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Nathaniel Grayson

Nate couldn’t help but stare in disbelief at the way Kaz threw his drink back so effortlessly. He didn’t exactly have the best relationship with alcohol – To put it lightly, the blonde was a total and utter lightweight. It was embarrassingly really, how little alcohol he needed to get plastered. Normally he would nurse his drink over the course of an hour, but he felt a perverse need to impress the shorter man, and so he copied his movement without thinking, throwing his drink back. Grimacing, he let out a small cough as it burnt his throat. As the music grew, he watched over his shoulder as the crowd danced and jumped, a part of him wishing to join them.

“My stature?” He arched a brow at the man next to him as his attention was caught once more by Kaz, shifting closer to him to hear him over the band. Realising what he meant, he couldn’t help the light blush that crept onto his cheeks. Trying to avoid answering the question he didn’t really know the answer to, he beckoned the bartender once more and brought another round of drinks. “If I’m a hundred percent honest, I have no clue.” He admitted as he paid, feeling the shorter male’s gaze on him which he met as he turned towards him as he spoke. “I have no idea why I am here. I-I heard about it from some people at uni and I felt like I had to come – Is that crazy? It’s crazy, right?” Whether it was from the alcohol already hitting his bloodstream or because Kaz felt so open, he couldn’t stop talking. It was like the floodgates had suddenly swung open. “I have always wanted to experience this type of stuff and I was never allowed to because, well, if you met my parents you would understand and I just moved near here, so I thought what better time than now but obviously that was a dumb idea.” A low bitter chuckle escaped the tall man’s lips as he rolled his eyes at his own stupidity for coming to the concert where he definitely did not belong. Quickly, he realised he had basically just word-vomited all over the innocent man who done nothing but asked why he was here. Embarrassment washed over Nate, threatening to overwhelm him. He should have just left – Better yet, he should have never came in the first place. He took a gulp of his whiskey to calm his nerves, staring down at the amber liquid so he wouldn’t have to see the undoubtedly uncomfortable expression on Kaz’s face. Well, there went that potential friend.

William O'Reilly

“Also, why was I immediately blamed?” William raised an eyebrow as he stood on the dock looking up at the tanned woman who rolled her eyes. “Because it’s always you.” came the retort from above, sending the other men into another bout of laughter. He scowled. He had no response to that. It was true. Out of all the crew, it was generally him who got into trouble when they reached port. It was a running joke among the group that he could manage to get into mischief in a nunnery.

Some of the crew strolled confidently aboard the ship while others tried to herd the women on board. The woman offered her hand to some of the ladies, helping them step over the ledge and onto the deck of the pirate ship. The men on board immediately went to work packing things away and getting the ship ready to set sail as soon as the others who were left behind joined them.

Noticing that the brunette had faltered and looked hesitant to continue, Will placed his hand on the small of her back, giving her a gentle, encouraging push forward towards the gangway, “Go on, love, the ship doesn’t bite.” He spoke quietly to her, doing his best to take on a comforting tone. He really wasn’t used to being this soft but he could see that she, and the other women, had had enough of hard, uncaring men. Unfortunately, the woman from earlier didn’t seem to share the same idea. “Come on, we ain’t got all night.” She abruptly called down to the timid girl, giving her a look that told her to hurry the hell up, but still offered her hand out for her to take.

((Sorry this is so rough!))

Alec Jennings

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*:･ﾟ✦ Alexander Jennings —— Dying is easy young man, living is harder *:･ﾟ✦

[size=8]NAME -- Alexander Jennings

NICKNAMES -- Alec which he normally goes by.

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH -- Looks 20 but is 123, born December 31^st 1898

GENDER -- Male

SEXUALITY -- Bisexual, heteromantic

FACE CLAIM -- Christopher Wood

MBTI TYPE -- ISTP

TEMPERAMENT -- Loyal to no end, Alec will not back down from a challenge. Once he sets his mind to something he will not stop until he achieves it. He can be overly confident at times – Being an immortal being will do that to you. He doesn’t like being told what to do and will often do the opposite just out of spite. He is impatient at times, unable to bring himself to care about trivial things, and can be brutally honest, even if its not what the other person wants to hear. If you matter to him, he will do anything for you. He is quite charming which he uses to get what he wants and is a bit of a flirt, though can get jealous and possessive if the one he loves is with other men.

