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[ Tamara Emrys Lyre | 18 | Female ] -- moroi

[ Evander Daryl Keem | 16 | Male ] -- dhampir

[ Arvylle Lestrade Feiyah | 18 | Female ] -- strigoi

[ Aaron Phillipe Debois | 18 | Male ] -- alchemist

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You could say that the first thought to enter the mind of the dark haired girl was simple; find a solution. The real problem--don't get her started. Blinking the remainder of sleep from her eyes, Tamara turned over to see what time it was before groaning softly. School routines had never been her forte, and waking up early was simply part of it. Lips pursed, she threw back her covers and began making her daily preparations for school.

Other than that first thought, her mind had managed to progress to the source of the problem: Alaric. She and another Strigoi, Arvylle Feiyah, were currently searching for a means to end the very essence of being Strigoi without killing them. In all honesty, she wasn't seeing a whole lot of options outside of death, but this was Ric. She had to find something, some way for this to end. Her mind now heavy with the tremendous mission she set herself on, she sighed and straightened her blouse before walking out to begin her day.

She was supposed to be protected by an alchemist named Sage, or something like that. She supposed the girl, or guy, would likely be watching her every move, thus making finding the cure that much more impossible. She understood the purpose of her protectors, but she figured she could protect herself well enough when the time came.

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Evander is not one known for his proper sleeping schedule, or being able to keep one. So finding him in odd places, passed out, is nothing new. Especially in his current position, leaning against a wall and sound asleep. When the door to his left opened, he was jostled awake and into movement down the hall like he'd never been asleep. Rubbing his eyes wasn't something that he needed to do either, all vestiges of sleep gone in seconds.

If he was correct, the door that he paused at next was that of Aaron, and would only mark the beginning of another long day that he wasn't exactly excited for. Don't get him wrong; learning to kick ass was fun, but only to a certain extent. It didn't take kindly to the muscles. Knocking, his fist slammed right into Aaron's forward, causing the smaller boy to let out a yelp and stumble back.

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Staring at herself in a small hand mirror, Arvylle sighed dejectedly. She didn't have much to keep her busy, and most of the time her thoughts were on ripping someone's throat out with her teeth. She'd come incredibly close to doing so a few times already, but she wasn't sure the whole experience would be…clean, and getting dirty was not an option. With another sigh, she put away the mirror and placed her chin in her palms as she watched the other students pass her by. She wasn't sure how long she'd kept this façade up, but it was infuriatingly difficult.

She was certainly stronger than those around her, so it would be nothing at all to just lay into every single one of them. The main problem she was presented with was the Guardians, and their lightening fast responses to threats. They'd lost too many royals recently, and so they were now all on high alert. Which meant that feeding on anyone here would definitely get her killed. Which was a major no-no in her book.

Wetting her lips, she contemplated seeking out Tamara, the Moroi royal with some weird fascination with finding a cure for the Strigoi. She'd never found out the reason behind it, but didn't really care all that much.

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It was suffice to say that his head killed. He wasn't sure how much strength Ev had decided to use, but it sure as hell felt like he intended to break the door. Run-ins like this were not unusual, but they usually left him bruised and battered. Which showed. And hurt. A lot. Wincing as he brought his hand to his forehead, Aaron glared sharply at Evander before shoving past him. Now that two of them were together, they had to find Patch.

Patch was none of Aaron's official concern just yet, but on a personal level, he had every right to be concerned. They'd been friends for ages, and even if he were assigned to protect him, he'd still do it. That, and he needed advice on a certain personal matter. No, not his younger step sister, but more so her partner. It's safe to say that he'd been interested in Sage for quite some time, which was just pathetic.

Believe him, he had tried many times to get her attention, but she didn't really seem all that in to him. He wondered why, until he saw the guys he hung around. Not much room for him to get attention, in his opinion.

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Tamara flinched at the banging on her door, though she was used to it by now. She lifted her gaze over to the door, grabbed her bags, and figured she might as well walk out of the room before Matt decided to break down the door. She wasn't particularly close to the dhampir, but she seemed nice enough. She took her job pretty seriously, which was nice considering it was getting dangerous. But, again, Tamara could most definitely protect herself if need be. Suffocating someone wasn't exactly that hard for her, if you got what she meant.

Pulling open the door with the hint of a sour expression, she strode past Matt and proceeded to direct herself to the cafeteria for breakfast. She had quite a bit of work to do today, including finding a creative new way to escape the watchful eye of her protectors. She understood that this task--insanely stupid task--was next to impossible, but she could at least rty, right? Maybe. She heaved a sigh glumly and began to think of all the ways that would be best for her.

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His brows shot up at the not so new sight of Patch walking towards his room. Evander was well aware of his friend's nightly activities, and while he felt it was just a tad bit wrong, he wasn't actually sure his opinion would deter him from continuing his usual routine. Instead, he shook his head and laughed, leaning back on the door frame as he waited for Patch to change.

Classes were likely to be pretty lax, but then again, he had a few of them with Patch. It wasn't likely for any of the teachers to go easy on the two of them, primarily because of his friend. Evander, on the other hand, would be caught into the conflict via defense and excuses. It may be tiring, but it was somewhat entertaining from his point of view.

One of things that he wondered, though, was how different it might be for people who weren't in their situation. i.e. human. But, that was a thought to be saved for another time. "Fix your tie," he reprimanded when Patch walked out of his room.

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One of the few things that managed to keep Arvylle at bay were the thoughts of seeing Patch. She didn't exactly have any exclusive rights to the boy, and had surprisingly not been on the list of females he'd managed to bed. She couldn't say that she wasn't jealous of this fact, but nowadays, it wasn't much of an option. Truthfully, she'd liked to ogle him from a distance these days, since getting too close would get her too excited and she'd likely lose her shit and start biting people.

Which was another thing on her list of no-nos. She spotted the black hair of Tamara bobbing in time with the smaller girl's quickened gait, and felt that her morning might just be looking up. They'd agreed to speak to each other only if they had information, or if they were alone. Appearances had to be kept up, after all. So when the dark-haired girl whizzed past her, Arvylle sighed and felt that bit of hope crumble.

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"Just his tie," Aaron questioned, finally recovering from Patch's earlier remark, "and I'm working on it. Sorta. Not really, no. It's a lot harder than you think." He was pretty sure he was fumbling around with his excuses. That, and if they let him, he would likely just keep rambling. So, he shut himself up before they could force him to, or something along those line.

Rocking back on his heels, he trailed after the two of them. "Can we just talk about this for a minute? Not the whole thing with Sage--her name is Sage, by the way, Patch. Not babe, though she totally is one--but these new rules," he sputtered on, "I'm not so sure I can handle some of the new rules."

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