing sirens of the police cars that had just arrived overloaded his senses. He gritted his teeth, eyes scrunched closed and head pounding painfully. By the time he recovered and had processed everything that had just happened, Alexander was gone. He swore under his breath and lifted his head, just in time to see the man disappear through the exit of the park.

Muttering curses, he instantly initiated a chase, dodging the young children and parents that were quickly hurrying out of the way, letting out gasps and yells of awe. He ignored them and instead focused on the silhouette of Alexander, making sure that he didn't lose him in the crowds. He focused hard on the way the ground felt beneath his feet, how he could feel the wind rushing past him, and felt himself speeding up.

"Wait!" He called out, his voice lower than it normally was so that no one would recognise him. "Stop running!" He panted and paused in his yelling for a couple of seconds to regain his breath. They had moved into a less crowded area now, where the streets were more secluded. David could see by the passing signs that they were on their way to the docks. "I can help you, but I need your help in return!"

Everything was hazy when Kara finally felt the hands release her throat. It was as if she had been yanked out of the depths of a light, restless sleep. Her eyes snapped open as she desperately gasped for air, her own softer hands moving up to trace the skin where pressure had been applied. Faintly, in the background, she could hear scuffling, presumably between the criminal and whoever saved her.

...Who saved her?

Her question was answered when a face appeared in front of her, extending a hand. It was the woman, the hero, who had been fighting the other criminals. Kara's eyes darted towards the bag of money, then back to the woman's hand. Her father needed money. But she still hadn't found anyone for him to experiment on... Maybe this woman could be the one. After all, she seemed skilled in combat. Of course, there was the fire aspect, too. A person able to manipulate fire could be extremely useful to her father's team.

Drawn from her deep thoughts when she realised she had been staring at the stranger for several seconds, she gently took the hand and struggled to stand. She had to act normal, at least. Social interactions were normal, even if they didn't feel like it to Kara.

"I'm fine," she replied, voice hoarse from both lack of use and her near strangulation. "Thank you." It was quiet for a moment, and Kara watched as the crowd that had gathered to watch the incident began to diminish. She moved her dark gaze back to the woman, examining her carefully. "Who are you?" It was important to gain as much as information as she possibly could, without revealing any about herself. That could prove to be difficult, especially when you're talking to a superhero.

|| Aaron Velmont ||

No matter how many social events he attended, Aaron could never get through one without at least a couple of very strong drinks. It didn't matter what the event was for. They were always the same; young girls hopelessly chasing him, flirting with him in the hopes that they would be the one to finally woo the young prince of Velmont. It was almost terribly depressing how many women had slapped him, offended, for hastily refusing their amorous advances. Frankly, Aaron was sick of it. Still, he endured it - after all, in order to succeed his father as king, Aaron needed to maintain his family's legacy by marrying a beautiful wife and having beautiful children and, therefore, a beautiful life.

And, unfortunately, tonight was the night that would all begin for him.

"Aaron, dear," a smooth, full voice addressed him, just as he had poured himself some whiskey. Soft hands gently rested themselves on his shoulders and he sighed quietly, turning to see his mother's warm, round face smiling back at him. "Now, you know I have told you many times not to drink that in public," she scolded him, though no real anger was present in her voice as she took the drink from him and placed it back on the buffet table of fancy foods and expensive alcohol. "The princess has arrived. She'll be here soon, so make yourself presentable."

Aaron felt his stomach plummet, but he didn't argue. He simply watched his mother smile again, slightly sadly, before she disappeared to speak to other guests. As soon as she was gone, he turned back to the table and downed his drink. After all, if this girl was like any of the others, he would need it. Anxiously scanning the crowds of people, he tried to search for one of the castle's maids, Scarlet, who he regularly spoke to whenever he visited the stables - one of his only true friends, he'd say.

|| Aaron Velmont ||

A hush fell over the crowded room, and Aaron knew that everyone was eagerly awaiting the princess. While many upper-class people filled the banquet hall, Aaron could only guess how many lower-class civilians were milling around outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the princess as she entered the castle; hoping to catch a glimpse of history in the making, maybe. Aaron felt bad knowing he would crush their high hopes within a few hours. Still, he played the part, albeit unwillingly, and made his way through the kingdom to greet his future almost-wife.

