Taunton Academy

[Karameida]

The main building.​

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Taunton Academy,
A building built using the foundation and crumbling remains of the old Asylum.
The darkness and haunts that wandered the halls of the Asylum,
Now run through the halls of the Academy.
Watch where you step, you may meet the "darkness" that has rumored to have already taken so many lives.

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[darkangel76]

Name/Nickname : Emilie Ravenhurst
Attire : Navy blue cotton top (shows off tummy); dark blue skinny jeans; black leather belt; black boots; earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy (wandering the halls).
Time : Night
Tagging : Anyone.
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Normally the ominous structure that loomed in the distance gave off a strange vibe to Emilie every time she approached it. But right now, her thoughts were too wild for her to care or dwell on it. She had a singular focus--to get inside at all costs. So as the stone walls of the academy grew closer and closer the more she ran, a feeling of warmth began to build and spread over her tiny body. It was an odd thing to be sure, but a welcome one so she let the waves of relief come and wash over her, bathing her with comfort as she made her way back to where she hoped to feel safe.

As Emilie raced up the steps, she didn't even bother to open the main door in order to enter. After all, why bother when you can phase? Running through it, her body re-materializing on the other side, she wasted no time running through the halls. Immediately, she began to breathe a bit easier, already feeling safer and better now that she was inside. Almost instantly, her thoughts took another shift and she began to head toward the bathroom.

Once Emilie found it, she phased through the door and walked up to the sink, her hands moving to turn on the water. She adjusted the temperature, wanting it to be warm. Not hot. Once it was perfect, she filled her hands with soap and worked up a lather. Her dark eyes fixed on the way the soap bubbles formed on her hands and instantly her lips turned up into a small smile.

"Much better," Emilie whispered. "Much... better..." At that she finished up and headed back out into the halls.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Name/Nickname :Mike “Scout” Johnson
Attire : A plain leather jacket, denim jeans, heavy boots and a white shirt.
Location :Taunton Academy (Halls)
Time : Night
Tagging :​

Mike stood in one of the many halls of the academy. He held his pocket knife in his right hand, and was looking at his left. He opened it's folding blade, and slowly pressed it's point into the tip of his index finger. He watched the blade as it pressed against his flesh. He couldn't feel much beyond the pressure of its point digging into his skin. He shook his head and pulled the blade back before he cut himself. He collapsed the blade and tucked it back into his pocket.

His red eyes glowed with a dull light as he looked up and cracked his neck. It was quiet right now, hardly anyone was about. He liked it that way. The fewer people, the less he had to deal with. Ever since his death, he'd been getting more detached, perhaps it was just because he knew he shouldn't really be here, but something else was lingering in the back of his mind. He couldn't remember what it was, but it was nagging at him. He wondered if it had something to do with his sense of touch fading out.

Mike thought he heard something and looked down the hall and turned his head. He saw one of the girls standing there. He'd seen her a couple times, but didn't know much about her. He really didn't know much about anyone here. He kept to himself, and let things take there course. The few people he'd talked to had found him too despondent to bother with. Not that any of them could really understand what he was feeling. How many of them had to deal with their body slowly ceasing to work normally.

 

[darkangel76]

Name/Nickname : Emilie Ravenhurst
Attire : Navy blue cotton top (shows off tummy); dark blue skinny jeans; black leather belt; black boots; earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy (wandering the halls).
Time : Night
Tagging : Anyone; Mike.
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As Emilie began walking through the halls, her eyes were first drawn to her hands. They felt better after having run them through the warm water. It was as if she'd managed to rid them of those horrid things she'd seen lining the path up the mountains. Only, she hadn't truly removed anything. She'd never touched those rotting bodies, those impaled by those natural stakes that lined the trail she'd only found the other night. Funny. What she'd hoped could be a game, a means to self challenge, was no longer proving to be fun any longer. Suddenly, her dark eyes shifted and they found themselves focused on the bruises that blossomed over her pale flesh.

Emilie scowled softly just then, her thoughts running slightly wild with self disappointment and self loathing. Truly, she was a wretched individual who was good for nothing. She could barely walk a trail without panicking. Then again... how many were lined with... A shiver ran along her spine and she felt another urge to wash her hands come upon her. She shook her head and brought her hands to her thighs instead, allowing them to rub against them several times over before finally letting them drop to her sides. She felt hopeless--a jittery mess who was lost in a world much bigger than herself.

