Arriving (OPEN)

[eon]

What should I do?

Xeion stood in the entrance to the House of Night, shuffling from side to side. He'd come alone, of course, and was wondering what exactly he should be doing. He didn't know if someone would greet him, or if he had to go in and annouce he had arrived.

Should I open the door?

He shoved a peice of his long silver hair out of his face and sighed. He didn't know what to do! If he went in, would he be welcomed? If he sayed outside, would he be noticed? He didn't want to stay outside forever. He was happy he'd been Marked... But what should he do?

Would I start a war?

[``the K Y R A]

Alaine had never liked the early arrivals, the few fledglings that were unlucky enough to be Marked at the beginning of September. Well, she liked the fledglings themselves (usually), but the Tracker simply had no sense of timing. Contrary to popular belief, it was certainly not any easier to be Marked on the third of September than it is to be Marked in late December. Unfortunately, it was not up to her to make such decisions, unless she somehow got onto a higher Council (not likely).

The High Priestess didn't much like having to get up earlier than just about every other person on school grounds, but she had known the Tracker had planned to Mark a local kid during the day, and she figured the kid would at least have the sense to not arrive until nightfall. So much for that idea. Oh well, that was what shields were for. She knew when someone was entering and when someone was leaving -- no matter just how clever the fledglings thought they were, she knew when they were sneaking out.

And so, here she was, opening the gates to the school grounds. Since it was Friday-Saturday, classes would be in session, and she hadn't planned on opening the gates personally until Saturday evening, around six or so. The kid was small, shorter than her by a good three or four inches, but then again, she was wearing boots with two inch heels. That was probably cheating, but she didn't care much.

It took her only a moment to collect the information she needed from the kid-- with her affinity for intuition, she could tell a fledgling's name, mood, and, frequently, whether or not they're lying. And that was only the tip of the iceberg, but she usually didn't dwelve too far into her gifts unless she had a reason. "So, you're our new student, Micheal Cortez, correct?" She shifted, restless in the dying sunlight, and its pale gleams caught her nose ring, which gleamed in the light. "I'd be surprised if any of the other fledglings are even close to getting up yet, since breakfast isn't for a while yet, but you can move your stuff into your dorm room for now."

[Christoph Tomas]

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk!

A boy came running up toward the Local house of night, beads of sweat pouring from his head as he did so, running all the way from his home to the House of Night in Rochester which was a very long distance, His adoptive parents didn't even offer to drive him, Completely disowning him and calling him a Child of Satan just like his Whore of a mother.... The Tracker who had marked him had to rush off to mark another student and already Christoph was feeling the tug of death from lacking an Adult Vampyre near to keep him well. Skidding to a stop when he noticed the other fledgling and the Adult Vampyre at the front gate, the feeling of Death and aloneness faded as he slowly walked towardst he gate, staying behind the Other Fledgling, not really knowing if he was going to interrupt something.

One Fledgling . . . . . Am I early? Late. . . Perhaps he was just recently marked as-well. . . . The adult vamp is both Major cool and scary... then again all vamps are.

Quickly straighting himself up he walked forward and bowed before the Priestess, it seemed like the right think to do he didn't know much of Vampyre customs, then he turned and bowed to the Other Fledgling, It was all rather confusing.

"Um... Sorry ... to intrude or Interrupt. My name is Christoph Alexandros Tomas. . .I believe I am suppose to be here. . . . well the Tracker said so..." Christoph said and looked abit scared, His voice contained what sounded like a Country accent, the Type you'd find in Southern Texas or Mississippi, made no sense since he had not been out of the State ever in his life.