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From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

@Nemmie I am perfectly happy to wait :) Take your time, real life is way more important!

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@Sympathyforyou I'm glad I'm not the only one! He's brilliant!

I'll pm you on my way to work and we can work things out once I get home

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@Jannah I'm heading to bed now anyway, so have a think, see what tickles your fancy most and let me know :) we can work something out

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@Jannah you're further in than I am. I've seen the show and know the premise although I wouldn't say I know everything. I enjoy the universe more than anything.

Let me know which of the themes you'd like to do most and we can work a plot out

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From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

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Hey, dude! It's okay! Real life happens and I'm happy to wait as long as it takes :) You're real life is way more important

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From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

So long as the music changed, that was all that mattered to Alex. He was already getting desperate, everyone here was just making it worse. He could barely stand it. It wasn't the usual hunger that lingered in all Kindred, but the rumbling lust that dwelled inside the worst of any junkie. That same lust that drove most to theft and murder for another hit. It would be living hell hanging out with this lot until they caught this bastard. They had to destroy him soon, ideally before sunrise yet chances were it would be days until one of them caught wind of this idiot. Alex was going to rip his neck open for the shit he'd caused him. That was all that sick prick deserved- the similarity tickled Alex a little. At least when Alex killed it looked like freak accidents.

Alex jumped a little and turned his attention to the two girls. Shifting his eyes back to the road, two eyes rolled in their sockets and focused back on the road. Dawn drove like a psychopath. There was nothing attractive about a bad driver. Sure, there was something about going fast that melted mortals but dodging traffic attractive nothing but the wrong sort. The blonde flipped the indicator and turned the corner, without making a fool of himself and disrupting the flow of the world.. He turned once again and spotted Dawn's car- psycho bitch. The change again left Alex feeling a little off guard. He shot Nessa a quick glance and concluded she was having far too much fun making him feel uncomfortable. He rolled his shoulders and turned the sound back down again. He wouldn't have felt guilty making her walk the rest of the way there.

He continued down the road and pulled up against the curb, making sure to park a little further back from behind Dawn's car. There was no doubting the freak would take the chance to piss him off more by smashing up his car. He turned the engine off and sat quietly for a second before sliding out of the car. He opened the back door and waited for Erinion to climb out the back seat. It wasn't a sign of friendship but an attempt at making allies. Little Miss Loopy probably wasn't going to be a threat to him in combat but he had the feeling she knew a little too much already. Then there was the walking corpse. Margarita seemed overly cautious of him, whether that was himself making assumptions or the truth, he didn't know. A small dose of healthy paranoia had saved him in the past, more than once. He shut the door behind the small vampire and set his alarm once Nessa was out. She would be worthwhile trying to forge an alliance with but there was the matter of how annoying she seemed to be.

Alex chose to ignore the fake greetings and phony pleasantries. He followed the group down into the home and felt a hospital vibe from the walls and floor. There was no way Dawn would have ever been able to keep the carpet spotless. He let his attention drift about, taking a moment to admire the expensive furniture. Aside from the hauntingly disturbing feeling he couldn't quite shake from his mind, Alex almost felt at home. He even had the same model TV.

Year One [ Closed for TheDookieNut and El Taco Taco ]

George passed off Sadie's comment on gardening. Maybe it was a farm thing? Sadie had mentioned that she'd lived on a farm during the train ride so plants must have been pretty common there. A garden would be pretty sweet if only to look at. He didn't have a garden- was that a bad thing? Well it was tiny and they didn't use it. He shrugged his thoughts away after a moment of deciding it really didn't matter, no one in the middle of London had a garden. He carried on walking, eyes darting left and right, taking in the paintings and art. They did remind him of home. The paintings at home weren't as grand as the ones covering every stone wall of the castle but the figures in the paintings were all the same, living, moving and speaking. He had the faintest memory from childhood of one of his uncles telling him there was painting within the castle who's subject had another frame within their home. George for the life of him couldn't remember the name although the letter O kept rolling on his tongue.

Ol-
Olli-
Oth-
Othe-

A loud scream stopped his train of thought as a student came screaming down the hall. Everyone laughed, mostly. George exchanged glances with Seine and smiled at Sadie's expression. George waved a hand in front of her face and smiled.
"Aren't ghosts stories to muggles?" He asked, turning to walk down the hall. "My great-great-aunt Ilza is a ghost." It was quite sad, or so his Dad had always told him. There was nothing noble about a ghost. They weren't brave just cowards. Cowardice was weak, the sign of bad blood and a flawed mind. Everyone got scared though.. He knew his Dad had been scared, they all had been that night. With a quiet smile, George turned his feet and carried on along the path they were walking. He probably should have been paying attention on the path they'd been taking, considering the castle was so huge.

George felt his attention drift from trying to memorize the route to his friend. A tapestry? Secret?
"We should go look for it this evening. After dinner." George added, looking about as excited as the next person. Whatever it was, they'd find it. It was probably a secret passage of some kind. Theo had mentioned one once, although mention was a light term. His memory played a rather hostile image of his brother pacing backwards and forwards in the dining room, ranting and raving about how he'd found Amelia Fuller, his sweetheart from the previous year, making a real fool of herself with a Gryfindor boy behind a tapestry the previous Christmas.

George followed to stream and headed in a classroom with little decoration inside, aside from a large globe and a few wardrobes. He felt the excitment drain from him. Transfiguration was probably going to be way less interesting than he'd hoped. Searching for a seat, George grabbed them a bench to the side, placing his bag on the middle desk. Judging by the space, the tables only really left space for two people, so instantly he regretted the decision and made an effort to save the desk next to him for his friends. The more people starting filing in, the more people started to take notice of the feline sitting on the floor by the desk. Girls cooed and smiled, offering a hand to stroke it. The whole room seemed to assume that it was a pet, at least until the cat lurched forwards and shifted into the face of their headmaster.