MORAL ALIGNMENT -- Chaotic Neutral

— positive traits loyal | determined | affectionate | intelligent | confident | honest | reliable | charming

— negative traits, impatient |cocky | jealous | stubborn | judgmental | rebellious

HEADCANONS –

- Was an English soldier in WW1

- He was dying on the battlefield when his friend who he didn’t know was a vampire found him and turned him

- Thinks the 1920s is the best decade

- Listens to jazz music

- Can’t help but judge modern society

- Is still impressed by how far technology has come

- Enlisted in the army when he was 17

- ‘Died’ three weeks before the end of the war because he wanted to serve his country

- Became disillusioned after seeing how innocent men died for a government who didn’t care for them

- Father passed when he was very young, grew up the youngest child

- Subtly checks in on his sisters’ great great grandchildren now and then

- Misses a lot about being human but is grateful for his life

- Met a girl in 1926 who he fell in love with but she refused to turn into a vampire, and passed away in a car accident in 1930

- Turned his emotions off around the time his girlfriend died and didn't turn them back on again until 1960

Hope he is all good! I'll get a reply post done up soon and add it to this post

Love it!

I can see Sebastian definitely having a thing for Anastasia that would be a slow-burn. Maybe one night he has a breakdown and she is the only one he can call? I can see him letting her see his softer side at one point and her being like oh shit maybe he isn't a heartless monster after all! And everyone thinks he is only getting close with her to annoy Ashton?? Which would definitely be a plus in his eyes

I think Delilah would be good friends with Lucas, they are similiar and both don't like rich kids lmao

Delilah Harrison | 16 | Sophomore

Friends: Lainey definitely! jacksonwhittmore I would love to see her get dragged around out of her comfort zone, and because she hangs around Lainey she would become friends with Cassandra SUGAR. Would love to see her and Lucas team up to talk shit about rich kids lmao Maybe even eventual friends with Lilith Wolfiee ??

Romantic : I am 100% down for a love triangle between her, Ashton and Griffin!!

Rivalries: I would love for her to get involved in some drama ngl maybe she bumps heads with Julia or Anastasia? I can see her and Griffin fighting of course! I was also thinking maybe since Ryder and her both grew up in Brooklyn, and he has had a troublemaker past like her, they could have run in the same circles but have had negative experiences with each other?

Sebastian Phillips II | 16 | Sophomore | Half-brother is open to be played

Friends: Alexander but maybe their friendship starts to sour when Alex realizes he has feelings for Lainey. I can see Sebby getting along with Lilith, both party people Wolfiee He would classify Griffin as a friend as he wouldn't understand what the big deal was and would want things to go back the way they were before they had their fling?

Romantic: Sebastian would flirt with everyone. He would be into Lainey to start with but view her just as another fling, maybe he could have fling with Vaughn? But ultimately, I see him having a thing for Anastasia and trying to mend his bad-boy ways to make her see he is serious

Rivalries: I have a feeling this is going to be long lmao. Ashton would be his sworn enemy, absolutely. I can see Alexander become one but maybe after Sebastian moves on from Lainey their friendship can be repaired. He wouldn't like Tate or Ryder, and definitely not Lucas. I think him and Ryder would definitely have fights over Anastasia. I'm really not sure where Damien would fall Majestic Whether he would like him or hate him?

William O'Reilly

As the girl flinched, Will regretted touching her and backed off some more, it obviously made her feel uncomfortable. He was trying to restrain his usual affectionate nature that made him oblivious to people’s personal space but could tell he still had fair ways to go until he succeeded. Despite that, he couldn’t help but feel pleased as the girl made conversation that wasn’t about what was going to happen next, smirking at her as his eyes drifted to where she motioned. “Scheana? Oh, always. Don’t worry, she’ll settle down, she’s just not used to not being the prettiest girl on board.” The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. That was another thing that often got him into trouble. The dark haired boy couldn’t help but flirt with almost everyone he came across. It had left him with a few black eyes from angry partners.

