wicked

━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ( sofia carson, she/her ) is that LORAINE MORENO i just spotted in blackfalls? i hear they’re a 24 / 118 year-old VAMPIRE studying ART. i’ve heard that they’re ADVENTUROUS & DETERMINED but can also be SELF-DESTRUCTIVE & SECRETIVE. ( annie, 19, gmt+2, she/her )

SHE TWIRLED HER HAIR AROUND A manicured finger and let a wicked little smile creep up her cherry lips. ❝ well, maybe something, but only what i’m really good at. ❞ she winked. after all, a girl had to eat. she laughed, genuinely, at what the dark-haired woman said. ❝ you and i have something in common then. the world is not made for the soft-hearted and they’ll be eaten whole. ❞ she shrugged. ❝ boredom. besides, saying, ‘ chem’s not just my major, it’s what we have ‘ doesn’t have the same kick if i’m lying. try using that on a fae! they’ll just blow you off. besides, i’ve got enough degrees in the arts, i might as well do something somewhat interesting. like there’s only so many times you can hear about jane austen when you were alive and knew the bloody woman. ❞

SHE SMILED AND WAVED OFF THE apology. she may not have been young for centuries, but she’d been young once too. even if you were over 100, people treating you like a young adult made you act like a young adult. ❝ i always worry, ❞ she confessed. ❝ it’s what a mother does. ❞ she nodded her head. ❝ i’m glad to hear it. you deserve to have a life here. you’re exactly the type of person that does. ❞ someone who had no choice in the fate they were given. there was still such a small part of her that regretted what she’d done to loraine. mostly because it went against everything she believed. ❝ i’ve been alright — adapting. i wish i’d chosen a topic a few more people were interested in. it seems my students are half-hearted at best. ❞

Sarcasm usually went over Ludo’s head, and it certainly did in this instance. However, what was uncharacteristic was how assertive Ludo was being about his punching bag preferences. This conversation was making him realise how many hours it had been since he had spoken to another person about something other than cell cultures. “What I mean is- can you show me how to punch like that? It looked sick.” He asked, hopeful. 

if diego had been slightly irritated before, it turned quickly to annoyed when she grabbed the bag he was using. “it really doesn’t seem like it’s me who has the problem. i’m here, trying to work out like a normal person so if you wouldn’t mind….” he made a vague hand gesture hoping she would stop interrupting him, even though he knew it was unlikely. some people just enjoyed getting on others nerves for no reason.

Josie’s eyebrows rose as the other scowled, oh she’s one of those type of people. ❝’Course not. You’re missing the fanny pack and one of those tiny flags.❞ She knows better than to annoy a vampire, especially one that seemed hostile but when has that ever stopped Josie from flapping her gums? Never and she’s sure it’ll one day be the death of her but she’s prideful and she’s made peace with it. ❝No, that won’t be all. I just gotta say that I didn’t even ask for directions or for you to show me the way. And another thing: this isn’t a personal gym, if you wanted one I’m sure you could fit a punching bag next to your coffin!❞

 he  supposes  he  deserves  that  retort  ,  but  it  doesn’t  take  away  from  the  fact  that  he  knows  she’s  lying.  been  here  for  almost  a  month  and  hasn’t  seen  a  vampire  ?  or  a  redhead  ?  impossible  ,  but  he  allows  it.  maybe  she’s  one  of  those  hermits  who  play  D&D  in  the  library  after  hours  ,  ignoring  the  world  and  it’s  basic  need  for  proper  socialization.    the  thought  processes  as  he  takes  one  more  look  at  her.  yeah  ,  he  could  see  it.  definitely  would  explain  her  wholesome  and  welcoming  attitude.  ❛  red  riding  hood  is  brunette.  ❜  he’s  also  seen  her  blonde  ,  never  red.  by  now  his  eyes  are  off  her.  she  isn’t  playing  fair  and  the  more  time  he  wastes  trying  to  find  wren  ,  the  longer  he  has  to  stay  in  this  god  forsaken  place  discussing  bull  with  princess  of  the  punching  bags.  ❛  look  ,  ❜  he  sighs  ,  taking  a  step  forward.  ❛  I  don’t  want  to  be  here.  you  don’t  want  me  to  be  here.  so  ,  let’s  just  start  over  and  I’ll  be  out  of  your  hair.  ❜  he  offers  ,  his  tone  more  genuine.    ❛  just  point  me  into  a  general  direction  of  where  you  may  or  may  not  have  seen  a  tall  redhead  who  may  or  may  not  be  a  vampire.  ❜

TO SAY SHE WASN’T PROTECTIVE OF her fledgings would be a great disrespect to maddie. she was their sire. she was their mother — at least in the case of loraine it felt that way. she’d been seeing the younger vampire go in to the gym more frequently. it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but being a trained psychologist also made madelena a bit more attentive to these things. ❝ no, nothing in particular, ❞ she hummed sweetly, looking about the empty room. ❝ i just hadn’t touched base with you in a while. i wanted to see how you were doing, negrita. are you settling into classes alright? ❞ her fingers grazed pieces of equipment as she got closer. she stopped just beside the punching bag, crossing her arms. ❝ you can talk to me if there’s a problem. ❞

     REACTIONS WERE SOMETHING she would never get tired of, whatever they may be. it was one of the little pleasures still left in life that she thoroughly enjoyed. this was no different. blue eyes traveled from head to toe, lazily making their way back up as her body straightened, the corners of her lips quirking upwards in response. ❝ if you’re that eager to get physical, by all means. ❞ her eyebrows wagging playfully at the other. this was how soren had fun, one of the ways at least. if it meant she had to get a little down and dirty, then so be it. 

