Viciousmarrow

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Delta44 Of course he'll be at the casino. That's how he loses all of his money!

#TooBrokeForDates

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Let's see how many numbers Lucky gets the first day.

Probably all of them.

Or maybe he'll just get maced and that'll suck a lot.

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Dynamo Frokane@MyCatGinger@Delta44
The sheet is done, and a new character steps forth to await its judgment.
Also his theme song is Crazed Country Rebel. Click the words! >.>

Lucky McIntire

♢ Mechanic & "Pharmacist" ♢ 27 ♢ 6'0" ♢ 178lbs

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In Depth Appearance:

There is a certain Southern American charm that radiates from Lucky's stormy grey eyes. Whether or not women find that attractive or not varies considerably on a case by case basis, but he has had some good luck with his looks in the past. True to his rural roots, Lucky has a distinct messy look to him, with his disheveled red hair and a preference for thrift store quality clothes. His typical outfit is a baggy set of grey cargo pants and a white tank top, which he'll accessorize with a light flannel jacket on occasion. Underneath his clothes, its quite apparent he's physically fit, but not overly so. He has a tattoo on his left arm, right below his elbow that reads "Protean", an expression of his versatile nature. Various scars litter his arms from his profession, and anyone with a keen enough eye might even notice the fading track marks from his history of drug abuse.

Personality:

Lucky is a firebrand and an adrenaline junkie above all else. He loves a good time and actively seeks anything and everything that'll give him a good high. Some people might say that he has an addictive personality, but Lucky would argue that all day, considering he is incredibly stubborn and doesn't know when to admit he's wrong. Moreover, he is prone to acting on his impulses and doesn't always think about his actions. Honesty is second nature to him, perhaps to a fault though. If Lucky thinks a certain lady is attractive or something is dumb, then he's not afraid to say it.

Though he may not seem it or even look it, Lucky is a clever man. His rather short criminal record is a testament to his ability to get out of trouble. By his own admission, he'll tell you that he definitely should be in prison for half the things he's done in his life. Fortunately, he has a good heart and treats everyone fairly. He would never harm a person unless he had good enough reasoning to. In fact, those closest to him know that Lucky would walk a hundred miles to be there for a friend in need.

History:

Lucky comes from the small town of White Pine, Tennessee, right near the rolling Appalachian Mountains. He only had a single sibling, a sister named Stephanie, to roam his family's small farm. Being as poor as they were and having little access to modern conventions, such as high speed internet, out in the middle of nowhere, Lucky spent most of his days bored to death. The boy had to invent his own fun, whether it came from hunting squirrels with a slingshot, learning how to work on cars, or picking at his grandpa's old guitar. Unfortunately, the older he got, the riskier his hobbies got though.

By the time he was in middle school, he was smoking and drinking with his band of rebel rousing rednecks. Somehow though, he was still doing well in school, something that would remain constant despite his increasingly reckless behavior. In high school, Lucky partook in and sold heavy narcotics, such as methamphetamine and heroin, and competed in an illegal racing circuit to afford his kicks. There were a few OD scares for him, but he never stopped. His lifestyle was just way too fun.

Unfortunately, his post high school years were incredibly rough. Lucky had developed a crippling addiction to heroin, and he spent every single penny he had or trading favors for the stuff. It didn't help that his friends enabled his addiction and constantly pressured him into worse and worse situations. It wasn't until he was 25 that his sister had a talk with him and he finally realized that this lifestyle was incredibly toxic. The best way for him to get out of this predicament was to move away, but he didn't have any money. So, instead of saving the cash he needed, Lucky stole all of his drug dealer of a best friend's money, packed his bags, and caught a plane to the most exotic place he could think of: Shine City.

The last 2 years have seen him completely recover from his former dependency, yet he admits he does miss it. If Lucky didn't think it would kill him, he'd be right back on it. Since he doesn't have a college education and refuses to work crappy retail jobs, he currently runs his own business out a van while gaining some supplemental income by selling weed and pills, "light drugs" to him, on the down low. He has had some struggles adjusting to city life, but he wouldn't change a thing. There's just so much more to do here!

Likes:

♥ Rap, metal, rock and country-western music
♥ New experiences and thrills
♥ Racing
♥ Dancing
♥ Working on cars and other vehicles
♥ Drugs (but he tries to stay away from doing them)
♥ The ladies
♥ Constantly going out

Dislikes:

✖ Stagnation
✖ Sweaters
✖ Authority
✖ Quiet events
✖ Religious zealots
✖ Sitting at home
✖ Boredom
✖ Formal attire

Party Trick:

Need something fixed? Chances are Lucky knows how to fix it. His repair skills aren't simply limited to vehicles! Not impressed by that? Well, grab a mic and he'll spit out some sick rhymes. He's surprisingly adept at rapping. Much better than Fred Durst anyway.

Other Themes:

I'm the Man
Bored to Death

Divided We Stand

@Thundercrash
Something tells me Minako is going to get involved with Sabrina xD

Divided We Stand

Now all 6 Wardens have been introduced. It's safe to say only half of them are actually competent in their abilities xD

Divided We Stand

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Location: Courtyard
Interacting With: With each other _{@Viciousmarrow@lovely complex} and “Bailey, Jay’s Cat”
Time-wise: While Elijah is talking to Leon, before Lucas’ and Keats’ Meeting

Apathetic → Conniving → Kinda sore
Annoyed → Appreciative → Malicious → Enraged → Bothered → Apathetic
| Oufit | Outfit |

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Lucas was such a bitch. The whore’s bitch, to be precise. Seriously, it was a wonder anyone even regarded him with any semblance of manliness or respect. He preyed on any weakness he could find, much like a high school drama queen out for vengeance. So petty! It was like he was so fixated on overcompensating for the lack of something, that he didn’t realize how much of an attention-seeking fuck boy he was. It was really pathetic. And annoying. Did he have daddy issues or something? Low self esteem? His compulsive need to ruin people’s days and his feeble attempts to put himself in the spotlight certainly hinted at some kind of mental illness. In fact, Lucas reminded Sylvia disturbingly of a certain dark haired someone she had the displeasure of having to spend every year of her education since preschool with: Sabrina Danford, Mitch’s cousin. That thought alone made her shudder, but she couldn’t lie… The similarity was uncanny.

Frowning profusely, Sylvia needed to get out of here. She just needed a moment to herself, to clean up and look a little more alive, especially since Jenna was going to be here later. As Eliana strode off by herself to the library, she looked over Amelia for a moment, admiring the beautiful woman’s gentle features. If Eliana’s sister hadn’t been in the picture, then Sylvia definitely would have liked to pursue more with the vampiress. “Thanks for everything... It’s hard to find real friends around here.” she expressed in a low tone, a small smile on her lips. As a show of gratitude, her lips pecked at Amelia’s cheek. “Um… I’ve got to be alone for a little while. I just need to think a bit. I’ll see you later though, okay?” She held one of the vampiress’ hands with both of hers, leering affectionately at Amelia, before she sauntered off to the outside world.