Suddenly, Emilie heard a soft scuffle, her head turning in the direction of the sound. She recognized the man standing there across the way, though they'd never actually spoken to one another. Then, that was often the way at Taunton, or so it seemed, but she also hadn't been there for very long. He had an odd way about him and seemed to cherish his privacy and alone time. She wondered what had him out and about at such a late hour... was it for reasons similar to her own? A need to get out and feel like you belonged somehow? That there weren't those out there judging and possibly pursuing and hoping for your demise? She could only wonder, could only speculate. The only way to find out was to...

"H-hello," Emilie said, her voice soft and shy. "My name is Emilie." Slowly, she walked toward the man. Biting down on her lip, she brought her arms up and hugged her middle. Once a few feet away, she gave him a smile. "Nice night for walking, isn't it?"

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Name/Nickname :Mike “Scout” Johnson
Attire : A plain leather jacket, denim jeans, heavy boots and a white shirt.
Location :Taunton Academy
Time : Night
Tagging :[/ b]Emilie​

Mike quirked an eyebrow at Emily. Was she talking to him? He checked the hall again real quick, but didn't see anyone else nearby. He shuffled his shoulders nervously, looking down and away from the girl. Did she not recognize that he was just a possessed corpse, or was she somebody who legitimately didn't care? Either way the sudden contact with a person was making him feel uneasy.

"Mike...” His voice was low and nervous. It didn't sound threatening, but there was definitely an edge to it. As she approached him, he took a couple steps away, trying to maintain a certain distance. Though he watched her carefully, he never made direct eye contact. Everyone around this place was crazy in one capacity or another, but some of them just felt off in comparison.

“I suppose it would depend on what you thought a nice night was. I just like it because there aren't a lot of people around. Fewer watchful eyes.” +e looked away from her, and pulled his pocket knife from his pants again, and flicked the blade open. He started pressing its tip into his other fingers to check the sensation he had remaining.

 

[PrinceAltair]

Current form
Name/Nickname :Drake Silverra
Attire : Black shirt, Black jeans, two crystal necklaces, Black sneakers, and two crystal earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy(First Floor Lobby)
Time : Night
Tagging : Mike and Emilie
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"Taunton academy eh?" Drake lingered on the first floor lobby just watching... calculating. He eyed a few students as they grazed through the hallways and went about their business. Drake had come to Taunton to feed on the many students that lived on the campus. But also to expand on his power. He enrolled as a simple demonic boy that had a simple addiction. In the eyes of humans he was extraordinary. He left his history a mystery although he knew it wouldn't stay like that forever. Eventually the demonstration of such raw evil power would catch somebody's attention. However Drake didn't intend on purposefully showing how much power he wielded. If it went public then so be it, if not he would be perfectly fine. He preferred doing this bitter part of his work in the dark. The shadows suited him well it comforted and nursed him.

Speaking of which called to him now. He slowly began to fade back out of the middle of the lobby towards dark corners. It was there that his presence was masked and he was lost from view. "Lets see what else this school has to offer." Drake could generally pick up on what gift each student had just by looking at them. It was from that, that he could gauge just how much energy he could obtain from them. Some students were just slightly better than the average human. Some were way better which was much more appealing. And on that rare occasion some were in another league of their own. Eventually Drake's ultimate goal was to seduce and drain those rarer students. But he wasn't even remotely close to a regular Incubus. Being sheltered in the human world for so long put him at a disadvantage. Either way it didn't matter because Drake didn't mind starting from the bottom. He had all the time in the world.

Drake decided to move deeper into the academy and choose a random hall to follow. Flowing with the shadows he slipped into corners, behind curtains, and along the ceiling. Occasionally he could get a little fancy. A book bag might have been slightly open and he would slip inside a dark compartment. Or even slip into someone's shadow and follow behind them invisible to any untrained eye. While he was having fun toying with the students he decided to start marking down the ones he wanted to start with. After compiling a nice list he landed on a female that he couldn't read. Her gift must have been slightly more unique. She was talking to another male although Drake could have cared less. Still he slipped up against the opposite facing wall in full view waiting, listening, and watching the two. He stared hard his normally blue eyes changing to a dangerous crimson red.

