Posts by Fangknife

"Oh," Jacob's voice was deep and masculine as was his build as he fumbled around with his rifle propped up on his shoulder. "Sorry about that... just practicing for Young Marines. I got permission. Sort of." He stared at us with deep green eyes. "Don't tell anyone. I thought the silencer would work better..." He was interrupted by Devon tackling him to the ground in her werewolf form. However, in midair, Jacob contorted into his own form- a werelion.

Devon sat on top of Jacob awkwardly for a moment after they stopped wrestling and threw herself off of him with a grunt and transformed back into her sarcastic human form. "Watch yourself, kid." She muttered before extending her hand to help him up. "I'm Devon." She said. "Jacob." He replied, taking her hand.

"HAY NOW," Devon groaned. "I shake everyone's hand. I SHOOK YOURS. It's not awkward attall." Jacob rolled his eyes and changed back into his human form. "That's just what girls do when they're jealous." He commented. At that idiotic sentence, Devon ripped her hand away (as she realized he hadn't let go of it yet) and sent him a scowl/smirk. "Just cause you got a big gun, big GUNS," She gestured first to his actual gun, then his biceps, "and a big furry coat doesn't make you Mr. Everything, young man. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I have a date." With that, she turned and pranced away, hoping to run into Bishop and hang out for awhile. Jacob whistled after her, which made her rush into the boarding school hallways cracking up like the giddy teenage girl she was on the outside.

Iceclaw awoke the next morning to find that Fangknife must have already been on the cliff overhang above their cave on lookout and briskly awoke the kit and tom and informed them of where he assumed she was.

Jacob shrugged his muscular shoulders, hocked his gun back into his backpack where it was supposed to be 'concealed,' and mumbled to himself, "Don't think I'll have any trouble fittin' in here." With that, he smiled a smile that Mona Lisa would smile- if Mona Lisa were a well-built werelion teenage boy from Colorado- and headed towards his dorm room.

Devon was still lolling around in laughter, smashing into walls like she was high, when she staggered into Ally's room. It was true that Devon could be crazy, but this was unusual for even her. "D'AAAaaaAAAaawwwwuuuuhhh, w'as wrong, Alls?" She chardled.

Devon studied her for a moment before moaning and saying, "Oh, well, I'm sor-" and collapsing on the floor.

Devon, as she fell, became exceedingly pale and Ally noticed that her sleeves were sticky and wet with something that nobody had bothered to notice before.

Jacob heard Ally's voice piercing down the hallway, quickly dropped his baggage, and rushed into Ally's room. He looked first at the terrified girl, then at Devon moaning on the floor and took to her side. The floor started to be soaked with the liquid and the color it was made it quite obvious as to what it was; it was blood. Jacob's eyes widened slightly as he ripped up her long sleeves; her arms were slathered in long, deep, knife wounds. "Oh my gawd," He breathed. "Go get help, Ally. Go now." He ripped off both of her sleeves completely to find both had open wounds up and down them, and scars from previous times that had been done.

"Damn, Devon, who DID this?" Jacob snarled into the girl's ears. "T'is jus' a scratch.." Devon mumbled in response. "DEVON, TELL ME WHO DID THIS." He yelled back at her, shaking her slightly. Her arms rattled with pain and caused her to yelp, "I DID." But only loud enough for him to hear. Jacob peered at her with sullen eyes for a moment and she back at him with her agonizingly pain-filled ones. "Don't tell anyone." She whispered. He nodded and continued to tend to her cuts the best he could.

"Dude, shut the hell up!" Jacob hissed through clenched teeth. "Do you WANT her to bleed out and die? The more freaked out she is the faster her heart is gonna go and the more blood is gonna leak."

Devon muttered something along the lines of, "How many weirdos are gonna touch me?" As Jacob moved out of the way for Anali to move in. Jacob took a few steps outside the room to check and see of the medics were coming. They happened to be rushing down the hall at that moment.

Devon flashed a drowsy smile and her breathing began to regular. "I think she's going to be okay," Jacob said as he re entered the room and examined her again.

(got to go be on tomorrow)

Within a half an hour, Devon was sitting up, eyes open and full of life as they always were, stitches in her arms, and a borrowed jacket from Jacob to hide them. "This jacket is quite comfy," Devon commented as she snuggled into the soft, gray, and obviously too big hoodie a little bit. She tried to act like nothing happened, but at this point that was quite the childish dream and she knew it.

"Alright, well, thanks guys," Devon said awkwardly while she stood. "I think I'm going to go to my room now and get some rest. We got school tomorrow and I feel tired soooo... Yeah! See ya'all later." With that, Devon crept out of the room, went into her dorm room, closed the door, and fell asleep in Jacob's jacket as a muddled mess on her bed, shouting behind her, "You ain't getting this back, Jake!"

(Hell yeah. Let's wait until later in the school year on the RP though)

Devon heard the slight knock on her door, and it was enough to wake her up rapidly. She shot into an upright position and blinked hazily. It took her a moment to remember what had happened to her, but it was easy to remember as she was still wearing Jacob's coat that now had small blood stains in the sleeves. "Oh, um," She cleared her froggy throat. "C-Come in."

"Oh, I'm alright." Devon gave him a pale smirk. "What about you? I feel like I scared the living shit out of you earlier."

"Your... emotions," Devon repeated. "Okay, I understand." She gave him the innocent, scared bunny eyes for a moment before continuing. "Well, um.. it's late. And, I kind of want to sleep. School tomorrow. But, I think... is there something you want to tell me before you -er- go?"

".... huuuuu...." Devon fell backwards on her pillow and stared at the ceiling. Her mind spun, more than it already was, but she forced it to shut off. She forced herself to believe that Bishop did not just kiss her, she did not just reveal the fact that she'd been a cutter all these years to some total stranger, and nothing happened today except Memorial Day. With that, she went to sleep until the next morning, but she continued to wear Jacob's jacket. For her, it was like she was afraid that if she took it off, he'd break his promise. Because most people did.