Post by MATTHIAS DURAN on May 17, 2015 12:51:54 GMT
jessum orniasNotes: Lots of possibilities. You may come in like a wrecking ball |
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Post by jessum ornias on May 21, 2015 17:38:07 GMT
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[attr="class","post"] [attr="class","text-lyrics"]A soldier on my own, I don't know the way jessum was hanging outsdie the dorms, next to an open window. he was smoking and checking his phone, talking to one of his better demon buddies who was reporting a "murder" that he'd tipped the police about. jessum, this time at least, had clean hands. the last murder he'd bothered with was a few weeks ago and the media seemed rather confused. hearing a noise he shoved his phone in his pocket and glanced up, flicking the ash from his butt. he gazed over the kid, lips quirking into a smirk. it was very close to curfew, which was part of the reason jessum was in the hallway. scolding the late students. "bit late to just be coming home hmm?" he smelled something then, and tilted his head. "were you drinking?"[attr="class","text-lyrics"]I'm riding up the heights of shame the leviathan @ GS & BRSW[newclass=.icon-bg]padding:10px;border:1px solid #000;height:100px;width:100px;margin-right:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconhere]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconheres]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity: 0;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconheres:hover]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.notestxt]padding-top:20px;font:small-caps 10px 'Times New Roman',serif;color:#fff;text-align:justify;padding:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.text-lyrics]display:inline-block;font: italic 9px/100% Times New Roman,serif;text-align:center;letter-spacing:1px;width:80%;border-bottom:1px solid #000;line-height:0.1em;margin:10px 0 20px;margin-left:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.text-lyrics span]background:#fff;padding:0 10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.post]font:10px Times New Roman,serif;color:#1c1c1c;padding:0px 20px 0px 0px;height:350px;width:330px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;line-height:130%;position:relative;margin-top:-400px;margin-left:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar-track]border:1px solid #000;background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#000;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar]width:4px;background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [/div] |
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Post by MATTHIAS DURAN on May 22, 2015 2:06:07 GMT
Just a little bit further and Matthias would be home. He couldn't wait to get into bed already. And a rock in his path appeared. He stopped for a moment, glancing in the direction of the voice. It was one of his teachers. Ornias? Mr. Ornias. Pointing out an obvious fact and following up with a question. Even if he was a teacher, Matthias would've had a mouthful to say to him, but he was feeling a little mellow due to the late hour and alcohol in his system. "Drinking alcohol? Yeah, I'm returning from a bar," he shamelessly responded. Matthias was too old to not get his booze, so the human's legal system wasn't going to stop him. But there wasn't a hint of rebellious tone in his voice. It was seemed like a natural fact. He wanted to drink so he would. "How come you're still awake, Mr. Ornias?"
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Notes: Mr.Ornias > __>
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Post by jessum ornias on May 26, 2015 18:39:30 GMT
 ★ a soldier on my own i don't know THE WAY
Why was he still awake? Waiting for little brats like him who thought just because they weren't human that they could run things themselves. In all three thousand years of his life Jessum had never met a more self entitled group of little douchebags. He pinched the bridge of his nose a moment, feeling the urge to grab this kid by the throat and shake him, but he resisted. He was a teacher and not as strong as he once way (though arguably still one of the more powerful supers in the school) and he needed to behave himself. Instead he rubbed the back of his neck and stared Matthias down. "Well Mattie-boy. I'm here to round up all the little fucks like you who think they can break curfew. Seeing as of now" He checked his watch "You're late, that's a detention with me tomorrow. Of course you can always pay it back in....other ways." The adult smirked, he'd gotten more than his fair share of sexual favors already and he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 [googlefont="Oswald:400"][googlefont="Quattrocento"] |
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listen up you little shitheads
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Post by MATTHIAS DURAN on May 27, 2015 12:54:13 GMT
Was it just vulgar? Or was he genuinely angry? Matthias took a deep breath. He wasn't feeling up for a confrontation, but the detention didn't sound very appealing either. He stared at Jessum with an unusually calm composure. The alcohol kept him mellow even if though he'd normally say something a little arrogant.
Matthias didn't get the second part either. What could he do that would make up for a detention? An extra assignment? Could do that in detention. Cleaning? Could do that in detention. The anti-social dragon hadn't heard a head or tail of the rumours associated with the sleazy teacher. "Mmn.. What? How?.." Matthias asked with a puzzled look on his face. "If I'm breaking curfew then I should be going," he followed up with curtly. "See you in detention," he mumbled, walking away.
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