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SUCHSDORF, GERMANY, 2012.
NLAWT takes place in the quaint little town of suchsdorf in germany. the school itself, winterthorne academy, resides in castle ayelet and is known to the residents of the town as an international boarding school for the exceptionally gifted. what the townsfolk don't know is that "the exceptionally gifted" entails magical entities.
Optimism verses pessimism was a very common conflict that took place in her mind. She tried to be optimistic, she really did, but sometimes whenever people were being even more annoying than usual and her classes were just slightly more boring that she had expected she couldn’t help but fall quickly into a pessimistic mood. It probably made her appear bipolar at times, or at least like she couldn’t make her mind up about how she felt about things, but she couldn’t help it. She had good days and she had bad days, simple as that. Besides, it was already a well-known fact that the outgoing confident girl in classes had to be practically dragged out of her room and begged to hang out with people after classes got over or on weekends just because she didn’t want to leave her room. She was already conflicted between being an extrovert and an introvert, why would her outlook on life be any different?
Although she was trying to fight it off as much as possible since she had learned over the years that most people seemed to prefer her when she was optimistic as opposed to when she was pessimistic she was quickly losing the battle as she sat on a bench in the middle of the courtyard. There was nothing wrong with the day itself, it was fairly pleasant outside and it wasn’t raining or anything, but in Dannah’s mind the day had been screwed from the start since it was in fact a Tuesday. There was nothing good about Tuesdays, nothing at all, and the day itself just seemed to make her miserable most of the time. Of course there were rare occurrences when she found a Tuesday to be tolerable, usually whenever she got an excellent grade back on a paper or had an exceptional run, but for the most part Tuesdays were just gross. There was no way around it. Today was no different and as she sat watching the other students milling around her noisily she couldn’t help but get annoyed even with a few of them. Did they have to be so obnoxious? Did they have to talk about such stupid and pointless things 24/7? How long did she have until she finally was able to get out of here? However long it was, it couldn’t come too soon in her opinion.
No, no, no, she mentally scolded herself, she had to be happy even if it was just for appearances. People liked other happy people and people respected people that they liked. Although she wasn’t opposed or against others fearing her (and at times almost craved the power that came with that feeling and knowledge) she knew that it was easy to gain respect if it was through a positive light as opposed to a negative light. As much as the majority of people around her could drive her absolutely crazy from time to time she just had to plaster on a fake smile and deal with it. After all, the last thing she wanted was to become an actual outcast and not even have the option to hang out with people if she ever developed a strange yearning for it. No, she had to think positively, if she did so everything would work out for her in the end. She wasn’t going to let anybody ruin this day for her, not now after she had just had a whole mental confrontation with herself. She didn’t care if the school burnt down, nothing and nobody was going to ruin her attempt to have a good mood for the first time in quite a few Tuesdays.
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Joined: 24-February 12
a sinner always pays his debts
The city burned, fire lighting up the pale blue sky.
He wasn't sure what had started the fire--no one was really sure what had started the fire, to be completely honest. At first he thought it might have been Ember, but when she lost her temper, she tended to take it out on other human beings instead of buildings in the middle of town. Besides, she hadn't been much into arson over the course of the past year (with the exception of Ms. Macy's dorm, that was). It wasn't really her style to do that, either. There was too much business in the poor residents of Suchsdorf, and he didn't think that there would be anything so dramatic to push her over into setting a building in town on fire. And there was something about the fire that seemed so natural that it couldn't really have been her. It was probably do to an electrical problem, or something. Whatever it was, the firefighters had been there within a few minutes to battle the raging flames, which could be seen for a few miles in either direction. He sat on the top of the west tower--the tower that overlooked the courtyard--on the rooftop of the structure and watched as the smoke billowed up into the air.
It was nice to sit up on the west tower, firstly because he liked the idea of being able to see for miles and secondly because no one could fucking annoy him. Over the past few weeks, everything had seemed to boil down to the a-team. He'd been running errands for them, kidnapping kids, killing people, saving Quinn, fighting Ember--fuck, it was amazing he'd even managed to get out with his life. All he heard was how little he did for the team (bullshit) or how much of a slut he was (unnecessary) or even how the Kerrangs could have done his job better (hilarious). He was glad for the brief little moments of his time when he could just sit back and really look at what was going on around him. Of course, it was usually interrupted by someone calling him to go do something, or Quinn texting him to figure out where he was in relation to the nearest and most expensive chocolate store, or a fucking underclassman who thought that getting on his nerves was funny. Any free time he had was devoted to doing absolutely nothing, and absolutely nothing usually happened at the top of the west tower on a Tuesday.
Still, as much as he enjoyed the peace and quiet the west tower provided him, Ezra grew restless, and his eyes soon wandered to the students who passed through the courtyard. Part of him missed picking on the younger kids. He'd been so busy with the heavier things (like first degree murder) lately that he hadn't really gotten around to regaining his status around the school. He was too tired, though. Nothing below him really sparked his interest--that is, until his eyes swept through the eastern half and he spotted the small, blonde girl seated separate from the crowd. A lazy grin spread across his features and he disappeared, reappearing behind her a few seconds later, sitting cross-legged on the table. "Boo," the redhead muttered, leaning in closer to her. "What's up, Dane? Miss me?"
