This New Beginning [OPEN]

[Cyra Draven]

Cyra watched the bus drive away with a hiss and a rumble, and she felt a small twinge of guilt. Tyler was the only one who actually knew she'd even been marked. He'd found her as she'd been walking home - he'd helped her pack some of her stuff, and she'd asked him to explain the situation to her their parents when they got back in the morning. She'd left as the sun started to fail.

She should have waited, but what if they hated her for starting this change? Her mind barely even drifted to the fact that she might not even complete it; she was going to have a lot of making up to do next time she spoke to her family.

With a sigh, and a flick of her hair, she shouldered her backpack and walked up to the gates. It was funny how she managed to look relaxed even when she was stressed - well, not so much stressed than annoyed at herself. Oh well, she'd deal with it later.

She stopped at the gate and looked at it with interest, she wasn't entirely sure if she should wait or just say to hell with it and walk inside. She hated these feelings of uncertainty. A part of her wanted to run back home and say goodbye to her parents, but she wasn't sure if that was a good idea, either. She'd heard that if a fledgling spent too long a time away from an adult vampyre, they'd reject the change and ultimately die.

Cyra thought it might be more healthy to just stay where she was.

[``the K Y R A]

"Damn Tracker, Marking those kids at such ungodly hours," grumbled a muffled voice. "Would it kill them to wait until breakfast, at the least?"

Somehow managing to look (kind-of) elegant in the jeans and tanktop she'd slept in, Alaine took long, measured strides towards the campus gate. She'd been awoken by a just-Marked fledgling walking through her magical barriers, and hadn't even bothered to brush her hair, instead hastily tying it back in a ponytail on her way across the grounds. Shorly before she reached the gates, she noticed that her tanktop was askew, and she pulled it back up to a decent position.

It probably would have been better if she had actually gotten dressed and brushed her hair, but that would have to wait. Unfortunately. Even a casual vampyre like herself had to look decent once in a while.

Alaine opened the gates with little effort, despite their massive size. She took one look at the new fledgling in front of her and sighed. "So you're our new third former? Lovely. Breakfast is in an hour, do you want me to show you to your dorm and leave you to your own devices? I can always wake up one of the fifth or sixth formers and have them show you around the grounds." Her tone was bored and slightly annoyed, a testament to the fact that she'd done this too many times for her own liking, and that it was far too early. Even though she was a High Priestess, Alaine liked her sleep, darn it.

[Cyra Draven]

Despite her annoyed-at-self mindset, Cyra managed a small small, slightly apologetic smile, "Yeah - that would be me. I woke you, didn't I?" she said in a calm voice, her English accent showing through, she was intrigued by how this Vampyre was able to pull off the early-morning (or in this case, evening) look.

When asked if she wanted to be shown to her room or not, she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ears before replying, "well, since I've no idea where anything is, being shown to my dorm seems a better idea. I don't really mind who does it, though." she added. The vampyre looked like she'd prefer waking up one of the students, to be honest.

[``the K Y R A]

Alaine shrugged in response, and responded easily, "It's not a trouble, hon. I knew what I was in for when I started my training to be a High Priestess." She moved aside, to let the new fledgling pass through the gate, thinking aloud in the mean time.

"Hmm, I don't think there's anyone in room thirteen, so she can go there.. the Amsel girl is in that hall, I'll give her the glorious duty of tour guide... eh, it'll give her a chance to work on her English, at any rate...," muttered Alaine, mostly to herself.

[Cyra Draven]

Cyra nodded, with a quiet, "Okay." and walked through the gate. She could feel that horrible ailment starting to slip away, no doubt that was a good sign.

She didn't speak as she walked with the High Priestess, she was more or less taking in her new and unfamiliar surroundings, and was only half aware of the Priestess muttering beside her. She noticed quite a few cats running around and Cyra couldn't help an idle thought - A lot of mice here, then? Guess not... - run through her head.

Her ears pricked when she heard something about helping a girl work on her English, and she looked over at the woman, "What language is her primary, then?" she asked.

[``the K Y R A]

"What?" Distracted by her own thoughts, it took Alaine a moment to remember what the question had been. "Oh, the Amsel girl. She's from Germany, somehow managed to get on her Priestess' bad side and fled here. We ended up stuck with her. She isn't the best English speaker, but she has the main points of the grammar down. I don't blame her, honestly, English is a terrible language. Me, I prefer Russian, but I wouldn't say I'm fluent, just good with languages."