❝ ugh, if i had the power of a fae i would never do anything for myself ever again. ❞ not that kit didn’t use her voice and, even more so, her body to get plenty of people to do things for her all the time. it would just be fun to do so with less effort. well, if that wasn’t a thinker, kit wasn’t sure what was. ❝ so you’re studying literal art but you call yourself not arts. what caused that decision? ❞ kit shrugged her shoulders and took a gander at her perfect nails. ❝ honestly, i just wanted the excuse to use my major as a pick up line. ❞ she had like four different arts degrees under her belt, it was about time she switch it up.

Ludo had lost track of time in the lab, hunched over cell cultures silently. His stomach growled and his neck ached as he took one first look up at the clock. Damn it was late. He still had a few tasks and the lab to clean before he could head home, but a break was in order. He walked absentmindedly through campus, his eyes aching from the clinical white lights and wearing those clunky goggles. He stretched as he walked, rolling his shoulders and letting his feet take him wherever they pleased. He was drawn to a vibration, a repetitive thudding sound. As he approached the gym he recognised the noise as punches.

The watched her, fixated. Her ability to land punches was impressive - intimidating. He acknowledged her question as rhetorical, but replied anyway. Maybe the hours of focus in the lab had obscured his judgement slightly. He surprised himself with his reply. “Yeah. I want a go on the punching bag,”

astoria narrowed her eyes like she was trying to think about if she’d see the notebook. she hadn’t seen it and honestly she didn’t care enough to try and locate it. after a couple of seconds she shrugged.“no i haven’t and it’s clearly not here now so….” the fae paused, waiting for the girl to walk away so that she could get back to people watching.

he   doesn’t   even   want   to   be   here.   the   gym   at   corvus   was   exactly   like   any   other   ordinary   facility   only   it   was   packed   with   both   humans   and   supernaturals.   humans   that   sweat   and   dogs   wolves   that   do   that   same   with   all   the   others    mixed   in-between.   it   was   a   smell   too   pungent   for   his   taste.   his   only   business   here   was   on   the   reliance   that   he’d   run   into   his   sister   to   grab   the   keys   back   to   their   place   (   since   he   american   boy   scout   swore   that   he   wouldn’t   rip  the   door   off   the   hinges   like   the   last   time.   or   the   time   before   that.   or   the   time   before   that   ).   only   it   was   hard   to   listen   out   for   said   sister  when   someone   else’s   voice   was   ringing   in   his   ears.      ❛   what   ?   ❜   brows   furrowing  and   he’s   sizing   her   from   where   he   stands.   it’s   hard   to   take   her   seriously   when   she   looks   like   a   yorkie   impersonating   a   pit-bull   ,   but   he   bites.  letting   the  sudden    iciness   roll   off   his   shoulders   like   a   cool   breeze.   he   eyes   the   punching   bag   and   then   lifts   his   lips   up   something   smug.      ❛   you’re   at   the   school   gym   ,   sweetheart.   your   intended   plans   don’t   mean   to   shit   to   me.   ❜   he   breaks  away   to   scan   the   gym   again   like   he’s   had   been   before.      ❛   I’m   looking   for   my   sister   ,   have   you   seen   her   ?   name’s   wren   ?   tall   ?   redhead   ?   fangs   ?   ❜   atlas   gives   a   look   back   to   her   that   gives   off   a   so   -   have   -   you   -   seen   -   her   -   vibe.  

Despite having been at the school for about a month, Josie still found herself getting lost around campus. She’s only got the route to all her classes memorized by now, none of which were located in the building where the more athletic rooms were. The gifted human had been in search for the locker room and pool but instead stumbled into the gym. She didn’t mean to stare for longer than she should have, but even now she’s still intrigued by vampires and also very, very fucking gay. (a distant part of her brain is reminded of a stupid care-bear she’d been gifted as a child that sang ‘lets get physical’ but that’s neither here nor there.) ❝Keep the attitude directed at the punching bag, Miss Nosferatu.❞  Josie raises her hands in mock surrender, ❝Just looking for the pool locker room.❞

     THE GYM WAS never usually somewhere soren ended up. her means of getting physical frustrations out typically ended in other sort of endeavors, but she needed a distraction, and all the usual ones she had were seemingly unavailable. she was going to take what she could, if that meant getting sweaty with other means, so be it. black bike shorts clung to her thighs, her red locks tamed back by a hair band, lips quirking up into a smirk at the voice across the room. ❝ no need to be so angry, chérie. ❞ the words slipping from her lips as her runners hit the mat. she slid her phone into the pocket of the seam of her shorts as she made her way over, hands grasping the bag as she glanced around it, a flash of her teeth present on her face. ❝ solo seems so … boring. ❞

one of the few places that diego actually enjoyed was the gym. there he could make an attempt to get out some of his pent up anger. although it didn’t completely remove the rage from inside of him, it helped him to not lash out at everyone he spoke to and that was good enough. “if you want a private gym session, think about going to a gym that isn’t open to everyone. your plans really don’t impact my life so… tough shit.” diego shrugged, walking up to the punching bag next to her and hitting it a few times. he wasn’t going to let some entitled girl distract him from his workout.