As she walked with Bailey, Jay’s cat, resting on her left shoulder, Gianna glanced down at her phone and with swift fingers, typed a blog on Delphina Time’s with Vincent’s old account, Amadeus. Pasting the picture of her wearing Leon’s shirt and the cat purring against her face, in front of his office door (at the top of the blog), she typed a quick description before hitting send. The title of her post read: Chief Warden sure loves his Pussy. She couldn’t help but chuckle at that. If anything, Leon would be annoyed at the stares he got. With her phone in hand, she walked toward the library to meet up with Minako, for some reason or another.

Sylvia’s umber orbs spotted the tramp near immediately in the sunlit courtyard. As if a Mexican Standoff were about to occur, the wind swept up the loose leaves on the ground and spun about like a miniature cyclone to dramatic effect. How perfect. She was wearing Leon’s shirt, no doubt a token for the services she provided him. And… was that a cat? The symbolism couldn’t be more clear there. A malicious grin spread upon the princess’ face as she advanced upon her loathsome foe. “Isn’t it a little early to be whoring yourself off? And here I thought prostitution was a night thing. Then again, you must have to give out free samples, considering no one would pay to sleep with a disease ridden slut like yourself.” Sylvia shot first, her words zinging out to meet Gianna.

The voice of the pathetic little girl known as Sylvia slipped into Gianna’s ears like a high pitched squeak. The worst part was… Sylvia thought she sounded pleasant and intelligent. She was just your stereotypical valley girl ‘like oh my god, really?’ The older woman used her agile hands to subtly press ‘record’ on her phone to collect the sound of her surroundings. After bringing her phone down by her right side, the villainess casually looked up and locked her chocolate orbs with the Princess’ umber gaze. She let the redhead go on her tangent, things that made the sad thing feel better about herself. Yawning and completely uninterested in Sylvia’s words, Gianna shrugged, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, doll.” With her free hand, she grabbed the cat off her shoulder and pretended to talk for the cat, while lifting it slightly in the air, “Oh Gianna. Look, it’s the crybaby. Let’s smile, wave, and act like we care.”

The redhead’s left fist clenched as the girl before her mocked her. The fiery flames of passion and hatred roared to life as she focused on this bitch. Oh, Sylvia wanted so bad to knock her out. Slowly, her self-restraint began to wane, the shackles to a more violent Radiance tumbling to the ground. ”At least I have people who care about me. A loving mom, a great dad. What the fuck do you have? Oh, that’s right. Absolutely nothing. Not even a penny to your god damn name. Don’t even begin to think your trashy minions count for anything either.”

Gianna shook her head. Evidently Sylvia’s mother talked too much, but that didn’t matter. The Princess’ words were empty and filled with hot steam. Unfazed and unnerved, a smile curled on the Delphina Sovereign’s face, as she continued to egg her on, “And yet, Vince loved me.”

”Apparently not enough to keep himself alive. I don’t blame him though. I probably would have killed myself too if I had to deal with you everyday.” Sylvia batted back. The princess had no remorse or empathy, going straight for the low blows, much like she had with Professor Lovelace earlier. A sadistic sort of expression skewed itself onto her visage, clearly enjoying prodding at Gianna’s dark past.

Words like these should have hurt her, should have made her want to start a fight or cry, but Gianna was passed the point of not caring. She was indifferent with the idiot’s words and the name Vince. “You’re a beautiful person. I’m sure you’re told that every day. It’s not like I have anything to lose, right?” Her voice came off unnervingly calm as she let a brief silence resonate in the air, before chuckling, “Jenna must love this side of you. I sure do.” People always forgot that Gianna was Mrs. Lovelace’s mentee, she knows way more than Sylvia will ever know. It was common knowledge that Sylvia was best friends with the youngest Lovelace girl, but Gianna hoped her positivity would cause the redhead to act on her anger, or perhaps, walk away. It didn’t matter how Sylvia reacted, Gianna was satisfied with the amount of dirt she had on her already. Funny thing is, Psyche hardly did anything. The bimbo put herself in this bottomless pit.

“Don’t bring Jenna into this. Don’t ever speak her name again--”

“Or what? You’re gonna hurt me? Gia interjected. Her chocolate orbs were deadly, while her steady tone added, “Hit me with your best shot, sweetheart. Like you pointed out, I have ‘absolutely nothing’.”

Twin transcendent wings sprouted from Sylvia’s back as she finally snapped, unleashing the rage she tried so ineffectively to contain. The only thing she wanted to do right now was beat this smug whore’s face in. Who was she to talk down to her, the descendant of American icons, a woman far beyond this lowly peasant? Radiant energy crackled around her hands, and with a thunderous motion, Sylvia slapped the ever living hell out of Gianna. She didn’t care about the repercussions. She just wanted to see this bitch suffer and put her in her place.

Allowing the action to be done, but making sure the cat didn’t get hurt, Gianna held it close to her as a loud ‘slap’ echoed in the courtyard, “That’s going to leave a mark.” and it did, kind of like the time she suckerpunched Elijah. Sighing to herself and still not bothered, Gia wasn’t going to use her powers. She’ll let the scene play out.

”No, this is.” Raising both of her palms to Gianna’s abdomen, dual bursts of light fired at point blank range. Though it was hardly powerful enough to incapacitate the other woman, it would leave a nasty bruise and knock her right on that dainty ass she liked to flaunt so much. Oh, Sylvia was beginning to feel so much better now.

Numb to the pain being dealt to her body, like she had mentally detached herself from this moment, Gianna was pushed backward, releasing the cat from her grasp, holding tight to her phone that was still recording, and falling right on her ass. Someone was going to think she had a kinky sex night if she showed too much skin tonight.

Free from the Queen of Delphina’s clutches, the cat revealed its true form, shifting back into the human shape of Sabrina Danford. She was gasping for breath, apparently being held a little too tight by Gianna. The petite girl, by modern conventions, could be described as attractive though her outfit was much more revealing than Gia’s. Perhaps the most alien feature of hers was a slender black-and-white tail that extended below her knees. ”Ugh I hate the name Bailey… I’m Sabrina, damnit!” she cursed to herself before focusing on the situation at hand. Though winded, Headmaster Danford’s niece quickly rushed to her fallen comrade’s aid. ”Hey, cut this out right now! This has gone way too far, Sylvia!” she called out in that horrible squeaky voice of hers. Hovering over Gianna’s form, she barred the sharp claws that ended at her fingertips in the most menacing way possible, which was to say not menacing at all.

The Princess of Mayweather visibly cringed as “Lynx” unexpectedly entered the fray. Now, under normal circumstances, she probably would have knocked that bitch right out too, but Sabrina was both related to a leading authority and, unfortunately for everyone, a Warden. Attacking her was a surefire way to get expelled from the school. Gritting her teeth, Sylvia had no choice but to cease her assault. Of all people, Sabrina would show up. She was quite possibly the most useless member of the Wardens, having all the abilities of a cat, including nine lives. However, that effectively amounted to nothing compared to most of the other students. It didn’t help that she was known as the school’s other slut. In fact, she was probably worse than Gianna in terms of promiscuity. It was hard to tell who hadn’t screwed the girl, honestly. Not to mention her attention-mongering ways… She always wanted people to tell her she was pretty even though she thought she was ugly, which made no goddamn sense at all to Sylvia.