The moment he stepped aboard; he gave a contented sigh. Home sweet home. Everytime he stood aboard the ship, his certainty that this was where he was meant to be grew. Waves knocking the ship around lightly, the expanse of the ocean stretched before them. It was perfect. Honestly, he felt more comfortable on the water than he did on land. “Ivan, see to the girls first.” Will called out to the older pirate who nodded and disappeared down the stairs leading to the lower decks, returning briefly after with what appeared to be a shabbily put together medical kit and starting to approach the girls with offers of treatment for their wounds.

After convincing the crew member who was holding him that he would be fine by himself, he pulled away and walked unsteadily towards the starboard side of the ship where he leaned against the railing, hand still clutching his aching side as he stared out at the dark ocean, the light of the moon reflecting on it’s surface. The call for adventure beckoned him – He was already restless and ready to move on to their next exciting, unknown destination. As soon as they dropped off the noble girls, of course.

((I was listening to some P!atd and this just reminded me of Nate about Kaz and wanting to be like him))

Nathaniel Grayson

Nathaniel looked up from his glass and stared at the shorter man in bewilderment. He didn’t seem like he was put off by his rambling or the overload of information he hadn’t asked for, in fact he seemed.. fine with it? It came as a shock to the blonde. Anyone else he knew would have made a hasty retreat – It had happened before, unfortunately. Kazmir was completely different from anyone he had ever known. The two boys couldn’t be any more different if they tried – Kaz was reckless, uninhibited, free while Nate would describe himself as the complete opposite; timid, anxious, bound.

Blue-green eyes widened as his new potential friend suggested joining the crowd. Oh no. Nate didn’t dance or ‘moshed’ or whatever it was called. He was about to protest when Kaz’s words echoed in his mind. Watching how joyous and carefree the shorter male was, it was hard to say no. And so, he quickly finished the last of his drink, ignoring the burn which didn’t seem as bad this time around, and followed after the energetic boy like a moth to a flame, coming to stand beside him after making his way through the crowd. He was out of his element but determined to give it a shot. The alcohol begun to work it’s magic, loosening him up and freeing his inhibitions, or maybe it was just the weird effect that Kaz seemed to have on him. Either way, he was going to make the most of his time here, vowing to just say yes to whatever Kaz suggested. Sober Nate could deal with the repercussions in the morning.

“I don’t know what to do.” Nathaniel leant down a little to speak to the man next to him, trying to be heard over the people talking excitedly nearby, but straightened once more as he remembered how Kazmir seemed kinda sensitive about his height. He didn’t want to offend him by looking like he was talking down to him.

William O'Reilly

William was in a world of his own, captivated by the waves distorting the reflection of the moon. A few clouds gathered in the sky above, but it didn’t look like they would be having a storm thankfully. As much as he loved being on the open seas, he couldn’t handle storms. Not only were they dangerous to sail in but they brought too many painful memories – Memories that he did his best to forget. An image of his parents popped into his mind and he couldn’t help but fiddle with the silver ring on his left hand. It was simple and plain, not like the jewellery of nobles, but had the O’Reilly family crest imprinted on its surface, a reminder of all that he loved and had lost. He dreamed of one day returning to his mother when he was a Captain of his own vessel, with riches and fantastical tales of adventure to shower her in. It had pained him greatly to leave her but the thought of never being on the ocean again had been too much to bear.

The pirate was stirred from his thought as a soft voice spoke to him. He tore his eyes from the sea, turning to see that it was the brunette. Bright blue eyes observed her fully, from the way she clutched at the railing, to the way she tried to hide what she was feeling and the distance between them. “Don’t thank me. Anybody would have done it. It was nothing.” He shrugged off her thanks nonchalantly, about to turn back to the ocean when he realized that he had no idea what her name was. “We didn’t get much time to introduce ourselves earlier. The name is William O’Reilly.” Will stuck out his hand towards her for a handshake, a friendly smile gracing his features. It would be nice to finally put a name to the girl. “We’ll be on our way soon, and you’ll be back with your parents .. or husband, shortly.” He murmured to the girl, eyes drifting down to her hands to try and catch a sight of a wedding band.

