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(group member since Nov 10, 2018)

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Hunter sat in his desk with his elbows resting on the surface of it and his hand holding his head up. He was staring up ahead to the teacher who went on about chemicals and their charges and paring... and some other shit that he lost track of. Personally, he didn’t care about them. It wasn’t because he was dumb, because he wouldn’t even be in this class in the first place, but he was just really bored and listening to the teacher go on and on was starting to make him sleepy.
In fact, his body was starting to get sore from the position he’s been in so he moved to stretch out his arms. As he did so, he pushed his notebook forward a little which in turn pushed his pencil at the end of his desk off, making roll on the ground before him to stop under a students chair. Shit.
Looking up to see who it was, Hunter found Lena, which made him smile. At least it was her and not someone he didn’t know. “Yo! Lena.” He called out for her in a hushed voice. “Can you get my pencil. It rolled under your chair.”

“C’mon. You can’t do that. Please.” Elizabeth begged again even though he said he could do whatever he wanted. Wasn’t it enough that she was going to be his personal assistant and be around him? What more does he want from her? She was going to get hell from her family for what she did, and it was all an accident in the first place. But it seemed like he was determined on doing what he wanted, and after handing her everything she needed he left her. She looked down to her schedule, groaning at the times he picked. I can’t believe I’ll have to see him again. She thought miserably. She looked over his business card that held his name, and read it aloud to herself. “Ryland Baines.” This was her personal devil, that was for sure. With a sigh, she got up and left the shop.

Vee bit the inside of her cheek to refrain from lashing back at her. If she was a good sister, she would have payed more attention to her when she needed her. She wouldn’t have left the house. She would know originally when she needed to be there for her. So she didn’t want her now, even though she needed her now. She needed someone now because she was all alone.
But that wasn’t to say she was ever close to her before Norman died. Even then, Vee had Norman and didn’t care for her sister, especially when she believed her parents favored Lydia more. It was always about her. Be like Lydia. Think like Lydia. She’s perfect.
Vee just ignored everything her sister said, not caring for the bonding time she spoke about because she knew it wouldn’t work. It never did. Instead, she just moved around the kitchen as she prepared dinner.

And I would say good luck with the heat, but I’m sure your already used to it. I’m from New York so whenever I go down south I’m like “dead god” even though originally I’m from Yemen were it gets hot.

@jenna I just went a head and made a new one Is it okay if u post first please.
@Jupiter yeah! Let’s do it. And we could have it end up with romance since he’s still free. Where do we have them?
@devotion sounds good. Should we have them meet in the woods? Or somewhere public?



Anyone? I have ...
Troy Sibily, an asshole Worlock
Vee Sky, a kind but distant new vampire
Ian Blackwell, a doesn’t give a fuck vampire
Isabella Santiago, a sweet curious human
Elizabeth Asher, a stubborn sarcastic fire bender
Anna Remington, a shy but kind mermaid
Hunter Landon, a friendly werewolf

Elizabeth waited for him to do everything else. She just watched his movements as he jotted down what he needed to. She couldn’t stop thinking of how bad she screwed up. It made her angry, actually, because of how things turned out, but also embarrassed and afraid. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this way because it wouldn’t help her current situation. But that was hard to do. To distract herself from how she felt, she started to think about him, whose name she still didn’t know, and how he may not be a human. She was tempted to bring it up. Maybe he would help her figure out what she is exactly. Well, she knew she was a fire bender, but wanted to know more about it, and if there were others like her.
However, those thoughts left when he brought up talking to her guardians. The color drained from her face and her eyes widened. “No... you can’t do that.” She tells him, slightly freaking out from the inside. “I’m eighteen. There’s no need to tell them. I’m my own guardian.” Elizabeth was quick to explain. But she was still afraid that he wouldn’t listen so she added, “Please, don’t tell them. They already have problems of there own. Please, I’m already going to pay you back.” Elizabeth begged him as he pale blue eyes followed him around when he moved.

Sebastian chuckled nervously when she pointed out that it had sounded like he was using her nickname, when in reality, he kind of had. “That’s a cute nickname. I’ll probably start using it, actually.” He teased. At least that would give him an excuse to why he says it next time.
Sebastian knew she was lying about being great. With the way he sees her parents constantly on her and her school work and exams adding onto her, she was definitely stressed. But once again, he wasn’t supposed to know that. So he couldn’t bring it up, even though he wanted to assure her she could handle everything. “That’s good.” He gave her a warm smile regardless of what he thought.
Sebastian’s smile widened when she brought up the New Years ball, thinking it was a perfect moment to bring up his question. I should just ask her to be my date. She needs someone. Maybe she’ll say yes to me. But what if she said no? Sebastian debated internally. He really wants to go with her, and he knew this was his chance. I should just do it! Taking a deep breath, Sebastian straightened up and was about to ask her. “I am excited about it. Actually, I was-” But then her thing slipped from her bag and she was moving to get them.
“Not at all. Here, let me help you with that.” Sebastian knelt down next to her and started to gather her stuff. His gaze fell into the binder that had pictures of him... well, him in his animal form. “Who’s this?” He asked about the pet, wanting to see what she’ll say about him.