When he reached the entrance where the princess and her personal guard were waiting, Aaron instantly felt overexposed. He could feel the curious and impatient stares of the people burning on his skin, but he simply ignored it and painted on a charming smile. Though only for a second, relief flooded through him and his fake smile morphed into a real one when Scarlet whispered to him. "Thanks," he murmured in reply, glancing towards where his mother and father were watching. They seemed confused, as if wondering why their son was bothering to talk to a maid at a time like this. He smiled apologetically at the girl before advancing towards the princess.

"Welcome, Princess Alicea," he greeted formally; it would be easier to dismiss her if they didn't get too familiar. He then bowed, kissing her hand. Some of the girls in the surrounding crowd seemed to swoon at the action, but it only made Aaron sick. "How was your journey?" He asked politely, his gaze flitting over to her guard for a moment, before back to her. "Not too exhausting, I hope."

(ahh thanks! sorry i take so long to reply, and my replies are pretty short :/)

As soon as Alexander stopped running, David also came to a halt. He wasn't as out of breath as the other man, as his body was capable of running long distances at a high speed without tiring. Still, he took a few moments to breathe and take in the other's words. He glanced around cautiously, in case anyone was watching. A group of boatsmen further down the dock were staring curiously, but other than that, the area was fairly secluded. David returned his attention to Alexander.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he replied, softer, as he began to inch closer, his hands once again raised in surrender to show he wasn't holding a weapon or preparing to attack. "I know you're scared," he reasoned carefully. "I am too." He paused for a moment, trying to figure out the right words to say without further agitating the boy. "Let's just talk, alright? You're human, I'm human." An awkward moment passed. "Well, kind of. I'm more like a super-human. But still ultimately human." The word 'human' began to sound strange to David, so he went on. "I promise, I won't hurt you. I just need -"

He cut off when the boy began to violently cough, worried, before he continued once more. "I just need to know some information," he explained, voice low but calming. "Is that okay?

|| Aaron Velmont ||

"Everything is well," he replied simply, holding out an arm for her to clasp as they began to make their way through the castle to the banquet hall. Aaron was already craving another drink; hopefully they could get this over with soon. He had a distinct feeling that Giselle wasn't particularly interested in courting him either, judging by the closed off tone of her voice and her stiff actions. "The King and Queen are delighted to meet you," he continued, glancing once more at the guard that followed them, examining him for a couple of seconds. Of course, he was used to being followed almost every minute of the day, but many of the guards of the Velmont family were older than this man appeared to be. It was refreshing, to say the least. And he wasn't bad looking, either.

"To warn you before this gets too dramatic," he started as they entered the hall where everyone ogled them, voice low under the murmuring of the crowd, "I'm not interested in any type of relationship with you." He paused, frowning lightly as they neared the buffet. "Well, maybe a friendship. Unless you already hate me." He offered a cup towards the pair of foreigners. "Wine, either of you?"

David could faintly hear scuffling in the distance and a tiny flame of hope sparked in his chest. Maybe the android, whoever they were, was strong enough and smart enough to escape before getting harmed. His hope quickly died when everything fell silent. It was unnerving, and David could feel bile rising in his throat when he heard the discouraging sound of plastic being dragged along the cement floor. Within minutes, the two androids reappeared in front of his cell once more. They opened the shipping container opposite his, tapping in a four-digit code. David instantly scrambled forward, but he only caught the final number. 5.

Unceremoniously tossing the mysterious android into the cell, the pair of androids locked the door and disappeared. Probably to tend to whatever sick desires H.E. has. David sat there for a moment, still attempting to recover from the electric shocks he had previously received. It was common to hear agonised screams like his own echoing through the warehouse everyday, whenever a human misbehaved. David knew that the only way to avoid the pain was to be obedient (like an android), but he refused to give in that easily.

After a few minutes of deep breathing, he crawled towards the entrance of his shipping container, where bars had been put in to prevent prisoners from escaping. He rose to his knees, trying to look into the opposite container, but the android was lying at such an angle that David couldn't tell if it was okay. Androids don't feel pain, idiot. Though, after his time in this place, he wasn't so sure anymore.

"Hello?" He murmured lowly, wary of anyone else hearing. A few of the other humans positioned within view of his cell had awoken to the noise, but they simply watched him blankly, knowing deep down that there was no point in rebelling. Those were the ones that had been there for a couple of months at least. Others stared at him with fear in their eyes, as if begging him to shut up. The other androids watched curiously, but quietly. "Can you hear me?"

|| Aaron Velmont ||

Tonnes of pressure that had previously been weighing down on Aaron's shoulders suddenly dissipated at her words of agreement. Thank God, this wouldn't end in an embarrassing public argument and multiple rumours spreading around town for the next couple of weeks. "Perfect," he grinned charmingly before taking a sip of his own drink.