”I can’t believe you said all those horrible things to my best friend! The poor girl! And then you attack her?! Like, what’s wrong with you?! I’m going to have to take you to the Headmasters right now!” the bubbly Warden called out.

“No, no, it’s fine, Beanie.” Gianna picked herself up and rubbed her own ass, all the while smiling at Mitch’s cousin. She kept forgetting Sabrina had the ability to turn into a damn cat. “We can let this go. I’m fine.” She was, even if there was pain throughout most of her body and welts. Bruises were one thing, but Gianna had enough on Sylvia to ruin her happy life.

Both Sylvia and Sabrina had astonished looks on their faces, as if Gia had gone mad or something. There was plenty enough evidence to get the redhead, at the very least, suspended or packed with a hefty amount of detention. “Um, are you sure, Gigi? I mean, like, she’s totally fucked…” If Gianna thought Sylvia was a valley girl, then Sabrina was the avatar of all preppy stereotypes. ‘

Winking at the kitty cat of a girl, Gianna laughed, “I’ve felt worse.” Bringing her attention to her phone, she stopped the recording and uploaded it to the Delphina times. Raw and uncut. No title. Just the sound of Sylvia being a terrible person and the simpleminded Sabrina, appearing like a semi-decent Warden (although she’s the worst one of them all). What a busy day for the Times.

”Oh! I have to tell you all about my new boyfriend! You know, Professor Harrison?! We’re totally doing it!” Sabrina seemed to forget what she was doing at the moment, suddenly fixated on telling Gianna all about her new “partner”. Behind her, Sylvia looked visibly pained by the airhead’s change of subject. “Oh my god…” she muttered to herself.

Bringing her free hand to the brunette’s hair, Gianna gently ruffled it, out of habit, “Oh Sabrina…”

“Sylvia Vargas to the Headmasters’ Office immediately.”

And here Sylvia had thought she’d gotten away with this. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head and turned away from the duo of harlots. “Saved by the bell.” the princess uttered as she walked toward her requested destination, her vast, ethereal wings dissipating all the while. She could only wonder how little trouble she was about to get in. Worse came to worse, she’d just have to give mommy a call and tell her all about how that awful Gianna started the fight. Sylvia didn’t have a damn thing to worry about, or so she thought.

“Do you need an ice pack or something? Or, like… a good lick down? That might help, yeah?” the cat-girl asked her pal, shaking her head at mean ol’ Sylvia and finally getting back on track. “Or maybe you need a shoulder massage?!” If there was anything Sabrina was, it was dimwitted. It was speculated the only reason the 19 year old managed to get into Delphina was through her uncle. ”Wait, do you know how I can get Leon to notice me? I really like him, but I’m not allowed in his office anymore… Not after last time when I tried to uh… ‘touch’ him.” There she was, getting off on random, non-sequitur tangents again.

So many words for such a tiny girl. Glancing down at her phone and checking the time, Gianna apologized, “I have to be somewhere. Why don’t we chat some other time, yeah? I’ll tell you what really gets him going.”

Sabrina’s eyes lit up like a little girl who was getting her one and only wish. ”Would you really, Gigi?! We def need to hang out more!” With that, she planted a full on kiss onto her best friend’s lips before shooing her away. ”I hope you, like… have a good time and stuff wherever you go.”

Divided We Stand

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Location: Wesley Cone Building
Interacting With: Each other _{@Viciousmarrow@BeastofDestiny}; Keats and Lucas _{@Legion02@Lasrever}

Unphased → Annoyed → Neutral
Composed → Embarrassed → Serious → Glad

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“Mr. Masterson. Take a seat.” Leon waved a hand to the seat that Gianna had recently vacated. The raven haired and strangely pale man was something of an anomaly to the Chief, someone that he rarely ever had to interact with, which was probably a good thing for Elijah. That meant that he was, at the very least, a civil person that security didn’t need to keep an eye on.

”You’re not one that I usually have to worry about, Elijah. Not like Lucas and Keats out there, anyway. I was extremely worried about this incident that happened between you and Gianna last week though, and that’s part of the reason you’re in my office right now.” Leon went back to the monitors behind him. The cameras only caught what was happening in the halls and other public areas, not what happened within the personal domains of the students or the bathrooms. Firing up the video that he had show Gia earlier, Leon watched it again with silent interest. Although the Warden now knew the reasoning behind Elijah’s actions, the scene was still a disturbing one to behold. Letting it sink in, he folded his hands on his desk and leaned in, staring eye to eye with the man on the other side of the desk. While he studied him, he realized that Elijah was blind, and he might not have even seen the video being played. A sudden dawning of guilt hit him. “Shit. I forgot you couldn’t see. I’m so sorry about that.”

Elijah rounded the chair and took his seat, folding his arms over. His back was straight, posture perfect as he listened to what the Chief Warden had to say, and watched as he turned around to play something for Elijah to ‘watch’. Sitting in complete silence, the pyromancer had to wonder just how long it was going to take for the other male to realize his lack of sight. When it did finally dawn on Leon, Elijah simply held up his hand, ”Just get to the point Warden, why am I here?” Elijah already knew why when Leon mentioned his incident with Gianna last week, but he might as well have his crimes read off to him.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Leon sat up straight in his chair, tapping a small rhythm out with his finger while he pondered how to proceed. “Well, I was going to show you the video evidence, but…” Elijah’s lack of sight certainly threw a monkey wrench at that problem. ”Anyway, you’re here because of what could have been interpreted as sexual harassment or worse against Ms. Gianna Daniels. The video showed a crying Gianna coming out of the bathroom with you in tail. Not exactly footage that works in your favor. On top of that, it’s pretty certain that you destroyed some of the stalls in the women’s bathroom.” Leon gave his reasonings and wondered how this all seemed to the blind man. It seemed farfetched that a man that was seemingly as docile as Elijah could do this, but maybe he just didn’t know the guy.

Elijah tapped his finger against his arm as he listened to Leon patiently. He explained the crimes against him, and yes it was true that he did destroy the stalls in total anger, but the sexual harassment? It could be ‘interpreted’ Leon said, which means that when he spoke with Gianna, she didn’t use that interpretation against him. This was at least somewhat of a relief, but that did make him wonder what Gianna even said to the Warden. ”Yes, I was in the bathroom with Gianna, no it wasn’t sexual harassment, and how certain are you that it was me who destroyed the stalls, or are we simply making assumptions?” He kept his tone as neutral as always, consistent and serious.