 

[darkangel76]

Name/Nickname : Emilie Ravenhurst
Attire : Navy blue cotton top (shows off tummy); dark blue skinny jeans; black leather belt; black boots; earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy (wandering the halls).
Time : Night
Tagging : Anyone; Mike, Drake.
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Emilie tilted her head as Mike looked at her with mistrust, almost recoiling as if she were a monster in the night. Had she offended him with her comment? Her lips twisted into a frown at the notion and she looked down at her wrists, the bloom of bruises giving her comfort as she stared at them. She didn't know why his reaction bothered her. Perhaps it was the strength of it all, knowing just how unapproachable and untouchable she truly was. He was making it quite clear, just like all the others... and it hurt... the ache inside churning and roiling, threatening to take over as the urge to smash her wrists against the railing became stronger and stronger.

No. No. Emilie wouldn't do that. She wouldn't share that with this new person. He wouldn't understand. After all, he provoked the urge in the first place. At that, she gave Mike a shrug and did her best to tamp down all the emotions she suddenly felt inside. Swallowing hard, she felt another strange sensation. She and Mike were not alone any longer. There was another with them. She turned her head and squinted her eyes trying her best to make out the figure that was watching them in the slightly darkened light of the halls.

"Hello," Emilie finally said, hoping he might be a little more receptive and help wash away these morbid thoughts that now came to the forefront of her mind. "My name is Emilie. Nice night for walking." As she looked over at him, a shiver ran along her spine causing her body to shudder slightly and she suddenly felt oddly embarrassed of her bruises and brought her arms behind her back.

 

[PrinceAltair]

Current form
Name/Nickname :Drake Silverra
Attire : Black shirt, Black jeans, two crystal necklaces, Black sneakers, and two crystal earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy(First Floor Lobby)
Time : Night
Tagging : Mike and Emilie
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Much to his pleasure it didn't take to long for the female to notice him after he released himself from most of the shadows. Drake could see that she devoid of any threat... at the moment at least. The students in this school were a little loopy and some even off the hinges completely. To interact one had to be careful. Drake especially had to be careful because he could have easily sent somebody running for the hills with his dark presence. His red eyes glowed and his lips parted to display pearly white teeth. His canines were notably longer than usual. He gathered the shadows around his body until only his glowing eyes were visible. Astonishingly the shadows seemed alive and crawl across his body together they glided across the hall until he was standing a reasonable distance away from Emilie. "Why hello there." He kept his feral but naturally seductive smile.

His eyes roamed over her body notably she had her hands behind her back now. Peculiar. "Ah yes it is a nice night for walking. But also a nice night to get into mischief. However for the sake of first appearances I think I'll tone it down some."

 

[darkangel76]

Name/Nickname : Emilie Ravenhurst
Attire : Navy blue cotton top (shows off tummy); dark blue skinny jeans; black leather belt; black boots; earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy (wandering the halls).
Time : Night
Tagging : Anyone; Mike, Drake.
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A shiver ran along Emilie's spine as she watched this new person. He had an odd way about him, one she couldn't explain. Just then she shuddered as if a chill had passed through her. Almost instantly, she brought her arms about her middle as if hugging herself for warmth. Her skin broke out into goose bumps, causing her to giggle nervously. Giving the new man a smile, she allowed her hands to rub at her arms rather briskly, desperately trying to rid them of the tiny bumps that had formed on her flesh. After a few seconds, she placed her hands behind her back once more and rocked on her feet a bit.

"Mischief?" Emilie then asked. "Just what sort of mischief do you have mind?" She turned to look at Mike figuring that if she made him nervous and apprehensive, ready to slink back in recoil, that this new person did so in droves. He definitely had a presence and it was strong, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Biting down on her lip, she looked into the strange eyes of the newcomer. "What's your name?" she asked. "Or should I just call you 'mischief-maker'?"

At that, she looked down at the floor beneath her feet, her cheeks reddening with a slight tinge of heat. Out of sheer nervousness, she let one of her hands drop to her side and reach up to touch her hair, her fingers absently twisting themselves in her dark locks as she stood there. Peering up, her eyes found the newcomer's and she smiled at him.

"Though you don't want to get into too much trouble," Emilie added, tilting her head a bit. "I don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you new to Taunton?"

