taste of ink ;; kisten russel

[ashlyn nicole everard]

"Hmmm...."

Ashlyn hummed her lips together, glancing around the brightly colored patio. She felt as if there may have been some ultimate purpose as to why she was here, but whatever that might have been had faded from her mind, and she didn't really feel like mentally searching for what it had been. Her mind could be like a labyrinth, after all. Or maybe that was just a terrible metaphor? Either way, it couldn't matter less to her now. She was here. And she could do whatever she pleased, right?

She looked down at her purse that had been sitting comfortably on her lap, almost as if it were some sort of small dog. She unzipped it in one fluid motion, reaching into her purse to dig for her phone. Which was obviously no easy task. Her purse was full of all kinds of random things- actually, she could almost bet that something might just be living in it. Didn't she find a sombrero in it one time...? Once again, that was irrelevant. But it was safe to say that Ashlyn had many, many items in her purse, so if you needed something, you were covered. That is, if you could find it on time...

Ashlyn yawned softly, covering her mouth as she decided to give up on looking for her phone. A lost cause, no doubt. Her purse was just an abyss, and if anything was alive in it, it would most likely be dead soon anyway. Ashlyn raised an eyebrow at herself, setting her purse back onto her lap. She scanned the patio once more. What she was looking for wasn't exactly clear, but a familiar face would be nice. Maybe even an interesting one?

[;; kisten russell shaw]

Kisten may not be the most impressive member of the white court, he wasn't manipulative (or as manipulative) as most of the others, he had absolutely no intention on making somebody become addicted to his touch and he really did not want to go around using his power to make people start attacking him and ripping his clothes off. Ok, sure, there were some times in which his power just leaked from his body and he accidentally set somebody off and get himself an unwanted make out session. But that had only happened a few times and those times really were few and far between. Really. No joke. He hated thinking he was different, though of course, so would anybody who thought they were human until one day their heritage emerged and made them nothing short of a monster. After all, only a monster kills the person they claim to love by literally loving them to death. The death of his girlfriend by his own hand was something he still regretted to this very day, it wasn't his fault though, he knew this, everybody in the white court knew this. nobody else did though. The white court, when they come into their power, they lose themselves.. they become lust incarnate and quite literally love the first person they come across to death, they feed off of the sexual energy of their kill. It just so happened that Kisten had been with his girlfriend when it happened.

He was sat on a patio chair, picking at the jeans that covered his legs, looking bored as he stared out over the gardens. There was little to do here other than socialise and Kisten was beginning to find this place a little boring. He didn't want to make too many friends, most of them only wanted to talk to him because of the way he looked anyway. Every member of the white court looks good, their voice, the way they move, their smell, they're like something from bloody twilight but so much more deadly. Though, Kisten can come across as human and he doesn't have to drink blood. Which is something that he is forever grateful of, he loves being a part of his court. But he hates the perks. People trying to get close to him because they've heard how good the white court can make you feel. Stories circulate the school to those who know of the vampires, they tell of the spine bowing, mind numbing pleasure they can send coursing through your system at a single touch. Of how they can make you forget everything, just make you come to them as soon as they drop their guard, as soon as the dams that hold back their power crumble the stories tell of how you'll crawl to them if you must, drag yourself. And guess what, all of them are true. Kisten hates that, it means he gets judged. A lot.

A light sigh blew from his lips and he lifted a hand to brush a strand of dark hair from his face, "bluerghhh.." Not the most eloquent of words to come from somebody of such a dignified court. But if you knew anythign about the Shaw twins it should be this; they are not your average white court vampire. They go against everything their house stands for for one, their bluntless and sense of righteousness is something they aren't supposed to possess. They're meant to be sneaky. And sly. Cunning. Like a slythering in Harry Potter but ten times more deadly. But Kisten can't see the point. He likes people.. He likes approaching people he thinks look interesting, he likes chatting about a load of crap in the middle of the night to somebody who doesn't really give a shit or is already asleep. It makes him happy just to do what he wants and not follow what his father expects of him. Screw his father. He was never there when he grew up, so he can't complain at having a 'defective' child really.

He bit his bottom lip slightly, looking back over his shoulder to the school building, his gaze falling upon a lone female. Not many people wandered the halls of this school alone.. Not many human females did anyway. He knew she wasn't a member of the whites, they were a close knit group, everybody knew each other, she couldn't possibly be a red, she didn't feel right.. and black? No way. The sun was shining, like that was even possible. He smiled lopsidedly, tilting his head to the side as he watched her, she was pretty, good looking in a way that intrigued Kisten. When you're a member of the white court you're surrounded by beauty. Finding something or somebody you find attractive outside of the white court is something rare, and so he watched her, quietly wishing that she would wander over and join him in the spare seat opposite his little table.


ooc;; ehhh i hate this post, but tada, it's a reply

[ashlyn nicole everard]

Ashlyn sighed softly, her eyes falling upon a cute, twinkling little fountain. There were a few fountains in the patio, but the one she gazed upon would have to be her favorite. Maybe they gave off that peaceful kind of aura? Or, very possibly so, it could be just a hunk of marble. With water dripping down it. Either way, it was better to look at a fountain than to just stare off into space. People might think you're, cough, doing something. Not anything good, either. And it wasn't as if there wasn't plenty of those kinds of things going on in the school. It was to be expected, though. Things like that would go one in any school. Maybe it was just worse in some places than others.

She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the heat that had been absorbed through her hair as the strands went between her fingers. It was pretty hot today... a bit more hot than she would have actually liked it to have been, but you could hardly argue with the weather, it was pretty obvious who the winner would be. She kind of wished she had sunglasses, though. Just like she wished she had her phone. But her purse had claimed it for its own. Maybe one day, she would just take the entire thing and dump it out on a table or something. It could work, right? Or maybe it would just backfire...hmmm. Or maybe her purse was just keeping her from having a freak accident. Like if maybe, her phone suddenly exploded, and came up and hit her in the face, which shattered her sunglasses, and then the shards of the lenses came and hit her in the eye, and then she would be permanently blinded.

Ehh...not a very likely story.

Ashlyn looked away from the fountain, and back towards the people. Things were getting a bit boring now... and she was contemplating on leaving. But what else would she do, exactly? She was about to give up when suddenly, a face caught her eyes. A boy... sitting in a patio chair, looking about as bored as she was. And of course, Ashlyn wasn't going to lie to herself... he was surely nothing less than gorgeous. She was sure that oh, la da da, girls surely chased after him, throwing themselves at him... but there was something else about him that caught her attention, too. He looked... interesting? Nah, that didn't seem like the right word for it... there was something, though, that was out of the ordinary.

Ashlyn chewed on her lip gently, her eyes still set on the boy. Like she had said, he looked as bored as she was. So Ashlyn took a deep breath, gathering the courage and stood up, hugging her purse to her. So she sat at the opposite end of where he was, smiling brightly, and maybe even a bit timidly. She wasn't quite sure of how the boy would react...but at least it would be more interesting than just sitting there.

"Uhh...hey there. I'm Ashlyn," She finally said, the smile on her face growing.

ooc; psh, they're a lot better than mine! xD