Unfortunately, his uneasiness returned at her next question. He averted his gaze, instead eyeing his parents across the room. "Why, I'm waiting for the prettiest girl in the land to come and steal my heart, of course," he joked, though his smile was tight. "Unfortunately, you aren't really my type," he teased, as if they had been friends for years, hoping to deflect from the real answer that he couldn't reveal. "And you? Is there no man alive to your liking?"

(no no its fine, youre much faster than me)

David squinted through the darkness when there was no reply, hearing shuffling coming from the cell of the android. The machine began to move, slowly, and David figured that the android had only just regained consciousness (well, as much consciousness as an android could possibly have). The dim, turquoise glow of the android's LED was the only assistance David received in making out any of its features.

From what David could see as the android shifted to lean against the wall of its shipping container, it seemed young (did androids age?), maybe David's age or a bit older. It seemed stressed, judging by the downward curl of its lips and the furrow in its brow, which was unusual. While David didn't have much experience with androids, except in his time at law school, he knew that most androids didn't experience emotion. Most.

His heart skipped a beat when the LED flashed red for a moment. That couldn't possibly mean anything good. He could feel his own heart rate steadily rise as he watched the android fidget, uneasy. He almost felt bad for it. Don't feel bad, they're just machines.

Then, the movement stopped, and relief flooded through David at the soft reply. The voice was almost monotone, though David could easily hear a sense of confusion and strain within it.

"I'm not sure, exactly," he answered truthfully, pausing for a moment to listen for any movement outside the cells. "But it's nothing good," he concluded for then, unsure of how much information to divulge in the stranger. After all, he had been in the warehouse for a month already, and within that time he had quickly learned that you can't trust anyone. "Are you okay?" He settled on asking, leaning as close as possible to the bars to get a better look.

(sorry this was crap im exhausted)

|| Aaron Velmont ||

The prince listened while the guard spoke, scrutinising the man's face which was, surprisingly, very handsome. He hadn't had a proper chance to examine him fully until now, and part of him was glad that he did. The other part hated himself. Lost in thought, Aaron only caught the final few words of the guard's sentence. "Is that so?" He smirked as he admired the man's smile before taking another sip of wine.

Confusion washed over him at the princess' next words, and he smiled awkwardly, though it was clear he was trying to figure out what she meant. Was she...? No, it must have been a mistake; a slip of the tongue. Thankfully, he was saved from replying when he nervously glanced around to find a familiar face across the table. "Scarlet," he grinned, gesturing for her to come over to the small group. "What are you doing here? I thought you only worked the stables," he inquired curiously. "Not that I'm complaining, of course," he added, smiling back at the two foreigners. "This is my friend, Scarlet. She works as a maid of the Velmont family."

(ooc: sorry for the wacky timing of my replies! i live in australia so my timezone is pretty weird)

ahhh she's great! gotta love ariana. i'll try and get a starter done within the next couple of hours :)

It was quiet for a bit after David asked the question, and he couldn't help but worry. Sure, it wasn't his responsibility to make sure the android was okay, but he couldn't help it. It was in his nature to worry about and care for others. Not to mention, this android could be useful. So far, only a few humans had tried to escape, to no avail; the androids didn't bother. Despite that, something told David not to dismiss this one.

He smiled softly at the reply, relieved. Maybe androids didn't feel pain, but it was nice to know that this one was still in one piece and able to function. David didn't know how he would feel if all he could see opposite his cell was a limp piece of machinery. Probably a lot less hopeful, and definitely lonely. Well, lonelier than he already was.

"That's good," he murmured quietly, though it was directed more to himself than to the android. Androids didn't need comfort, after all. Did they? David watched the machine's eyes flicker around the room, observing the other cells. He sincerely hoped that the dull, dejected stares of the other prisoners didn't creep it out as much as it creeped him out.

As he listened to the android's question, he shifted from his knees, instead moving to sit against the wall. Between the mentally taxing experiments, agonising punishments and lack of sleep or sustainable food, his body was weak. Still, he continued to interact with the stranger. A couple of the surrounding prisoners were getting bored, and returned to whatever they were doing before the whole commotion. Other prisoners watched carefully, eyes wide.

