Post by Gabriel Adams on May 9, 2013 0:18:55 GMT -5
These days, it was difficult for Gabriel to accomplish anything without dropping off. His sleep schedule was all over the place, between trying to attend classes, finish homework. The like. There was no 'after homework go to bed', it was more like 'when you get three seconds fall asleep'. So far he'd dropped off at the lunch table, in a common room chair, on the green during a break, and under the bleachers at the Stadium. As long as it was daytime it didn't matter where he fell asleep.
It was nighttime that was the problem.
But it wasn't night now, and for all he knew some chemical problem had spontaneously combusted every vampire in a 500 miles radius. At least, one could hope. If he never saw another vampire he could die happy.
Or at least, with minimal stress.
Gabriel had been finishing up Herbology studies when he'd realized he didn't have anything to do for hours. Why not nap? And before the thought could fully process he'd dropped off against a crate, a bunch of giggling daisies hiding him from direct view. Hopefully he wouldn't wake up with something unsavory chewing on his robes, but the more dangerous plants were elsewhere.
ooc: wow i'm rusty as fuck hahaha orca pls then after that its whoever
These days, Orca wasn't quite sure what he was doing, like where he was headed in life or what his goals were. No, wait: he'd never been sure what he was doing (or any of the above) at any point in his life. Not to be dramatic, or anything, but it was kind of the truth. So yeah, maybe his recent 'vacation' had stretched into something more, all stemming from a single thought that had been something like 'man Spain sucks fuck this I'm going to Amsterdam they have drugs there', but at least he was back now.
The alpha (?) lycan floated languidly through the semi-deserted school grounds, silent as a ghost. Maybe class was still in session, or maybe it wasn't quite warm enough out for the kiddies; whatever the case, he was glad he didn't have to fight through swarms of humans just to go for a nice little walk. (One could argue maybe he should just avoid the school altogether if alone-time was his motive, but smart thinking never was Orca's thing).
He was humming to himself, hands jammed in his jeans pockets, when he caught the scent. Like a moth drawn to flame -- or, you know, whatever, any shitty metaphor like that would work -- his path veered slightly. Ratty converse padded over grass and over pathway and finally came to a halt in front of the greenhouse doors.
Gingerly, he stepped over the threshold like he was afraid he might turn to dust the second he got in. Seriously, though, magic-folk had the weirdest fuckin' hexes they liked to stick everywhere, so it was a valid concern. The greenhouse appeared empty, but when he held his breath, he could hear the slight, soft sound of someone else's breathing. Avoiding the plants that had a tendency to snap and/or burst into song, Orca maneuvered around until he found what he'd (unintentionally) come looking for.
"Aww, sleeping beauty," the lycan cooed quietly. He crouched down directly in front of Gabriel, blue-green eyes narrowed with a most likely dangerous combination of glee and mischief. He reached forward and poked at Gabe's scarred cheek, teeth flashing (in a smile, probably).
Post by Gabriel Adams on May 9, 2013 15:03:56 GMT -5
Sleep was a rarity, but not so unusual was someone deciding they hadn't annoyed enough people in their day and waking him up. It was usually a stranger, someone who found it funny that Gabriel Adams, resident creep, had fallen asleep on his desk. After all, he couldn't do anything too harmful in class.
Could he?
But it wasn't a fellow student or even a stranger that prodded him now. Gabriel opened one eye, fixating on the bright-eyed youth in front of him for several seconds before closing it back and groaning. Why. Why was it no matter where he went, there was Orca?
"Is it customary for one to wake someone up for no apparent reason?" Gabriel mumbled into the arm of his robes, hoping if he lay like that long enough that Orca would simply leave him alone. A false hope. Even at his worst Orca hung around, and he supposed for that he should be grateful. After all.
No one else did.
So after several long seconds in which Gabriel decided he was stuck with the lycanthrope, Gabriel propped his head up on his arms and looked Orca in the eye. "Sleeping beauty." A grin flickered across his scarred face, eyes gleaming. "Does that mean your my prince charming?"
A beat. How often had Orca flirted with him, albeit jokingly. He hoped. Gabriel yawned and straightened up, stretching until his back popped. "I thought Prince Charming was supposed to be cute."
In typical princess fashion, Gabriel took about five hundred years to completely wake his lazy ass up. He grumbled something stupid and 100% rhetorical, insomuch Orca did not deign to grace it with any real response besides some more of his insufferable grinning and a slight tip of his head to one side. Really, did Gabs expect anything else? Did he think Orca -- Orca, of all people -- would just, like, leave him there, maybe cover him with a blanket and watch dutifully over his sleeping form?
C'mon. Let's get real, here.
He was about to keep poking Gabriel some more when the kid finally looked up at him, amused or some shit.
Prince charming, huh? Orca swooned, just a little. The grin on his face grew bright as the sun. Just as he'd opened his mouth to answer, though, Gabe added some snarky-ass little comment on there, you know, like a piece of dog shit on an otherwise nice hot fudge sundae.
The lycan thought briefly of murder, but pushed all that aside in favor of frowning seriously at the Ravenclaw. "Excuse you, princess, I'm very cute. A lot of people think I'm cute."
There was a pause, as he worked to find something to add there, failed miserably, and finally just settled with "you fuckin' faggot", which was classy as hell and completely, totally Orca.
The lycan shook his head, shaking up his already messy hair, and gave Gabriel a dark look. "See, and here I thought you'd be all excited to see me, like, jumpin' in my arms and shit. I forgot how rude you could be." Way, way super, ultra mega rude.
"Why the fuck are you sleeping in here, anyway? Are you homeless, or somethin'?" Omg and if he was, Orca totally planned on inviting him back to his place, just to see the look Gabby would give him. Ugh, so precious.
[ooc; just let me bs a little moar here uwu maybe they should go on an adventure or something]
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