Meridian

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I'm not sure what to post for Mal since he's mostly waiting :P But I'll have something up in a couple of days at most

Member Personality Thread

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They sound too smart for me xP

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

@Silent Observer O.o True, I think I went overboard xP I'm not sure whether to leave it and hospitalize him or save his ass with an edit

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Grant sighed, standing and staring at the closed door before turning and walking out of the room. Adelisa was fine. If not fine, she was alive, and she was pouring her heart out to Jared and Delilah. Jared, the guy she'd always thought her rival. And while he ached to talk to her, she clearly didn't want him, and he figured it made sense, although he didn't know how things had gotten to this again when they'd worked things out. She was upset and suicidal, but he was the one who'd watched her make out with his best friend. The entire situation was one he couldn't figure out. And mad as he was at Hunter, he could only hope he and Amelia had worked things out. Great. The vacation had turned out just fine for them, and here he was.

He opened the door of the condo, walked to the fridge, got a bottle of vodka out and sat at the counter of the kitchen. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a long drink. Jesus, he wanted to stop feeling like shit. He kept at the bottle until it was empty, then got another one from the fridge although the trip to the fridge was a little more awkward that time around. Halfway through the second one, his mind was a slur of images, none of them from the past few days. Then a picture of Adelisa in his mind, laughing and pulling him into a pool, clear as day. He groaned as finished the bottle, then got up unsteadily and stumbled to his room, miraculously managing to avoid breaking anything on the way. Actually, he'd broken two bottles on the counter with an ungainly sweep of his hand while getting up, but the event hadn't registered in his mind.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

Zephyr

What could possibly be wrong with my personality? Zephyr mused, not in the least put off by Leval's cold reception. The vampire, very predictably, followed Leval out of the hall, but not before holding Zephyr's gaze in a cold stare, which he returned with a savage grin, baring his sharp teeth and winking at her. He put his hands in his pockets, strolling out of the hall with a satisfied smirk. Friends never hurt, but enemies were always so much more fun, and he had the feeling he'd just made one. He had to give her credit, though, for her apparent strength of character even if it was coupled with a debilitating sense of the moral high ground. He wasn't sure what time it was, and the time seemed to have passed rather quickly, but he was definitely not going to pass up the chance for more food. It was a side effect of his early years in the Wilds that he'd never quite shaken, the inability to pass up any chance of a meal in case he didn't get another for a while.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Grant didn't leave, but he stepped back away from Adelisa's door. He didn't bother responding to Delilah, used to the animosity from her. Of course everything was his fault. It always was, in her eyes.

Grant watched as Hunter banged on Adelisa's door, furious with him. "Hunter, step away from the goddamn door," he snapped. His heart was pounding with fear for her life. He watched Jareth go to the door and kneel down, slipping his fingers under the door. He couldn't shake the feeling that it should be him trying to talk her out of this, trying to help her, and he tried his best not to let the fact that she didn't want him there at all hurt him. She felt used, and she thought Grant had been one of the people to use her.

His eyes closed in agitation when the door cracked open slightly. He almost moved to take a step forward, but Adelisa let out a whimper at the sight of him and he looked at her, seas of sorrow in his eyes. Jareth and Amelia were preparing to talk to her, and Grant looked at the door, wanting to help her as well. Although it seemed like the best way to help her was in his case to stay as far away as possible.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

Zephyr

Zephyr raised an eyebrow at the vampire as she stood up, looking down at her with a bored expression on his face. "Maybe it isn't when you're already dead. Look, I'm no angel. I've got a twisted sense of humour. Does that surprise you?"

He turned to Leval. "I don't mean to dismiss your girlfriend like I don't care about her. It's just that I don't. But like I was saying, that was a good comeback." He put his hand back down and in his pocket, looking at the illusionist. Zephyr usually had a good idea of how people reacted to certain things. Little miss righteous, for instance, glaring at him like he'd been the one to kill his fictional mother, probably had him at the top of her hate list now. Not that he minded, she already bored him to death. What he wasn't very sure of right now was how Leval would react. Either back her up, or accept the compliment with good nature. Both options were equally likely, and he decided to give him the chance to react.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Grant looked at Jareth in surprise. He usually didn't see him so strung up, except after his breakup with Delilah. He opened his mouth to say something when Hunter showed up, bruised and battered but alive. Grant's expression immediately became a flat and emotionless one as he looked at him. Jareth was practically crying with relief as he hugged Hunter, but Grant just listened to him talk. "Fuck you, man." He said finally, folding his arms. "I'm just glad you're okay," he said tiredly. Okay, he was pretty furious too, but he'd let it take the backseat for now. But what did Hunter mean about that other girl? The blonde? He'd just danced with her, for crying out loud. Like Grant flipped a switch seeing Addie actually flirt with some other guy. He sighed. He figured some of the responsibility for Addie was on him, so he turned away from his other friends and knocked on the girls' door, loudly and repeatedly.

Grant felt weighed down inside. Nothing went right for him, did it? His best friend and his ex, then having said best friend get into a car crash. He was honestly relieved Hunter was alive and conscious, but he was furious at him as well, and it wasn't an anger that was going to dissipate any time soon. And Addie... He had no idea how he felt about her. All he could think was how close he was to cracking, and the exhaustion showed on his face. His eyes widened in panic as a thought occurred to him. Was Addie okay? She had to be, right? But the suicidal tendencies... He moved to knock again, but then opened the door and walked in, shouting her name. She had to be here somewhere, right? Safe and sound... She had to be.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

And now if Adelisa lives or dies will be on Lila... Sweet >_<

@Dirty Pretty Lies

No pressure or anything ;D

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

Zephyr

Zephyr settled back to watch the pair, looking pleased with the awkward look on the girl's face. She was blushing and everything. Leval looked pretty surprised as well, and Zephyr felt smug up until he found himself looking at a larger than life caricature of himself. What the... He thought, raising an eyebrow at the word on his forehead. He couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing, along with the rest of the room. The illusion of him looked pretty similar, and and Leval had even gotten the voice almost right. His laughter only increased in volume when the illusion started talking about his mother and all, and he was laughing right up until the illusion faded. When it did, he kept chuckling for minutes after. That had been a pleasant although unexpected result, and even though he'd laughed, he had no qualms about beating up anyone who thought they could laugh at him in addition. It had been an unusual but effective comeback, and Zephyr found that he actually trusted and respected the illusionist more for it.

Standing up, he walked over to him and the vampire, a deadly serious look on his face. "That would have been hilarious," he started, "if my mother hadn't died a month before I came here." That was a lie, of course, he'd never known his parents, and he didn't particularly care to. It was probably a joke in bad taste as well, but he didn't really care. His face cracked into a grin, and he held out a hand to Leval. "Well played."