"I don't know," he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers and staring down at his lap before moving his gaze back to the android. "Maybe a couple of weeks, maybe a month. It's hard to keep track of time in here," he added. The silence returned. David couldn't stand it. Not after being so quiet for so long. "Who are you?"

David warily watched Alexander, unsure if he should feel worried or relieved that the man was suddenly confused and not intent on murdering him. Probably relieved, you idiot. Still, he couldn't help but feel anxious. Nothing seemed right about this situation, and David had a sinking feeling that Alexander was more involved in David's life than he thought, despite the man's apparent uncertainty. He carefully examined the boy as he began to ramble, voice still raspy from lack of air. He quickly realised that prying Alexander for information would be useless, so he decided to settle on an explanation.

He was about to begin talking when the other male removed his mask, revealing his entire face. He was rather handsome, David realised, though he shut that train of thought down as soon as it started. There was no time for that right now, especially with a guy who had just attempted to kill him. Alexander seemed on the verge of a panic attack, though. He couldn't just do nothing. David glanced around the docks; most of the boatsmen had returned to their duties, probably thinking they were just a pair of arguing friends. Ensuring that no one was watching, he knelt down before the other and gently removed his own mask. At first, a surge of anxiety coursed through him. He wasn't supposed to reveal his identity to anyone. But Alexander already seemed to know, deep down, so he forced himself to breathe as he made eye contact with the boy.

"See?" David sent the other a small, nervous smile. "Human." He frowned slightly for a moment, unsure of how to explain what happened to him. "I was taken. And when I came back, I had powers," he said, straight to the point. "You said something about your advisors," he started slowly. "Who are they?"

katrine "kitty" louise velmont

Over the course of the relationship between vampires and humans, things have not always been great.

For hundreds of years, Blutkreaturen Boarding School had been the only form of long-term education for young vampires in the states. After all, vampires were not believed to exist for many years and once they were, they were not accepted. They were feared. Still, the earth continued to turn and, eventually, more schools were founded all around the world, specifically for the education of the mortal creatures. However, neither schools for humans nor schools for vampires had ever considered integrating the two species. Until now.

Of course, the only school able to accomplish such an influential operation would be the Blutkreaturen Boarding School.

Katrine Velmont had attended the school ever since she was twelve. She was born into a long line of vampires, so it was no surprise when she was sent there to receive her education; her family was one of the most prestigious in the community. However, this wasn't the only source of her garnered respect. The rest, she earned for herself. In fact, her high status and persuasive words were part of the reason the school decided to incorporate humans into their program in the first place.

So, as anyone could imagine, she was quite intrigued when the first group of humans transferred to the college. There she sat in the office, awaiting their arrival. While she was definitely interested in how they would fare at the school, she could instantly tell that not everyone was as excited as she was. Some were disgruntled, as if bothered that the humans would interfere with their daily routine. Others were disapproving, their eyes narrowed at the thought. Katrine, however, sat patiently and coolly, their questions and expectations pushed to the back of her mind.

Kara raised an eyebrow at the strange name. Dragoness? Was that really the best they could come up with? Her confusion was only furthered when the superhero struck a pose to the crowd, as if searching for applause. This woman really was odd, though Kara didn't voice that thought aloud. She may not have had much social interaction with strangers before, but she knew that insulting them was not the way to get answers from them.

"I'd like to ask some questions," she said hastily, worried that the woman would leave before she could get more information. She paused for a moment, thinking, before she decided to stick to the basics. She didn't want to seem too invasive. "How did you get your powers?" she asked, genuinely curious, though she played it off as a simple passing thought. Maybe her father could learn a thing or two from this woman's abilities. But maybe they could do one better and recruit her. "And why do you show off so much?"

She froze, realising how rude those words may have sounded. A light blush began to flush her tan cheeks, but she forced it away. "I mean, why do you interact with the public so much?"

(sorry this is so short, i had to take my nan back to her house when shes not well so i was kind of distracted when i wrote this)

|| Aaron Velmont ||

The prince smiled softly while Scarlet interacted with the princess and her guard. It was nice to know that they didn't view the maid as inferior because of her position, like many of the upper-class citizens did, including his own family. He absolutely despised the strange, disapproving looks she received whenever they spoke. From the minute Aaron first met Scarlet, he knew that she had the most kind-hearted and pure soul of anyone he had ever known. Still, not everyone could see her the way he did. A distant part of his brain thinks that if he had to choose a girl to wed, it would be her.