”Ms. Daniels informed me of your… crush… on her. She said that you asked her out while she was in there. Not exactly romantic, if you ask me.” Leon started. Why Elijah even entered the women’s bathroom was beyond him, though with him being blind and all, the Chief chalked it up to him simply not knowing where he was. The scene probably played out that he was in the bathroom, heard Gianna come in, and then he realized he wasn’t in the right restroom. However, since she was already in there and they were alone, Leon presumed that Elijah just went ahead and asked her out then and there. It seemed like the logical turn of events, anyway. “Unfortunately, it sounds like she denied your advances. And look, I get it. Getting rejected sucks. I can only imagine what you must have been feeling. So I think it’s extremely likely you took out your frustrations on the stalls.” There was sympathy in Leon’s voice, trying to understand everything that went on.

”Is that what she told you?” A slight tinge of annoyance in his tone. Though she didn’t exactly blow the sexual harassment out of the water, this wasn’t exactly the ideal lie that he wanted to hear. This being said, he played along with Gia’s game. Sighing deeply, he let emotion seep into his voice to play the actor’s role, ”Yes, it’s true. I’ve pined for Gianna ever since I met her and her boyfriend years ago. I’ve only heard stories of her beauty, but I’ve ‘seen’ more than that in her. I can’t deny that I felt jealousy for my friend Vincent for being with her, but I held back and ever since he passed on...I waited, but I just couldn’t any longer. I found an opportunity, I took a chance, I was rejected, her love for him is still strong and even though he’s gone, she couldn’t see herself being with me.” He laid it on, not too thick, but convincing enough that if Gia could get away with such a lie, then he could follow suit. ”I’d never lay a hand on Gianna, but as for the stalls, no, they did not see my wrath. Again, it sounds like you’re making assumptions.” His tone fell back to neutral.

”Look, let’s forget about the stalls. At worst, I’ll say it was a crime of passion. You’re not going to get punished for it regardless, unless the Headmasters really want to. I don’t really get to decide what happens to who anyway, although I can strongly suggest a course of action to them.” he explained to the blind man. Leon understood how he felt, and he was certainly glad Elijah had opened up to him about this. ”Think of me as both a counselor and a security guard. I’m here to talk to people about what they’ve done wrong, or otherwise, and to understand what’s happened. Essentially, I resolve all manner of issues, while the Headmasters deal out the real punishments. I have a little authority, but not much.” The Wardens had always been seen as sort of the campus police, and it was kind of true but perhaps people thought they had more authority than they actually did. They were basically the Headmasters’ bitches and glorified interns to the real security officers.

”Anyway, the only thing I want to do with you is give you an exercise in… dealing with the ladies. Man to man. I don’t want another repeat of this whole ‘let’s ask them out in the bathroom’ scenario. That’s bad form.” Leon went on, getting to this man’s “punishment” as per Gianna’s request. ”So… I think the best way to do this is with a little bit of roleplaying. I’m going to pretend that I’m a girl of your liking. Don’t think too hard about this, just do what comes naturally to you.” This was going to be an awkward experience, to say the least, but he was going to do whatever it took to get Elijah straight on what was proper and what was not when it came to asking girls out.

He listened to everything the man said involving the Warden’s authority and how they dished out punishments, or rather the headmasters dished out punishments. He was silent the whole way through, that is until Leon decided to bring up his idea on roleplaying and asking girls out on ‘dates’. He sat there, still silent, processing what had just been said to this. He simply stated, ”You can’t be serious…” As far as Elijah was concerned, based on everything Leon had said, he was free to leave, why he decided to go the extra mile was beyond him. ”You’ve listed my crimes, you aren’t going to punish me for them, I believe our business is concluded.” Elijah went to stand up and head for the door.

”Wait. You’ve got an appointment with the Headmasters tomorrow at 8am, if they decide to go forth with any punishments. If not, you’ll receive an email. You’ll more than likely receive an email though.” he called out to the leaving man. He wasn’t going to stop Elijah from leaving, and internally he was glad he didn’t have to act. Otherwise, he might have given a god awful caricature of a woman. “But seriously, come to me if you have girl issues.” he added.

He paused at the door turning to face Leon again, pausing slightly, ”I think I’ll live without your tutelage, thanks.” Then he exited, closing the door behind him. Walking out into the lobby area he ended up finding both Lucas and Keats waiting. ”I believe you two are next…”

Divided We Stand

@lovely complex
Every guy except Leon. His harem grows daily.
#NiceGuyProblems

Divided We Stand

S Y L V I A, A M E L I A, & E L I A N A

Location; Arena → Bathroom → Main area/Training room of the Control Room
Interacting with; Each other _{@Legion02@Viciousmarrow}, with Eliana _{@lovely complex}, a short feature of Lucas at the end
Pained → Sickened → Intrigued → Euphoric → Horrified → Appreciative → Pissy → Annoyed → Guilty → Depressed → Grateful
Bothered → Concerned → Compelled → Lusty → Regretful → Resolute → Uncomfortable → Serious → Drained
Enthralled → A sudden recollection/Alarmed → Vexed → Impatient → Hysterical → Uneasy, nervous, freaking out → Fuming → God awful

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Amelia had a rather dazed look in her eyes for the entire time Sylvia was talking. The girl had already proven herself to be a massive bitch. Against a teacher no less! But then she turned around and tried to be nice to Amelia? It was the near literal definition of two-faced. How did Sylvia assume she’d react? Happy cause she warned her? Why would she even believe her in the first place? Bitchy people had the nasty habit of lying. And she had no doubt that that was exactly what she was doing now. In all honesty, she wanted to hit Sylvia too. Not just for being bitch, but for tarnishing a good man’s reputation. He was leader of the Wardens. How did Sylvia think Amelia would believe her!?

And then she got hit straight on the nose. By Kayla no less. The powerless girl. Amelia looked up shocked at the girl, completely surprised about what happened. But then the smell of blood hit her. The red liquid running from her nose instilled a hunger in Amelia. One she had to fight for a second. While in the same time she bent down to Sylvia. She may hate the girl, but she did just get hit which meant she needed treatment. “Sylvia. Sylvia! Look at me. C’mon, look at me. I need to see your nose. I just need to see your face.” She urged the fallen girl with a genuine caring voice.

It took Sylvia a moment to recognize what happened as the stars that danced around her head and the shock of the scenario faded away. Through the tears and blood that flew down her cheeks, she felt the pangs of rage and revulsion grow steadily. That Kayla bitch needed to pay for what she had done, but at the same time, she was so disgusted by the copious amounts of crimson ichor that totally drenched her. Sylvia rarely bled, especially not like this. The metallic scent was deplorable and sickening, enough to make her want to vomit. The curling sensation of nausea struck her like a hammer, and though the voice of Amelia implored her to look up at her, the redhead managed to get to her feet and flee to the nearest garbage bin. Not a moment later, she was retching up everything and anything she'd consumed today.

The vile concotion of gore and puke in the waste bin had Sylvia wanting to hurl again, but she managed to draw herself away from the awful sight before she could. A moment later, her body began fixing her broken nose at an astonishing pace, regrowing the broken fragments until it was straight and even once again. In fact, if it weren't for the blood smeared on her face, it appeared as if nothing had happened to her at all. Turning to Amelia, the mess of woman asked in an uncharacteristically weak voice, "...Can you help clean me up?" Though her nose was reformed, there was still a small, red stream flowing down her face and either onto the floor or onto her dress.