Although the courtyard wasn’t quiet by any means because of all the other students milling around in the afternoon sun, she had been far enough away from the action that the last thing she expected was somebody appearing directly behind her and speaking in her ear. Of course, she assumed that nobody would really expect that, most people didn’t exactly go around waiting for somebody to pop out of nothingness, but then again at the school that she was at she guessed that it probably wasn’t as rare of an occurrence as most would think. Nevertheless the voice behind her surprised her like no other and she jumped automatically. Her sudden movement caused the center of her back to slam into the boy’s knee and the combination of the pain from that and her accelerated heart beat from fright caused her to blurt out, “Damn it! What the hell?!” as she attempted to reach back and rub the now pounding section of her back that was of course, with her luck, just out of her reach. Of course it wasn’t all completely bad, she had luckily been able to bite her tongue before the second part of her exclamation had slipped out, the part admitting that he had scared her, much to her relief. Although she figured it was pretty obvious due to her actions she would still never want to openly admit something like that to him of all people.
Of all things that he had had to do it had to be sneak up behind her, it was common knowledge that she hated when people did that to her. Even when she was asleep in a room with two girls that she trusted quite sincerely she had to have her back facing the wall. It didn’t matter that she was passed out and unconscious, if it was possible for people to be able to creep up behind her it was impossible for her to relax and actually fall asleep. At a time like this where she had been least expecting it the feeling was even worse especially because of who it was that had gotten the best of her. Of course he had an advantage with his power of teleportation and all and honestly Dannah had half a mind at the moment to reach up and just take the power from him (or at least attempt) after all, all it took was a thought of hers to rid him of that power for at least a little bit (although she would be the first to admit it rarely worked without physical contact), if of course it worked like it was supposed to. However, she managed to control herself and her urge to steal it away and just waited for his almost guaranteed laughter instead. Oh how she wanted to punch him in the face on almost every occasion.
She reached up a hand to swat him away as he closed the distance between his mouth and her ear, “Of course I missed you, how could you ask such a thing?” she replied, the sarcasm practically dripping off of her voice as she leaned her head back as far away from him as possible. She knew that it was bad to react to his actions since that was exactly what he wanted but she couldn’t help but fall into his traps time and time again. For some reason he was the one person who could really truly get under her skin and it annoyed her beyond belief. “Seriously though, what do you want?” she asked purposely keeping her head facing the opposite direction away from him. She didn’t care that she probably sounded more hostile than anything else and that that would probably just encourage him even more. She had literally just pumped herself up to try and have having a perfect, peaceful, optimistic day. Now that plan was more likely than not now completely out the window and instead she had Ezra of all people to deal with.
Member No.: 4
Joined: 24-February 12
a sinner always pays his debts
No matter how cheap a scare it was, he found that he could always cheer himself up with a good game of peekaboo. He liked to think that his powers were fairly uncommon--at least, he'd only met one other person with acidic abilities like his, and even then, they were most certainly different from each other in the way they could be used--and teleportation wasn't nearly as common as other powers (like shapeshifting) were. That being said, not many of the kids at Winterthorne really expected someone to appear out of nowhere at any given time to freak them out (except maybe the freshmen, who were some of the most paranoid little fucks he'd ever seen in his life). He grinned as Dannah jumped up, flinching a little as she smacked into his knee but pushed the thought aside and watched her with a cheshire smile. "Hey, kiddo," he winked, leaning back on his elbows as he was swatted away. She was such a cute girl. It was a pity that it had to come along with morals and self-respect, or whatever it was that was keeping her from sleeping with him. "Just wanted to make sure, sweetheart. Gotta keep my little ray of sunshine happy, right?"
"Speaking of, why so bitter, buttercup?" As feisty as Dannah usually tried to make herself seem, there was something extra that she bit with today. He couldn't tell if it was stress or general unhappiness--maybe apprehension?--but whatever it was, he loved it. Although, if he were being honest, he would have much preferred that she would be having a perfect day before he found her. There was something so much more satisfying than completely shattering one's day rather than beating it down more. "Don't tell me the ickle freshmen were mean to you again," he mocked, jutting out his bottom lip at her in a pout, "I keep telling them to pick on someone their own size, but they still seem to go for the weaker prey. Unbelievable." That was the other thing he liked about Dannah: she didn't really fight back at all physically, mostly because she couldn't. If she'd managed to master her powers, he'd be fucked. Fortunately, she seemed to have as much control over them as a newborn child.
He grinned as he was asked exactly why he was there, and looked down at the girl. "You know me, Dane. Always looking out to help the general public. And when I saw you sitting here--all alone in a sea of faces," the demon added, gesturing to the courtyard around them, "I thought, 'hey, there's a girl who desperately needs help'. So, congratulations on your first successful interaction with another being!" Within a split-second, he'd disappeared and reappeared in front of her, smirking and clapping lazily. "Bravo. I'd like to consider this as my good deed of the day."