A sudden increase of noise caught his attention, looking over his shoulder to see that it was the crew who had been fighting the raiders arriving back. None of them look too injured, a few cuts and what looked to be bruises forming, but it appeared he had received the worse of it. Scheana approached one, talking quietly and shooting a glance every now and then over at Will and his female companion, before nodding and bounding up the small steps to the upper deck where she stood behind the ship’s wheel. “Alright, let’s sail out, boys.” Her voice rang out across the ship, setting off the usual commotion of people rushing to their posts, the sounds of the sails unraveling and grunts from the crew as they worked to pull up the anchor filling the air. One of the crew concerned himself with coils of rope that soon released the blood-red pirates flag which blew steadily in the sea breeze above the ship as it began to pull away from dock. William couldn’t help but grin at the sight and looked at the girl beside him to gauge her reaction as he spoke, “Welcome aboard the Sea Bitch, love.”

Alec Jennings | 123 years old | Male | Vampire

The young man strolled into the house as if he owned the place, pausing to look at the people crowding around, a scowl gracing his features. This was the last place he wanted to be, in this crowded house, terrible music blasting out so loud that it shook the walls, with too many scents that threatened to overwhelm him. The sooner he was out of here, the better. His gaze wandered over to a group of girls, dancing the night away in their temptingly short dresses. If it had been a year ago, he would have joined them – Felt the warmth of their skin against his as they danced up against him, taken them home for a night of pleasure, embraced their touch, letting himself forget what he was in a moment of passion- but tonight he was here for one woman only.

Pulling his dark coat tighter against him as if it could fend off straying hands, Alec ignored the women who beckoned him and continued to make his way through the throng of people. It was tempting to just fling them out of his way. Through a break in the crowd, he spotted her draped against the wall like a bored goddess. Dark eyes took in her figure, traveling the length of her body, from her legs to those lips and eyes that drove him crazy. She looked good. She always did. If his heart still worked, he swore it would have skipped a beat. This was the woman he loved - the woman who had left him without warning in the middle of the night four months ago. Emilie. His body was alight with nerves; a feeling Alec wasn’t familiar with. Deciding that he had had enough of this chase, he moved like a predator stalking it’s prey through the mass of people, keeping his eyes trained on her. He had lost sight of her once – He wasn’t about to make the same mistake. As he approached her, the scowl transforming into a satisfied smirk, a singular thought entered his mind.

Caught you.

ugh i love all of these ideas! so excited for this thread

Arthur Morgan I watched the kermit and elmo video and died laughing its perfect I feel like they could become friends after awhile and i could see if Jorah's brothers turned up and Sebastian knew what they did he would 100% punch them jorah is the mum seb is the kid Same here

((Praise be to Panic! for blessing us with Nate's theme lmao)

Nathaniel Grayson

Kaz made it sound so much simpler than it was, at least for Nate. He had always had trouble getting out of his own head and just moving his body to the music. Somehow, he doubted Kaz ever had that problem, the other boy seemed like he was good at just enjoying himself without fear of looking stupid. He watched his friend get lost in the music, looking like he knew exactly what to do, and so Nate decided to just copy what he was doing and hope for the best. Luckily, by the time the band had finished greeting the ecstatic crowd and the music had started, the whiskey had well and truly set in. It had completely numbed the pain in his hand.

It wasn’t long until the blonde was jumping along with the crowd, dancing without a care in the world and even singing along to some of the lyrics that he managed to pick up. Sober Nate may not dance but there was nothing Drunk Nate loved more – Except probably more alcohol. As he watched someone dive from the stage into the crowd he couldn’t help but let out a cheer as they were carried over the top of them. It looked so cool that he was tempted to give it a go but quickly got caught up in jumping along with everyone else. He was so lost in the song that he had almost missed what the shorter male said. “This is the best!” He shouted back with a grin, wrapping an arm around the other’s shoulders as he continued to jump and dance around. Nate couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy in years ... or ever, really. Despite almost getting killed by two assholes, tonight would go down as the best nights of his life and he had even made a new friend out of it.

