Drayke Kingston
human
superhuman strength ability to transform into a gargoyle transformation includes flight, enhanced senses, and resistance to pain, high temperature, and fire
rocks and stones will break your bones, but words have always hurt me.
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Post by Drayke Kingston on Aug 12, 2008 10:30:15 GMT -5
Drayke slowly walked through the cold night, up the winding path and toward the old silver gates, a cigarette perched between his lips. Just like the good ol' days, he thought to himself, a small smirk on his face. He paused in front of the gates and gazed at them for a few moments while he fumbled through the many pockets of his large overcoat. "Underwear... underwear... her underwear... ah, here it is." He removed a slightly rusted silver key and placed it into the lock in the looming gate.
With a small turn and a gentle nudge the entrance to the school slowly creaked open, and Drayke took a moment to admire the magnificence of his old school. Why was he here again? Oh. Right. The murders.
He entered the school grounds, examining the gates as he did so. There didn't appear to be anything magical about them. In fact, there didn't appear to be anything magical about any of the surrounding perimeter of the castle. "With security like this, it's no wonder this place has turned into a fuckin' slaughterhouse," he grumbled as he gently slid the key out of the lock and back into his pocket with one hand and temporarily removed his cigarette to exhale a breath of smoke with the other.
Dressed in a white button-up shirt, black tie, and loose black pants, all covered with a rather large black overcoat, Drayke didn't seem to fit in with the scenery at all. But that was because, technically, this was a business call. About a week earlier the man had gotten a call from an old friend - Jasper Vail. Originally having gone to this very school together, Jazz had since become a teacher at the academy, and now it was Drayke's time to return.
It didn't take long for the man to reach the main entrance to the castle. He casually let himself inside the main foyer and looked around as he called out "Honey, I'm home!"
His voice was venomous with sarcasm. Same old, same old.
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jazz vail
teacher/staff
vampire ability to make images come to life enhanced strength enhanced senses
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Post by jazz vail on Aug 12, 2008 20:33:48 GMT -5
What did he hate more than waking up so early? Other than those punk-ass students who thought they were cool because they signed up for a class called “Battle Tactics”, that is. The answer: dragging himself out of bed so early. It was about four in the afternoon when he got up, unfortunately, because he needed to go make sure that all the arrangements for Drayke’s arrival had been set up. So, he slid on his glasses to rid of the fucking sun (another thing he hadn’t seen in years), and took to weaving his way through students to make sure everything was going to be okay.
Drayke Kingston. How many years had it really been? As he swept through the east hall, black coat swaying as he moved swiftly, he couldn’t help but have memories flow back into him. Laughing at a friend’s joke, complaining about CYP homework, leaning against the walls of the courtyard and checking out the new angel—all of these things slowly came back to him. It was sort of funny how one memory spread into a series of others. In fact, what surprised him more was that he remembered these things now, of all times. He hadn’t even come close to thinking about the old ties he had at Winterthorne until he had called up Kingston.
The whole reason he had asked “Gargoyle”, as he so affectionately called himself back when they were in school, to come back was because of the recent deaths. Honestly, trying to pin the murderer on his own was getting absolutely nowhere, even if Jolie did opt to help every once and a while. What he needed was someone with a bit of experience. That’s where Kingston came in. Everyone need help every once in a while, right? And as much as he hated to admit it, there was a slaughtering going on at Winterthorne, and he needed help stopping it. He hadn’t actually been asked to do anything about the recent (and, frankly, alarming) deaths, but he felt it was sort of his job as a teacher to mess with the students’ heads. Which, coincidentally, is what he did every day at 8 p.m. Battle Tactics.
“Honey, I’m home!”
Same old Drayke.
He swept down the main staircase, hair drawn back as usual, and focused his gaze on the stairs. He didn’t want to actually look up at the other until he was right in front of him. That provided for better shock. That way Drayke would know he collapsed out of either amusement at how bad he looked, depression at how good he looked, or amazement that he seemed exactly the same (instead of being out of breath, or some shit like that). Finally, Jazz found himself nearing Drayke, and he forced himself to look up. Surprise flashed across his eyes. “You got...old.”
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Drayke Kingston
human
superhuman strength ability to transform into a gargoyle transformation includes flight, enhanced senses, and resistance to pain, high temperature, and fire
rocks and stones will break your bones, but words have always hurt me.
Posts: 18
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Post by Drayke Kingston on Aug 13, 2008 10:24:36 GMT -5
Drayke tossed the stub of his cigarette out the main door and watched with mild amusement as his old friend glided down the stairs toward him. He always has to make a fuckin' entrance.
"You got...old."
"That's 'cause I keep gettin' calls from hopeless pricks like you who want me to fix their damn problems for 'em," he replied bluntly, a smirk creeping onto his face. "I mean, seriously, would it kill ya to invite me out for a cup of coffee or somethin' every once in a while? And what was that just then? Were you waitin' for me to come in just so you could prance down those stairs for me?"
He paused as his smirk grew into a grin, then clapped his hand onto his friend's shoulder. "It's good to see ya again Jazz. It's been too long." He brought his arm back to his side and nodded his head to the staircase in front of him. "So, give me the tour. Again. And let's see if we can figure out what the fuck's goin' down 'round here. It's ghost bustin' time."
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jazz vail
teacher/staff
vampire ability to make images come to life enhanced strength enhanced senses
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Post by jazz vail on Aug 13, 2008 11:09:32 GMT -5
Psh, of course he did. Jazz’s lips spread into a small smile as he slid his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth a bit. “C’mon, Draykey. You like fixing my damn problems for me.” And that was the truth. Drayke had always been the one to pull the vampire out of trouble back when they had attended Winterthorne; he hadn’t really paid any attention to it, other than the occasional teasing. There had to be nothing better than insisting upon how Gargoyle-man, aka Kingston, should come and save him in his hour of dire need from his mile-high tower.
Ahh, there was the smirk he had sorely missed. It seemed like their junior year, which they had coined the sarcastic-summer, was filled with a smirk or smug grin wherever you turned. Winterthorne had really changed a lot over the years. It went from “hey, look what we can do!” kids to “oh damn, we’re so fucking badass” wannabes. Plus, he was now the teacher, and it wasn’t exactly fun to go from the smart-ass student to the one who had to deal with the smart-ass student. And then the coffee-comment. “I’m still worship that shit; there’s no way you could get at the coffee if I did have a change of heart and invite you,” he replied airily, suddenly wondering where he could get some coffee. Some things didn’t change.
“And that ‘prance’ took several hours of rehearsing, thank you.”
Watching as the grin spread over the other’s features, he couldn’t help but smile himself. It was still so unreal. Drayke was exactly the same person, only old. That thought just wouldn’t get out of his head. Sure, he knew that people got older, but it just never seemed like it would happen to Drayke. He’d always seemed older than the rest of them—so somehow, in Jazz’s twisted logic, it meant that acting older sufficed, and his looks would be exactly the same. “Missed you too.” His emerald eyes drifted lazily over to the staircase, and he nodded, gesturing for Drayke to follow him.
This was going to be a long day. Winterthorne had changed so much—plus, it was huge—and it would take forever to tour him. “Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters...” he sang under his breath as the started for the eastern hall.
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