forum Eastwood -Supernatural Academy (Closed probably)

Started June 07, 2018 by Deleted user

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"What's in there?" Dalton said to her.

Cicada smirked, "You'll have to come and find out."

The cubby could definitely fit two. Especially since it came out to a larger area.

(Sorry it took so long! Here’s the angsty backstory!):
“Well, it is a bit of a sore subject, but we’re gonna spend who knows how long together, so I’ll tell you,” Wess shrugged, “My father died when I was young, and my mother was heartbroken over it. She never did remarry, though. Well, one day, she got really drunk, and-“ Wess hesitated, “and my mother came over to me and Reece, my younger sister. She- she started to hit me, funny enough, I wasn’t too mad about that. But-“ Wess’s throat started to constrict, but Wess tried to keep his voice level, “But when she started to move over to Reece, something snapped. I knew I couldn’t make it in time, so I reached out, even though I knew it wouldn’t do anything, but funnily enough, when my mother threw the first punch, her fist stopped in thin air. She kept trying, but there seemed to be something stopping her. Turned out, I was able to control the light from the ceiling light to create a barrier. As soon as my mother found out, she sent me here,” Wess sighed sadly, “I don’t know what happened to Reece, but I’m hoping she’s ok,” Wess felt tears welling up, but suppressed them, “Sorry, that was a pretty big rant I went on,” Wess laughed, “I’m not usually such a downer, I swear.”

Dalton sighed and climbed his way into the cubby, He sat down on the ground when he reached the larger area. "Cool!" He said clearly amused.

"Wonder what this was used for," Cicada's hand was on fire as she looked around for clues.

Dalton looked around the area, "Storage maybe? The question is what were they storing?"

(Question one: Who is Penny going to room with? Question two: how can I bring Penny into this?)

(Can someone please tell me?)

"Dead bodies?" Cicada suggested. Her fire was beginning to freak her out. She moved it to her back. That way she couldn't see it.

"No, no, it's f-fine," Vien assured him. "My family was burned at the stake for magic. We were blamed for a bunch of d-disappearances and murders, and they killed all but one of us. And that was m-me," he said, his tone growing slightly sadder as he spoke, his hand moving up to fiddle with his locket. It was one of the only things that had survived the fire, other than the family spellbook

(Question one: Who is Penny going to room with? Question two: how can I bring Penny into this?)

(Can someone please tell me?)

(Talk to Tristan idk what to do with him)

Dalton looked at Cicada as she moved the fire behind her, he was confused by it but didn't question it. "Maybe." he responded.

Cicada continued looking around, "You find anything?"

“Oh, really? I’m sorry for your loss,” Wess replied, not knowing what else to say.

Vien shrugged. "It was a long time ago. N-Not much to be sorry for anymore." He turned a corner, his face lifting a little as he found the café. "There's the c-café. It's really big," he said quietly

"Not really," Dalton said disappointed, "At least it's a good place to hide or hang out or something."

“Yeah,” Wess agreed, “Well, shall we?” Wess walked up and opened the door, dramatically gesturing to the entrance.

Cicada nodded, "Yeah, let's get out of here."

Dalton got up and followed Cicada out of the cubby. "That was fun."

Vien chuckled softly. "I suppose we shall," he said, a little proud he had managed not to stutter. He opened the door for Wess out of habit, fingers drumming against his thigh absently

Cicada smiled, "Yeah. Let's keep going!"

"You can lead this time." He said stepping aside so Cicada could pass, "By the way, is it cool if I call you like Cece or something. I have a thing for nicknames."

Wess smiled and got into line, it seemed Vien was warming up to him. Wess looked at the menu, scanning the options. None of the options were really appealing to him, so Wess decided to get a normal coffee with some creamer.

Cicada shrugged, "I don't care. I have an uncle that insists on calling my Katydid."

She walked through the library.

Dalton followed, "Katydid? Why?"