Leaning in to speak to Kaz, he paused and looked to where the other boy was staring. A group of people were shoving and jumping around but it didn’t look like it was an actual fight. Nate vaguely remembered reading that this type of thing happened at concerts. Normally most pits would have sent him running but the blonde thought fuck it. He had made a promise to himself to say yes to anything. “Do you want to go in?” He arched an inquisitive brow at Kaz but didn’t wait for his answer, already making his way through the throng of strangers to join the circle.

William O'Reilly

Her hand felt small and delicate in his as they shook hands. William was surprised at how soft they were; He knew they wouldn’t be rough like his or even the pretty barmaids he entertained himself with, but he was still caught off guard. It just proved that the young woman had never worked a day in her life and was completely out of her depths. She was too fragile to be out here by herself. “Pleasure to meet you, Julianna.” He bent down in a exaggerated bow, playfully smiling at her as he straightened, unable to hide the playful glint in his eyes.

Will wasn’t expecting her to correct him, not thinking that she had it in her. She wasn’t rude about it, but he could see a spark in her that had him rethinking his beliefs on how soft she was. Something told him not to write her off yet. He was a bit puzzled as to how she wasn’t married off yet. It was obvious that she was quite beautiful, even he could tell in the moonlight, and she even admitted that it was the norm for girls of her social status, so why not her? “Lucky me.” He replied with a wink, deciding that it might be a sensitive topic for her and not wanting to push it. “Have you ever been on a ship before? You seemed nervous when you first came aboard.” Will didn’t suspect she had much experience with ships or the ocean for that matter. It was pretty clear from the way she had clutched the railing as if she was worried that she was going to topple over into the murky depths below.

Out of the corner of his eye, William could see the figure of Ivan approaching them. He must have finished up bandaging up the other girls and come to see to Julianna. Before the older pirate could even speak, Will had snatched the bandages and poultice from his hands, shooting him a look that clearly said to leave the two of them alone, as he spoke, “I can do that. Thanks, Ivan.” The grey-haired man stared in confusion at the blue-eyed boy, glancing between him and Julianna before a knowing smile appeared on his face. “Alrighty, don’t strain yourself, Casanova.” He chuckled, giving Will a slap on the shoulder as he walked off.

The dark-haired young man tried to fight the reddening of his cheeks but ultimately lost the fight. “..May I?” He asked of Julianna and gestured to her wrists. The cold medicine would take the burn out of her rope marks and help protect from infection, plus just generally speed up the healing process.

Sebastian Phillips | 16 | Sophmore | Interactions: jacksonwhittmore   SUGAR.

Sebastian had almost slept through the blaring of his alarm, if it had not been for his housekeeper smacking him in the face with one of his pillows. With a groan, he rolled away, trying to shield himself from further attacks as the older woman yelled for him to get his ass out of bed. If it had been anyone else, they would have faced the full, fiery wrath of a pissed off, hung-over Sebastian, but it was Rosa, who had been with his family for as long as he could remember. In a way, he viewed her as a second mother – God knows she was always warmer towards him than Elizabeth Philips ever was. A few moments after she had left the room, he managed to pull himself out of bed, standing unsteadily on his feet as he took the painkiller that Rosa had left him, hoping to relieve the pounding in his head. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea for him to have gone clubbing the night before school, but he wasn’t exactly known for making healthy choices. After showering and readying himself for the day ahead, the dark-haired boy got dressed in his perfectly tailored St. Jude’s uniform, adding a pair of custom Cartier cufflinks that had the Phillips family crest embossed on them, before heading out to the kitchen of the family’s penthouse apartment, to say goodbye to Rosa, ignoring the calls of greeting from his half-brother, and made his way downstairs where his driver was waiting for him in the black limousine. During the ride over to the school, Sebastian busied himself with replying to messages and emails when he noticed he had a voicemail from a number he didn’t recognize.

“Hi Sebastian! It’s me, Hannah, we spent Saturday night together? Well, I had a lot of fun with you and I was thinking that maybe we could hang out again soon-“

Delete.