The dark-haired woman yawned, placing a hand over her mouth automatically. "Hmm, I think I'll have Professor Levent take over fencing this morning so I can catch another hour of sleep..." she said to herself, stopping as she reached a small building partially divided in half; while the fronts were divided, the back, the kitchen area, was joined together, to allow easy access between the girls' and guys' dorms. To the left of the girls' door was a large window, which displayed the ground floor lounge, which was large, expansive, and in a state of chaos. "Wonderful," Alaine muttered. "It looks like a tornado spun through here."

[Cyra Draven]

Cyra was silent as she listened to Alaine talk about the 'Amsel girl'. She knew a little German, having studied it for maybe a year before her family left for Rochester. She hadn't been that good at it, though.
Cyra raised her eyebrows as she saw the lounge, wow - what the hell happened here? "This sort of sight would make my brother freak." she laughed softly. Tyler was nuts about keeping everything organised.

Aside from the apparent chaotic state the room was in, it did, in fact, look rather nice, and like a better version of the sixth form common room back at her old school in England.
Once she'd sorted herself out, she'd have to call home to get the rest of her stuff. Like her Cello and her art stuff, for starters.

[``the K Y R A]

"Then your brother would get along very well with Professor North," she remarked dryly. Alaine rolled her eyes as she stepped up onto the concrete porch, stepping towards the door and turning the knob almost gingerly. She pushed on it, but when the door didn't budge, she turned, lowered her shoulder, and rammed the door. This time it opened, courtesy of an adult vampyre's gentle persuasion.

She stepped inside the room and surveyed the wreckage. A two-person loveseat sat, overturned, on a patch of carpet previously occupied by a pile of empty soda cans and crumpled bags that used to contain chips. The other sofas were still upright and though not in their usual places, they didn't attract her attention. Rather, her eyes were drawn to a guilty-looking fledgling who had poked her head out of the kitchen, to Alaine's right. The High Priestess raised an eyebrow, and the girl fled.

"Why am I not surprised?" she muttered. "Anyway, come on in, girl. I'll deal with this mess later... if I remember, anyway."

[Cyra Draven]

At the comment about Tyler, Cyra laughed softly, "maybe if he ever speaks to me again..." she said quietly to herself. Who knows, maybe Tyler would be marked also. Yet that seemed unlikely, nigh impossible, in fact. But then, Cyra knew very little about Nyx. The last she remembered was doing something about the Greek gods in RS or History a few years back. Goddess of Night, if she remembered right.

Interested, Cyra stepped inside, briefly glancing around the room - her eyes didn't miss the fledgling who short moments later fled the room at a glance from the Priestess.
"this looks like someone had a sleepover or movie night.." she commented vaguely as she walked further in, "and deigned to clean up."

In fact, it very much reminded her of the morning after a sleepover she'd had back in England - and that had been without alcohol. If someone had brought the beer, who knows - it might've ended up likening to the aftermath of Chernobyl.

[``the K Y R A]

"No kidding," the High Priestess muttered quietly, warily stepping over and around various piles of garbage. She stopped only about a meter from the door that led to the lower dorm hallway, bent over, and picked up what was quite certainly an empty bottle of wine. "Looks like someone needs a refresher on the rules, too," she said to herself. "Wonderful."

She unceremoniously tossed the bottle into the open doorway that led to the kitchen. She was not at all surprised to be met with the silence that meant the bottle had been caught. In fact, it only reinforced her knowledge that at least two guilty fledglings were in the kitchen- one that had peeked into the lounge, and another that had caught the bottle. "Let's see... I did say room thirteen, right?"

[Cyra Draven]

Cyra ears pricked up when she heard no clatter, or high pitched shatter. Apparently someone had caught it. Silly really, if you wanted to stay out of sight, or at least not be found, catching the bottle seemed a bad idea. Such things don't just de-materialise just before they hit the floor. Although, this place was messy enough without broken glass to add to the list, she supposed.
At the question, Cyra looked at Alaine, "yeah, you did." she said quietly.

It was weird, really, the thought that any day here could be your last. That may have been an unconscious reason for the chaotic layout of the room. You could die any time, best make the most of it. A wry smile came to Cyra's face as she considered the typical methods of 'livin' it up'. Hallelujah for the hangovers.

[``the K Y R A]

Alaine didn't reply this time. Rather, she silently opened the door that led to the dorm hallway and held it open for the new fledgling. Note to self... smack whoever it was with the brilliant idea to let the fledglings have alcohol.


(( sorry, short post today, I'm kinda out of it ))