Leaving doubt that swarmed her mind out of her voice, she said: “Yes.” And took Sylvia by the hand, dragging her to the toilet. Where she quickly grabbed some toilet paper and began to help clean. Sylvia. The problem was though, that the blood started to smell intoxicating. Like a fine veal with roasted potatoes and thick gravy. With just a hint of wine or what Amelia could only imagine to be ambrosia. The drinks of gods. With a slight fixation she kept looking at the stains on Sylvia’s neck, even though she was helping to clean her up somewhere else, her eyes were glued to the scarlet spots.

“Lick it.” That would have been what Marcus told her. Her older brother was Delphina through and through. The villain known as Gheist often claimed a lady at a party. Whatever he did to her, Amelia didn’t think it was healthy for the girl. To his credit, he never went in much detail of his escapades. But when she confronted him about her own blood hunger he told her that he manages it in doses. Drinking from a plastic bag was nothing compared to drinking it directly from a source.

Right now, with the sent flooding her mind she couldn’t help but close her eyes and inch closer to the stains with the tip of her tongue out. Just a lick, she thought. Just a lick. She won’t feel it.

Sylvia was inspecting herself in the mirror of the bathroom, primping her appearance to perfection. The blood was gone from her face, though splotches still remained on her neck. No sooner had she noticed the remnants, Amelia was cautiously leaning in and... Was that her...! The redhead let out of a sharp gasp at the ever so slight sensation of the vampiress' tongue touched her neck. The eroticism of the situation had Sylvia's face turn beat red, her lips were agape, and her eyelids shut as she began to revel the experience. One of her hands laced themselves into Amelia's blonde locks, daring the woman to go further. "Don't leave a girl in anticipation now... Bite me." she purred, excitedly awaiting this new experience.

Her lust for blood took over. Its smell grew more delicious by every second. The moment when the tip of her tongue, laced with but a drop of fresh blood, reached her lips a slight shudder went through her. Suddenly her heartbeat went sky high. The fangs appeared. As she opened her eyes her pupils dilated completely, making her see so much sharper and so much more than she ever realized. A rush of intense hunger, lust and energy went through her. Would Sylvia have resisted, there was no telling just how brutal the event could have turned out. But the encouragement made Amelia take the gentle road. As she returned her lips close to the neck of Mayweather’s princess. With two soft pricks she pierced her delicate skin. The fangs released their hormones. Increasing the victim’s heartbeat. Making her feel an intense thrill. Amelia herself was also wrapped up in her fangs’ own rush. Gently she began to suck the fresh blood from the beautiful woman’s skin, feeling the fresh, hot blood hit her tongue send her up new heights of pleasure.

A bit too far, for Amelia to be used to. Her mind, fighting her vampiric nature the whole time, won her over for just a moment. But it was enough to force Amelia to open her eyes again. Suddenly, with the mind of someone human, she realized what she was doing. She pushed herself away from Sylvia in the moment of clarity. She held her hands before her eyes and turned around. Trying not to think about the blood. Trying not to smell the sweetest thing in life pouring from a girl just a few feet away. “Oh my god, i-I’m so sorry!” she said, frozen in shame, too afraid to look at Sylvia.

The redhead let out a quiet cry of pleasure when the vampiress let those sharp fangs of hers sink into the flesh of her neck. In tandem, sheer bliss ripped through Sylvia and she gripped the back of Amelia's head with a surprising amount of force, as if to keep the girl locked into place. It was like nothing she had felt before, a completely surreal occurence. Her legs quivered in excitement, and she was forced to grip the sink in front of her with her free hand to steady herself, otherwise the princess would have fallen to the floor. The onslaught of this heavenly delight had the woman completely devoid of thought, intently focused on the sensation that lanced through her.

Then it all faded away, and Sylvia's consciousness came flooding back to life. The vampiress was standing away, apparently ashamed of what had just transpired between the two of them. Panting, her chocolate orbs glanced over Amelia, a confused expression etched into her visage. "Why'd you stop? I regenerate, you know... I can't really bleed out." she pondered in between attempts to steady her breathing. However, a sudden downpour of guilt hit Sylvia like Kayla's sucker punch and an expression of horror gleamed off her. The image of Jenna flashed through her head, and all of a sudden she was strenuously pulling both her hands through her locks of red hair. "Shit! How am I going to explain this to Jenna..." Did this count as cheating?! Sylvia was quite worried about her relationship with the younger Lovelace, wondering how badly she had just screwed up. How could she have lost herself like this?!

So much went through her mind. A myriad of emotions. The high of her fangs were still fighting her rational mind. Trying to calm herself she tried to breathe slower. Forcing her heartrate to drop. It worked. But guilt and shame was still destroying her inside. That only got worse when she heard Sylvia asking herself how she’d explain that to Jenna. Another wave of guilty broke her down, but she forced herself to be strong. She had to be. Von Carsteins are proud and strong. Like a bastion the family had stood the test of time, of revolutions and of emotions. She wouldn’t be the one that couldn’t bare it anymore. With still blood red cheeks she turned around on her heel. She made a mistake. That was clear to her now. She let her vampirism take a hold of her. Now she would have to suffer the consequences. It wouldn’t be fair to let Sylvia take any harm out of this. She might be a bitch, and the hit from Kayla was definitely earned. But this, the biting, that was her fault.

“Sylvia…I-“ But when words had to be spoken, it suddenly felt so much harder. A heavy stone weighted her down. Guilt, but also fear. These were no small matters. Whoever this Jenna was, she wouldn’t take kindly to this incident. She took a deep breath again, forcing her mind to understand that this is what she would have to do. This was what it meant to be a hero. Not just helping people, but owning up to your mistakes. “Let me help explain it to your girlfriend. You-You’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve let myself go. Just.. Let me help explain what happened.” Before Sylvia stood a woman who had forced herself to be resolute. She looked confident, but pained. She wouldn’t let Sylvia bare the aftermath of the event alone.

The Princess of Mayweather was silently appreciative of Amelia's offer to assist her. Knowing Jenna, she'd most likely flip out in a jealous tangent if Sylvia tried to explain what happened, maybe even avoid her for a time. Sighing, the redhead decided it best to try and explain what the vampiress would be going up against if she really was serious about confronting Jenna. "Jenna is Eliana's sister... She can be very unyielding at times. Very unlike her sister, more like her mom. Um... yeah. She might try to fight you, depending on how angry she is." she informed the girl in front of her. "I think we might want to find Eliana. I'm assuming Jenna will be coming to pick us up for our shopping date." Sylvia bit her bottom lip and tried to think of where the eldest Lovelace daughter might be. Presumably, she didn't get too far from the arena. In fact, maybe she was visiting her mother? It was worth a shot. Shooting a questioning glance toward her new acquaintance, she pondered if Amelia was going to judge her for dating a 16 year old...