He wasted no time removing her message from his phone, tossing the device carelessly next to him as he stared out the window, watching the upper east side pass by him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long until his phone buzzed, announcing an incoming call.

“Hey Seb! It’s Hannah again, I thought I would give you a call since it has been a couple of days and I haven’t heard from you so-“

“Look, Anna, we had a fun night but just leave it at that, okay? Besides you’re not really my type.” He cut the girl off, giving an exasperated sigh, clearly not wanting to be having this conversation.

“It’s Hannah, you absolute motherfu-”

Sebastian ended the call and proceeded to block her with a roll of his dark eyes, adding it to the long list of numbers of pissed off flings that he left in his wake as the limo pulled up in front of the commons. Almost as soon as he exited, he was greeted by the usual crowd of boys that gathered around him. They all spoke excitedly about what they had gotten up to during summer break, however, Sebastian couldn’t help zoning out of their conversation as he watched the students milling around, already bored to death, until his gaze finally rested on a girl he was sure hadn’t seen before, despite the odd sense of familiarity she evoked. The girl was almost certainly a freshman or else Sebastian would have definitely known who she was. She was quite pretty with her dirty blonde hair and alluring blue eyes. Her skirt was too short, but Sebastian wasn’t complaining, his eyes sweeping appreciatively over the length of her body. A smirk appeared on his face as he saw her blush which made her somehow even more attractive. His attention was drawn away from the girl by someone asking him if he was going to the Kiss on the Lips party that Anastasia Bass was hosting tonight. “Of course.” He answered, looking towards where the unholy trinity of Constance Schools for Girls stood, and made his way over to the girls after excusing himself from his group.

“Ladies, how are we?” Sebastian greeted the trio as he swaggered up to them, placing a familiar arm around Griffin’s shoulders, leaning into the dark-haired girl as he shot her friendly smile. Out of all the girls, Sebastian was the closest to Griff. The two of them had been friends for ages, but it seemed lately that the girl wanted nothing to do with him. It honestly confused the hell out of him, leaving him to wrack his brain trying to think of what he had done for her to be so annoyed at him. “Ana, I heard about your party tonight, love. Can I count myself as invited or do I have to gate-crash?” He asked playfully, raising an dark eyebrow at the Bass girl. Anastasia was his favourite of the Bass twins, though it was a fairly easy decision to make when her only competition was the always insufferable Ashton, his sworn rival. It also helped that she was one of the most gorgeous girls he had ever seen. Something about her had always made him nervous and so while he would playfully flirt with her like he did everyone, Sebastian had never set out to sleep with her.

A sudden idea came to mind as he remembered the pretty girl from earlier. It was well-known that Anastasia had a strict ‘no freshman allowed’ policy for her annual Kiss on the Lips party, and there was no way the blonde would be getting in without an invitation. “..I just remembered I have some friends flying in from California today. Would I be able to grab two extra invites? Pretty please? I promise I will be on my best behavior.” Sebastian gave Ana his usual charming smile, silently hoping that she would say yes so he could invite his newest target along to the party. It would certainly make the night more interesting.

Delilah Harrison | 16 | Sophomore | Interactions: jacksonwhittmore   SUGAR.   Majestic

This was the absolute last place she wanted to be. That thought had quickly become evident as the blonde looked around at the other students who were talking and laughing in their little cliques. Delilah fidgeted nervously, trying to smooth out any wrinkles, with her school uniform that had astonishingly cost more than her entire wardrobe. Thank God her scholarship had covered the expenses. Despite wearing the same mandatory uniform, she couldn't help but feel like she stuck out as she became increasingly aware of the designer items the other girls had added to their outfits. Instead of heels and a designer handbag, she wore a pair of scuffed up pair of black boots and a faded blue backpack that was loaded up with her books for the day.The Constance School for Girls' uniform just made her feel like she was playing dress up as a little rich girl and she couldn't help but long for her favourite pair of ripped jeans. Lilah had known that she would feel out of her element but it didn't hit her how much until she had arrived at the commons. She missed her old school badly, even if it had a negative reputation for producing troublemakers. At least she felt like she belonged there.