"Of course," Aaron agreed, even as he eyed the man waiting beside the princess, unsure. Did he follow her everywhere? Were they allowed a few minutes alone? Hopefully them disappearing together wouldn't cause any rumours. Still, he held out his arm for her to take once more and quickly bid the guard and Scarlet farewell, before he began to lead the princess through the room to the more secluded hallways of the castle. "What is it you would like to discuss?" He inquired politely as they made their way to the guest bedchambers.

David watched Alexander carefully as he seemed to adjust to the change, and tried not to flinch when his fingers brushed against his cheek. Of course, he didn't seem to be a danger to David anymore, but anything could happen; obviously, Alexander wasn't in a completely stable condition. That meant that neither of them were safe until they got to the bottom of this and found some answers.

Once again, he hesitated to reveal his name at first, but then quickly remembered that the other probably already knew his identity. "David Miller," he answered calmly, offering a genuine smile in an attempt to further relax the other boy. After all, he didn't want him to freak out again. David didn't think that either of them wanted a repeat fight and chase scene. That would only attract more unwanted attention, which David definitely didn't want when he didn't have his mask on.

"They taught you to fight?" David frowned; that didn't seem morally correct, especially when Alexander looked so young and scared. "Why? Do you remember any of their names?" He inquired further, hoping to receive as much information as possible without stressing the other male out.

David lazily watched as the android continued to observe its surroundings. He had done the same thing when he had first been captured, to no avail. Any chances of escape were slim, and it hadn't taken him long to realise that. With the time he had spent in the warehouse so far, he had only managed to gather some minor clues to where he was and what was happening.

The android seemed disappointed with his answer, as David could tell by its sinking demeanour and yellow-flashing LED. He vaguely wondered what that meant, exactly. As a law student, he didn't really learn much about the biomechanics of an android. David figured it was a lot more complicated than he could ever fathom, so he didn't even bother to try to understand it. The android was stressed. That was the only thing he needed to understand.

The android's obvious discontent almost made David feel guilty, like he was the reason the machine had ended up where it was. Of course, he knew that wasn't true, but the android seemed to be searching for as much information as possible, and David felt bad for denying it that.

No, not it. Connor. David shrugged slightly, uncomfortable. Was he meant to treat it like a human or a machine? He didn't have a lot of experience with androids. Obviously, it's not like it would be offended (androids don't have feelings), but David would feel extremely rude if he treated it as inferior. No, not it. Connor.

"Uh, I'm David," he replied, offering a small, tired smile, even though the android (Connor) probably couldn't see it through the darkness. It was definitely distracted, anyway; its movements had increased in speed, as if it had just had a miniature breakthrough. "David Miller."

David continued to watch quietly for a few more seconds before a curious frown graced his features. "You weren't taken from somewhere else," he pointed out, confused. "Why were you here, at night?"

David watched as Connor slumped against the wall of his cell, dejected. He felt a strong sense of empathy towards the other; after all, he knew what it was like, to feel so dispirited and hopeless. He knew what it was like to feel as though there was no possible way out. He had gone through it himself, and had seen other prisoners go through the same emotional process.

For a moment, David thought back to his kidnapping. It seemed so long ago, that he had been walking through the streets at night, alone and unaware. Looking back, it almost seemed like a movie. A white van, slowly cruising down the street behind him as he wandered along the sidewalk, lost in his thoughts. He should have seen it, but he didn't. David wondered how similar the stories of the other humans and androids were.

Drawn from his dark thoughts, David honed in on the other's reply. Investigating a potential lead? David's brow furrowed even further as he listened, trying to put everything together. So, this android - Connor - was on the police force, and had been sent to investigate the warehouse on the grounds of suspicious activity. That meant David could trust him, right? He could be helpful in the future. Otherwise, he didn't really have a choice.

Unsure of how to reply, David let silence fall for a minute. He couldn't decide if it was peaceful or eerie; he was so used to the distant screams and whimpers of his inmates, or the soft sizzling of electricity as someone was being punished.

"Someone knows you're here, right?" He asked quietly, lifting his gaze to examine the android. While his voice remained fairly neutral, it was clear that he was becoming more anxious with every passing second. "You'll be reported as missing, and someone will come looking for you," he rambled nervously. "Androids have trackers, don't they? Can't they just trace the location or something?" Deep down, David knew it wasn't possible. From what he had gathered so far, each kidnapped android had gotten their trackers disabled within their first few hours in the warehouse. Still, he couldn't help but hope for the best. Maybe they would forget to disable Connor's tracker?