"So yeah. Let's check near Lovelace's office for Eliana. If she's not there, then I can call her. That might surprise her though. She doesn't know I have her number." Already starting off toward the bathroom door, Sylvia forgot all about the bloody splotches on her neck. There was no time to worry about that! Her relationship was in jeopardy after all!

Amelia took another deep breath and looked down. Such a tiny action, so much consequences. She didn’t want to hurt Eliana, yet it might have brought even more strain on the girl. Just when Amelia was getting to know the elder Lovelace a little. There was a distinct, deep regret on her face. She’d lie if she wasn’t afraid of what would happen. Both the Lovelaces would be very much in their right to hate her for her actions. Never the less, she was guilty, and would bear the consequences. “Yeah… Let’s go.” She faintly said. While trying to look not too far up. “I’ll take a punch if that’s what I’ll get.” In fact, she would prefer the punch over anything else really. In her short time at the infirmary aiding the nurse, it had looked as if physical injuries vanished quite swiftly. So she was counting on that. Though if they started yelling, she’d be far less capable of taking the hit. Her father used to yell at her, from time to time. She wished it would have made her stronger. But he left just enough time between each berating, sometimes even months, that it was rather like keeping an old wound from ever closing. The worst, however, would be silence. How she loathed cold glares and silence. Holding herself up a little more she strolled behind Sylvia.

With Elijah gone, Eliana needed to kill time while her mother was busy in a meeting. In her duffel bag, along with a change of clothes, was the Gothic Fiction Novel, The Phantom of the Opera, by the French writer Gaston Leroux. For five minutes, she delved deeper into the captivating story of a complicated love triangle, an obssessive 'angel of music', and a bewitching, clandestine, and dark journey for the female protagonist. She heard the arena door's push open, as she leaned against the wall beside her mother's office door. Gently licking her fingers, she turned the page over and let her green orbs roam the next page.

"Oh thank the heavens..." Sylvia muttered as she spotted the short Eliana, who was, of course, involved in one of those lame novels of hers. The girl didn't seem to have any interesting hobbies whatsoever. Ugh, She and Jenna really needed to spice this girl's life up, or she'd never find a lover. Marching up to the brunette, she placed both hands on her shoulders, closer to her than she ever had before. "Eliana! I... Well, we need your help."

The eldest Lovelace didn't hear two people approach her for she was enraptured with the story. She was at the part where the Phantom brought his pupil to his domain. The Music of the Night chapter. He shows her how infactuated he is with her. This leads to her discovering that he has a mannequin that resembles her exact features and it is adorned with a... WEDDING DRESS. Eliana had almost forgot about the wedding dress! When she was talking to Elijah, she could only remember she somehow got trapped in her closet and...

It was not until Eliana was touched on her shoulders that she heard the piercing voice of Sylvia. With a sigh of exasperation but also extreme alarm in her green orbs from the sudden remembrance of the dress she had found on her bed, she hastily glanced up from her book and looked at the people that stood before her. First, she took notice of the blood on the redhead's neck. Her gaze immediately trailed from the neck to her new friend, Amelia. Well, this was a strange view. She didn't realize they were friends. When Sylvia mentioned both of them needed help, Eliana felt her insides turn. Not only did she recall the dress from this morning but her colleagues had fear written all over their faces. The rich princess never came to her for help and somehow the problem involved Amelia?!

Before she dealt with this, Ellie needed to do something else before she forgot, "Hold that thought for one second!" After closing her book, Eliana put it away and sent out a text to the cruel man, who thought that sick joke was actually funny.

To: The Worst
You went too far. You're not funny.

Somehow, Lucas received her number. Ellie could choose to block it but then she wouldn't know if he was possibly cornering Milo or something. He liked to send her teasing texts occassionally. Sighing to herself, she put her phone away and brought her attention to Amelia and Sylvia, "Sorry... but yeah, before you two talk about anything let's go over there." She gestured toward the lounge, away from her mother's office. There was no need in risking her mother hearing whatever they had to say.

The sudden realization of how close they were to Mrs. Lovelace’s office made Amelia even more uncomfortable than she already was. Should the woman ever realize what just happened, she would have all the right to punish her. She couldn’t keep her powers in control after all. If only she had an inkling of self-control she wouldn’t be in this entire mess. But she had to lick, Sylvia. She had to lick the scarlet drops. Even now the two tiny spots were calling out for her. Forcing her gaze to fixate on Sylvia’s neck. Until she snapped out of it and pulled her vision to Ellie. Giving her a small, warry smile. But the blood kept calling, and she kept fighting it.

Amelia's eyes kept going to the blood, but Eliana wasn't going to point that out. With a tinge of jealousy, Ellie grabbed her duffel bag, not trusting to leave it behind, and acted like she didn't notice Amelia's fixation on Sylvia. Within time, they made it to a lounge area that was a good enough distance away from Mrs. Lovelace's office. No trouble at all!

As the trio moved away from Professor Lovelace's office, Sylvia's cellphone rang, blaring a catchy yet obnoxious electro-metal song. "What the fuck is this...?" she blurted out in obvious disgust. This wasn't her normal ringtone! Fishing for her phone in her purse, Sylvia answered and silenced the racket that draw unneeded stares. A crimson hue flashed onto the princess' cheeks, embarrassed by whatever the hell had just played. "Hello?"

A light chuckle escaped Eliana's lips, having a hunch on who changed Sylvia's ringtone. She turned her head to look at Amelia. She didn't want her to worry about whatever was on her mind, even if there was an unwarranted feeling inside her that made her want to slap Sylvia for putting Amelia in this position. Ellie's gaze was genuine and she gave her an expression that read: I'll understand. Whatever the issue was, Ellie wanted to believe it wasn't that bad. Even if it was, she didn't want Amelia to think it would jeopardize whatever they had. There was something about her new friend that she couldn't let go... unlike what she had with Elijah, Eliana felt like she could show Amelia sides of her she hasn't shown anyone. A weird connection, maybe?

Amelia wasn’t bad at reading expressions. She fully realized that Eliana’s face tried to make clear she wouldn’t be mad. How could she know that before she even knew what the problem was!? Well, maybe she did? To Amelia, Eliana was far more understanding over exceptional situations. Which came first as a bit of a surprise because she often looked as if she’d be the last person to fall in unique situations. But there was something grounded and rational while still kind and loving about Eliana. Amelia could only assume it had to come from experience. Still, she averted her gaze from Eliana, looking down at her feet while holding her fingers. Eliana may understand. But still, she may not. And if she understood or not, Amelia still felt the crippling shame. Mixed with strong desire that kept creeping out from the darkness of her mind.

"Sylvia, sweety, it's mommy."

The redhead huffed into the receiver. She knew what was coming. "Hey, mom. Are you calling about Cecilia's bullshit?" she retorted with an attitude.

"Honey, you've got to learn how to-"

"Mom, I don't care what the Headmasters or anybody says. Cecilia is a stupid bitch and I'm going to say it like it is."

"But, baby, that's not very nice. You should be more gentle and respectful."