With a sigh, she resolved to just do her best and try to keep her head low. It was an amazing educational opportunity to be able to attend the prestigious school and it would look excellent on her record when it came time to apply for colleges. She just had to remind herself of that. Pulling out her timetable for the day, she realized with a sinking feeling of despair that she had no idea where to go for her first class. She was completely and utterly lost. It seemed that she had no choice but to approach someone for directions. Looking around for the friendliest face she could spot, Delilah finally decided to approach two girls, a dirty blonde and a brunette, who looked a bit younger but appeared to be more open than the other girls. As she made her way over to the two girls, two dark-haired males joined them, causing her to doubt approaching them but it was too late to turn back now. "Hi, I'm so sorry for interrupting," Delilah smiled nervously as she came to stand in front of the small group "but I'm completely lost and I was wondering if you could help me? I'm trying to get to English Literature with Mrs Langford." She pointed to the class on her timetable, handing the sheet of paper to the brunette who she thought one of the boys had called Cass, and ran her fingers through her blonde curls to try and calm herself down. The girl wasn't used to feeling so nervous - Delilah had been in what one could call the popular group at her previous school and ran with a crowd that was often in trouble, but this was a whole different world to what she was used to. It was foreign and she had no idea how to navigate it. Hopefully, these girls would be able to help her.

Sorry, had a busy weekend! First post is up now!

Layna Cortez
Thankfully, the injured girl seemed to take Layna's advice to heart and was quiet. She turned her steely gaze once more to the Asian woman, about to ask to see what she had in the bag when her expression caught her off guard. It looked like she was concerned and backing away from something. It wasn't until the other girl had motioned towards the approaching horde that she realised what was happening. Of course they had been drawn to them by all the noise. It was inevitable. "Shit." The brunette cursed under her breath, throwing her things in her bag as she prepared to run. Thankfully, the boy from earlier had followed her request and picked up the bleeding girl. "Very." She shot back at him with a roll of her eyes, despite an amused smile appearing. Layna would follow behind him, protecting the pair from any attacks, and into the abandoned city that had been revealed by the dark haired girl. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. She could have easily left them for dead. However, there seemed to be tension between the Asian girl and the guy she had saved sister. What had she missed? Her thoughts were distracted when she noticed the dog, catching her by surprise. Layna couldn't remember the last time she had seen a dog. It had been ages. It was a welcome sight, however. It made things feel a bit normal. The brunette couldn't help but laugh at the guy trying to catch his breath. "Track all throughout high-school, buddy." She replied with a good-natured slap on his back, before deciding to look around and make sure that it was safe. "Is there somewhere we can put her?" Layna asked the woman who had helped them escape, motioning towards the injured girl. The sooner she could stitch her up, the better. Last thing she needed was the girl getting an infection.

((Sorry, was a busy week! This is also really rough which I apologize for!)

((No problem at all! I hope you are feeling better though :) ))

William O'Reilly

Will nodded as he took her wrist in his hand, being extra careful to not hurt the delicate girl. “Gentle is my middle name, love. It might sting a little at first, but it will cool down.” He murmured to Julianna before starting to gently apply and rub the cold poultice to her rope burns. His brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on his task, wanting to make sure that he got enough on. Will hoped that the cooling effect would help relieve the brunette of some of the pain.

“I would say being on a ship gets better over time but we should be docking at Fair Isle Harbor around midday tomorrow, so I suppose you won’t have to find out.” He couldn’t relate to not feeling comfortable aboard a ship; From the moment he had stepped on one as a child, he knew the sea was his calling. It had just felt natural. Will wound the bandage around her small wrist, tying it tightly so it didn’t fall apart. “I’ll change the dressings tomorrow morning.” He looked up at her, giving a small smile, and started on the other wrist. “I’m not sure if you have ever been to Fair Isle but the people there are fairly nice. You and the others should be able to find some help to get back to your families there.”

((Hey! Sorry I had a crazy busy weekend! This is pretty rough, I'm going to edit it later my comp is just about to die so i thought i would get it up quickly first))