 

[PrinceAltair]

Current form
Name/Nickname :Drake Silverra
Attire : Black shirt, Black jeans, two crystal necklaces, Black sneakers, and two crystal earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy(First Floor Lobby)
Time : Night
Tagging : Mike and Emilie
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Drake felt his presence disturbing the young lady and decided to be nice and quell such a dark and mysterious thing. He also blinked a few times and his eyes remained red with the curiosity she had in them. He let the shadows disperse from his body and they seemed to crawl away like a scorned dog. He attempted to try to lose his dark seductive smile and try a warmer much more welcoming one. "Mischief? I didn't expect you to be interested in the darker side to life. You seem rather... tame. Yeah tame is a nice word."

His smile was now gone at the interest in just what kind of mischief he wanted to get into. "That's Mr. Mischief-maker to you." He chuckled softly. "Actually my name is Drake Silverra if your actually that interested in knowing it." A sense of giddiness came over him briefly. He was toying with food like he wouldn't seduce her back to her room and toss her on the bed. The feral sounds that would have been heard from that room would have driven the entire floor mad. Just the thought if it made him tense as it provoked primal instincts in him. His eyes even fixated on her body like any predator would to prey.

It took a moment to calm down a recollect himself. However there was still an edge there that he wanted so badly to go over. "I don't mind getting into trouble no matter how deep. It doesn't phase me in the least." He was a hell spawn so of course chaos and havoc didn't disturb him. "Yes I am actually do you plan on giving me or tour or something? Maybe starting with your room?"

 

[darkangel76]

Name/Nickname : Emilie Ravenhurst
Attire : Navy blue cotton top (shows off tummy); dark blue skinny jeans; black leather belt; black boots; earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy (wandering the halls).
Time : Night
Tagging : Anyone; Mike, Drake.
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Emilie smiled shyly, her cheeks reddening just a bit. Behind her back, her fingers moved about her wrists, testing their width and sliding along them. She could feel the tenderness where she donned her bruises, but no matter... at least the bloom of black and blue looked pretty with her tattoos. She just hoped no one noticed. And though she didn't want to start the tour at her room, the more she thought on it, the better it seemed to perhaps pick up a sweater or cardigan to cover things up. At least for the moment. It was odd. For some reason, she was feeling exceptionally embarrassed by her injuries. More so than usual.

"Well, Mr. Drake Mischief-Maker, I can give you a little tour," Emilie began. "I don't mind. But my room is hardly anything special. It's rather boring actually." She could feel her cheeks burning as she shifted her dark eyes to the shadowy floor. "But we can stop there on our way. I..." her voice trailed, her fingers caressing her bruises behind her back. "I wouldn't mind picking up a cardigan or something before we start." At that, she looked over at Mike and gave him a tiny wave and a nod. "See you," she said softly, her tone indicating that she was sorry she'd bothered him. Turning back to Drake, she tilted her head. "And I'm not tame," she added. "I just don't like causing too much of a stir."

 

[PrinceAltair]

Current form
Name/Nickname :Drake Silverra
Attire : Black shirt, Black jeans, two crystal necklaces, Black sneakers, and two crystal earrings.
Location : Taunton Academy(First Floor Lobby)
Time : Night
Tagging : Mike and Emilie
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Drake smirked when his vulgarnes and flirting so openly made her blush. It was a sense of power and sort of control. His tail licked happily behind him. The slim thing occasionally tried to test its boundaries by trying to get close to her. It would tentatively worm its way close when she wasn't paying attention and then snap back. It was only a matter of time before it would start trying to grope and feel her up. His body moved on its own accord when in the presence of his prey. He was so tempted to push her up against the wall and attack her neck with light kisses. Drake even felt the tips of his fingers on his left hand twitch in anticipation. He discreetly gritted his teeth to refrain from giving into his lust.

"Great a tour would be nice." He tried his best to regulate his voice and sound like he wasn't struggling with his inner desires. "You would be amazed at the things you can do with a room." He couldn't help but think of the countless rooms he entered in order to fee. Bedrooms, hotel rooms, living rooms, offices, etc. The list just went on and on. "Lead the way O Captain! My Captain" Drake followed her lead and chuckled loudly when she mentioned her level of tameness. "Oh really? It sounds to me that your just scared to break the rules." He challenged her hoping to open her up to the idea of falling into his hands like puddy.