"She's not nice to Jenna or I, so I have no reason to be. Jenna can't even be out after 8, like what the fuck? That's borderline abuse. I just want to spend more time with my girl-" she paused for second before she corrected herself. "..my best friend." Sylvia finished her complaint, spilling out some of the reasoning behind her hatred for Professor Lovelace.

Now looking ahead, Eliana narrowed her eyes. Why the hell was Jenna friend's with this girl? All Sylvia did was bash their mother, for what? Because her mother wasn't born into a rich family? We all have to start somewhere! Should I even be helping her?! Her fist balled up, as she tried to contain her inner rage for this dimwit.

"Just try to be a little nicer, please? The Headmasters really aren't pleased with some of your actions lately." her mother pleaded, not once reprimanding or scolding her daughter.

"Whatever. Also can you expel this cunt named Kayla Styles? She sucker punched me today and broke my nose for like no reason."

There was laughter on the other side receiver. Feeling humiliated, Sylvia's face twisted up in annoyance. "Kayla Styles? Isn't she tiny? Baby, are you sure you're talking about the right girl? I don't think Kayla could have done that to you..."

The redhead seethed at her mother's comment. "Elise, I fucking hate you. Don't call me anymore today. Also I'm not coming home tonight." With that, she hung up the phone, not even giving her own mom a chance to say goodbye. She was fairly sure that her company had heard everything, but she didn't really think that her behavior was much different from other mother-daughter conversations.

Amelia was in fact about to step in. Especially when Sylvia told her mother to expel Kayla Styles. Hasn’t she learned her lesson yet!? Did expelling mean so little to the girl? Expulsion could destroy people’s lives! Especially those of supers! Whatever Kayla’s super power was, she very much doubted she fully mastered it yet. That combined with an education not tailored for someone who could kill a person with ease if they wanted to, and something worse than a villain could emerge. Though she let out a sigh of relief when Sylvia’s mother appeared to have enraged her daughter. Though she was still disrespectful, she did hang up. Meaning Kayla might be spared the worst.

Still, the sheer disrespect towards her mother was absolutely baffling. Should she ever talk like that to her mother she’d get berated and grounded. Should she even dare raise her voice to her father like that she’d be smacked over her cheek before she could finish a sentence. How did this woman live!? In a strange way she pitied the girl. She grew up her whole life thinking she could talk to people like that. But sooner, rather than later, she’d graduate. From then on she’d get thrown in a world where speaking like that, to anyone, could mean losing your job, house or car. It felt weird, but she didn’t wish Sylvia a poor life.

Shaking her head in disapproval, Eliana placed her duffel bag on the glass table and sat her bottom on the white loveseat. Rubbing her hands together, she stared the two girls down, more so Sylvia than Amelia, "Alright, I'm listening."

Sylvia composed herself and breathed in deeply as she sat down next to Eliana, not exactly sure how to go about her next words. It didn't seem like Jenna had told Eliana about their relationship, which was probably for the best. Here she was now though, about to spill the beans. One of her digits twirled a strand of her nearly orange hair around anxiously. "So... um... You know I've been friends with Jenna for a long time, right? And that we're really close?" she began, eying the brunette for confirmation.

Crossing her arms and leaning back into the couch, unfazed and with an unreadable expression, Eliana muttered, "Sylvia. Get on with it."

Well, well. Apparently the nerd wasn't playing around today. Throwing her hands up in the air, Sylvia decided to get straight to the point. "I'm dating your sister, Ellie." That was about as easy of an explanation she could give. But next came the interesting part about telling her about herself and Amelia's uh... thing. Whatever that was.

Blinking and staring at the redhead for a moment or two, Eliana suddenly burst out in laughter. Covering her mouth, she didn't know if this was because she didn't know if she should believe it or this was a nervous breakdown. Wrapping her arms around her body, tears running down her cheeks, Ellie tried to let out a, "I'm.." Oh god if this was true her mother would kill both her and her sister, "-Sorry." Trying to gain her composure, she wiped the tears from her face and doubted, "No, seriously."

Eliana’s reaction sort of shocked Amelia. Who always assumed Eliana was a serious girl who knew when to make fun. Or was she utterly losing it. She felt as if she was spared some agonizing fact that made the situation far worse than she thought it was. Cause clearly, Eliana got pushed over some edge. Worry crawled into the nauseous soup of emotions that was becoming Amelia. Who fought now so hard to keep her composure herself. As she watched how Eliana was completely losing hers.

Was this bitch even taking her seriously? Eliana's outburst caused a snide curl of Sylvia's lips to twist into reality. "I'm not fucking around. I really like Jenna." she spoke harshly, but her demeanor soon changed. Her hand moved onto the brunette's knee, and she tried to seem as sincere as possible. "Look. I need your help. Amelia and I went to the bathroom because I was a mess, but then she... licked me and uh..." This was becoming extremely awkward to explain. "Like it wasn't sexual, but then she bit me and that felt really good, but I think Jenna might be pissed when she learns about this. I really don't want to ruin what I have with her."

There was the curling stomach feeling again. With a pale face, Eliana peered down at the hand on her knee. This... this was a lot of information. Moving her knee to the side so that Sylvia was no longer touching her, Ellie stood up and squeezed her way pass the two girls. She began to pace back and forth, "Oh man..." Her mind was going in circles, "How am I going to explain this to mother?" she asked herself. The whole erotic scene wasn't that big of a deal to her, but Sylvia dating Jenna. Oh no. Oh nononono. How was she going to solve this one? Think. Think. Think. Stopping for an instant, as if she were going to say something to them, Ellie shook her head and went back to pacing.

Amelia kept silent for now, letting Eliana and Sylvia fought out this one. The fact was that making their relationship was none of Amelia’s business. But then again, it was her transgression that seemed to force it to come out. She wanted to speak out against Eliana, telling her that forcing a ‘meet-the-parents’ was just a bad idea. Though it looked as if Eliana was far too stressed about the whole situation that she would listen. She kept herself out of the conversation for now, biding her time.

Jenna's sister was quickly becoming an absolute disaster concerning advice, as if she didn't even register what Sylvia was asking. Breathing out loudly, she crossed her arms in annoyance. "Why the fuck are you going to tell your mom anything? Are you going to help me or not?"

"Shut the fuck up, Sylvia." Darting her attention toward the redhead, Eliana glared tenaciously. Rarely did she curse, but when she did, the spite could be felt like snake's teeth digging into your skin. If she wanted her help, she needed to learn to keep her trap closed, "Unlike you, I respect my parents." Her green orbs locked with the brown eyes of her sister's lover, "My mom, whether you and Jenna like it or not, is going to find out. And it isn't going to be from me." Sylvia looked like she was going to say something but Eliana gave her a chilling glower, "You're going to learn how to listen if you want me to help your stupid ass." This situation was the worst. Calming herself down, Eliana clasped her hands together and smiled, "Let's deal with one problem at a time. Jenna will be here in 30 to 40 minutes, so you two are going to figure out how to tell her what you did. I may, or may not, intervene. If you want me to be honest, maybe you deserve her wrath. More so you, Sylvia, than Amelia. As her girlfriend you shouldn't have encouraged the situation. You know there's this thing called saying no."

This new side of Eliana was... surprising, to say the least, and it actually left Sylvia speechless. Depressed, even. Not sure what to say, she drew her long legs up onto the couch, wrapped her arms around them, and downcast her chocolate eyes to the ground. She should have denied the vampiress, but she was so caught up in the moment. Everything was a mess now, and it was all her fault. Yes, every word that Eliana spoke was completely right and deserved. She really was just a stupid whore who didn't deserve anything. Guilt and sadness overwhelmed the princess, completely breaking down on the spot. A torrent of tears rained down Sylvia's lily white cheeks as despair clawed its way into her soul, sucking her into the cold, black void. Where she had failed, maybe Amelia would have a better time talking to the brunette.

Amelia had a little bit too much of tough girl Eliana by now. She stood up, walked towards Eliana’s side of the lounge and sat down next to her. She hadn’t spoken until now, letting the fire of the conversation carry on and see what would happen. But now it was time to intervene. “Eliana.” She started, dead serious. “Sylvia and I came to you because we need your help to explain what just happened to Jenna. I’m not asking this as your friend. I’m asking it from you because you’re the sister of Jenna.” She looked at Sylvia, who looked positively destroyed by now. The pity inside of her only grew. She inched closer to Eliana, whispering: “Not too long ago you were on the edge of breaking down too, remember? Now help another girl who’s almost broken.” She said, more gentle than her first words. Showing she genuinely cared about Sylvia, but also about Eliana. She then turned back to her friend, whispering: “I know you’re mad at her. I know the situation is.. Well.. fucked-up. But forcing Jenna and Sylvia to tell Mrs. Lovelace is only going to hurt all three parties involved. Don’t do this to her. Don’t do it to your sister. Don’t abuse this situation.” Those last words, while still spoken gently, were dangerous. Pointing out a friend to their flaws was always risky business. More so to people who just became friends. Still, Amelia had to say it. They came to Eliana for help, and so far Sylvia only received judgement and got worked even deeper into trouble. That wasn’t fair.

Amelia began to feel the emotional drain upon her. And she still had to face off against this Jenna. Whoever she may be, she expected Sylvia’s girlfriend to be angry as hell. Amelia was pretty determined to face the music. But still, it would be a blow to her emotional state. Could she take one more? She couldn’t be seen crying now. Looking worried was bad enough, but she had to show everyone around her she was strong enough to weather this. That she was strong enough to get through anything. Even if it meant breaking alone, she had to prove everyone around her just how tough she was.

From Sylvia's tears to Amelia's begging, Eliana, who was now sitting on the loveseat beside the vampiress, felt like the worst human being alive. Her day started off terrible and with that, she took it out on someone that needed her help. Her right leg moved up and down nervously, "Alright... I'll help." This was all too much for Eliana to handle in one single morning. Lucas playing a creepy trick, her mother taking away Charlotte from her, Sylvia dating her 16 year old sister, without a doubt sleeping together, and Amelia seeing a side of her that wasn't... attractive.

Ellie doubted Jenna would react badly about this but it was always good to make sure if she did, since her sister was a wild card, that she was there to ease the anger. It was the whole... Jenna was dating behind her parents' backs that bothered her the most. It wasn't her place to tell her sister and her lover to tell their parents what they've been doing but she knew her mother would find out. She always did. Whether it was what Brenna did to Eliana during their highschool years or Eliana going on ONE date with Elijah... her mother always found out. Her stomach continued to sink with the realization that her mother may be aware of her feud with Lucas. How would she explain that one? Cupping her face with her hands, she muffled, "I have to meet up with Minako really quick... so I guess that means you're going shopping with us, Amelia."

With dread, grief, and just a flood of emotions, she picked up her phone and texted the Matriarch in her family.

To: Mother
Jenna and I are going shopping, can we have our meeting sometime later? I can call you when we get back? Well....that's assuming you're okay with me leaving school grounds.

Putting her phone away, she stood up, "I'm going to the library, if you guys want to come."

Sylvia was entirely grateful when Amelia stood up for her, intently watching the woman persuade Eliana to their side. Wiping her tears away, the redhead flew over and hugged Eliana, which made the antisocial girl freeze. "Thank you so much, Ellie. Maybe you're not so bad after all..." she whispered, her voice a little hoarse from her sobbing. The mention of the library visibly had Sylvia cringe though, and she immediately backpedaled away from the shorter woman, as if she had some kind of disease. "Uh... No thanks. The library is for... well, uh... people like you. No offense." Her attention turned to Amelia, who was also wrapped in a thankful embrace. Trembling, she squeezed tight and buried her head into the girl's chest, quite clearly about to breakdown again. No one had ever helped her like this! At least, not willingly... "I love you guys. You girls are the absolute best." For once, she was actually being gushy and appreciative for what she was handed. More sobs emanated from the princess, lost in an emotional turmoil, and her crystalline tear drops splattered all over the vampiress' flesh.

Slow clapping echoed through the lounge. Coming from the doorway. There, against the frame stood Lucas. The devil in disguise. Clapping his hand slowly with a wicked grin all over his place. “Now this has been absolutely touching. The Mayweather princess in tears! Good lord, what brought you so low girl? No, don’t tell me.” He looked with snake eyes at Sylvia. “I’ll discover it myself.” His voice sounded very overconfident. With a sort of theatrical flair he began to walk towards the group. Slowly but with evil glee in every step. “And Amelia. Guilt looks good on your face. I never thought some high up von Carstein could feel guilt. Your brother certainly didn’t.” he sneered. Despite what many would have assumed, Gheist and Twilight were not on good terms. Marcus often taunted Lucas’ ladyless side on any party. Obviously hitting a sensitive nerve. But taking on the senior last year would have been suicide. So now he obviously took it out on his sister. As for the final, he turned his wicked gaze at Eliana. ”Now you.” He made dramatic twirl, making sure Mrs. Lovelace wouldn’t momentarily appear from her office before he locked eyes with the other Lovelace again. “As much as I absolutely love ruining your life. I didn’t pull any pranks on you. Not yet. Though, as it appears now. You’re pretty good at becoming a disaster yourself.” With that said, he stood right in front of the three. Looking like a 9 year old boy who just got told to ‘go nuts’ at the candy section. He took a long look at the three girls. Each in a very different but equally horrible state.

After which he twirled around again and walked out of the lounge. Once outside he pulled his phone. He had stumbled upon the emotional downpour equal to the Niagara waterfalls a little before he announced his presence. Right in time to shoot an nice video of Sylvia hugging Lovelace and von Carstein. From his vantage point he could see the red lines on Sylvia’s cheeks by her tears. The 10 second vine went straight to Delphina Times. He honestly only wanted to get back at Lovelace. But with Sylvia humiliating him like that so publically. Well, how could he resist? Who knew that going to Mrs. Lovelace complaining why some vigilante like Leon dared calling him would yield such a great film? He definitely felt happy enough now to just straight up face Leon.

Divided We Stand

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