` sell your soul. [ DANTE ]

[blair keynes]

Blair Sibella Keynes.
"im holding on so tightly now, my insides screaming out"


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Blair Sibella Keynes layed in her dorm room bed, her eyelids covering her chocolate brown eyes and a light breathing sound escaped from her mouth. Oh no, she wasn't sleeping, simply resting. She was alone in her room, where her roommate was she'll never know. But, at the moment, Blair was her own little land, a dream land. Where things were perfect. She was living with her father and Alice again and the rest of her family. But, obviously, it was only in her imagination. Blair knew her right place was at winterthorne, no matter how much she hated it there.

Blair sprang up with a start ,the annoying beeping noise erupted from her bedside table. "fuckkk..." she moaned and lazily slapped her hand to her alarm clock. Although the girl was a vampire, she enjoyed closing her eyes and taking a breather ever once and a while, it usually helped her with her anger issues.. The brunette swung her feet over the side of her and got up scratching her head. Her brown eyes glanced at the clock. 10:30? Blair just settled down for an attempt for a nap, after a long day of school work, and she ignored the world around her till 10:30? Wow, she didn't expect that. Blair stripped down to her undergarments, and started putting on a very expensive designer dress from her closet. Blair randomly turning up her ipod and listening to a secondhand serenade while getting dressed was her morning routine. She danced around in her room and got dressed at the same time, nobody could deny the fact, Blair Keynes was a freak. She was a major one, Blair was immature but in a mature way. The minute she had finished dressing she gazed at herself in the mirror, nobody could deny the fact the girl was hot. She had a killer bod, plus she was beautiful. Blair smiled at herself in the mirror and made her was out the door.

She walked casually down the hallway at Winterthorne Academy and ignored the gazes that followed her. Where would she go? Everyone she knew was in bed, and that wasn't alot of people. the rooftop the word echoed in her hand and she smiled. Blair absolutely adored that place. It was perfect for alone time and she could always clear her mind up there. Blair spun around on her heel and began to make her way up to the rooftop. Blair skipped up the steps two at a time and smiled as she burst open the doors of the rooftop, and she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, smelling everything around her in one single breath. Ah, she loved being a vampire especially the super senses part. Blair walked towards the edge of the rooftop and stood on it, looking down and smiling. No, she wasn't afraid of heights because she knew she wouldn't trip, or stumble or fall off the roof. Blair hummed a tune and closed her eyes once more, savoring the moment.

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S t a t u s ; complete
W o r d s ; 511, without codes
Q u o t e; sell your soul -hollywood undead
A p p e r a n c e; clickk
N o t e s;

[Dante Pryzdatek]

`Dante Pryzdatek~

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Sitting on the end of his bed, simply thinking about everything, his mind racing through the topics as if he were a racing car driver, Dante slumped back onto the blanket. To put it nicely, Dante was bored out of his mind, and to tell the truth, he didn't think that there was anything that was going to get him out of his mood. His roommates were out, whoever the hell they were; Dante didn't usually infatuate himself with people that were that immature; and he was alone. Dante had considered breaking out the old guitar, having not played it for what seemed like an eternity, but after realising that two of the six strings were broken, threw it back under the bed, and again fell backwards onto the spring surface that he was so accustomed to feeling underneath him.

Dante had spent the day at school, as usual. He hadn't cut school at all that day, he wasn't in the mood for circumventing the rules at all, he was in the mood for, well, being bored. Okay, he hadn't really chosen that, but it had engulfed him, and Dante found that he no longer had the patience to do anything, and he may as well just sit back and relax. He desperately wanted to do something, to meet someone, but his judgmental, mean, snobby persona had stopped that for him too, most of the guys he met were intimidated by him, and the girls were too slutty or frigid for his liking. He was so picky when it came to, well, everything. If Dante could totally change the person he was, he would scrap everything that he had, and make himself someone new. How the boy hated Winterthorne and everyone that was in it, to put it simply, there wasn't a word strong enough to describe how he really felt, how angry it made him, how he wanted to go home. So there the boy sat, waiting for something to happen, playing on his phone, texting random people. A couple of times he dozed off, but was woken up by the sound of Adelaide by Ben Folds playing, the sound of his hone ringing.

Glancing at the clock, seeing the time to be just past ten-thirty, Dante stood up from his bed and stretched his arms out. He must have spent two hours or so on his bed, drifting in and out. Deciding to take the step that he had been reluctant to take before, Dante exited his room, his yawning seeming to be on a 6 second schedule. Following his instincts, just wandering where ever his legs took him, Dante's mind was miles away, when he found himself at a door. Hang on, where the hell was he? "What the fuck?" He questioned, before pushing the door open and finding that he was on the rooftops. How the hell had he even gotten here? What had he done that had made him tune out, and why did his subconscious tell him to go there? Dante never went to the rooftops, it was never fun for him. Shaking his head in reluctance, Dante's eyes fell on a girl, someone that Dante didn't know. Taking the few steps that he needed to get to the edge, Dante sat himself down, staring off into space. "Nice night, huh?" He said, nodding, before realising that he had just spoken to the girl. Whatever happened to his superiority complex? Dante was certainly not feeling his self tonight, that was for sure.

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[blair keynes]

Blair Sibella Keynes.
"im holding on so tightly now, my insides screaming out"


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Blair continued humming a tune and then, she stopped. Randomly and to her own disappointment, she heard someone coming up the stairs. what the fuck?, the voice echoed in her head and she closed her eyes, attempting to tune it out. She came out here to get some peace and quite and now people were coming to int erupting her. Blair continued staring out at the grounds, ignoring the person who was approaching. She took a deep breathing, inhaling and exhaling his scent. vampire she thought and smirked. It was her kind, so they were bound to get along, somewhat. Blair wasn't one to get along with anyone. Sure, she was pretty popular around the school, but she couldn't care less. She preferred to be alone anyways. But, that never stopped her from making new friends, or enemies. Mostly enemies, but she couldn't really help it. She was the girl everybody loved to hate. She was rich, sexy and had a killer sense of fashion. Plus, she was a bitch. No, not just a bitch, the bitch. Everyone at Winterthorne pretty much knew not to mess with her, or else they wouldn't go to sleep with their head still attached. Sure, it may sound harsh in a way, but it was just how her mind worked. She was a cold hearted bitch, and she loved it.

Blair heard the boy speak and listened to his words, nodding slightly and storing his voice in her head mentally, for future purposes. "Yes, it is" she replied in her soothing velvet voice, it was almost a seductive purr. Blair was just a tease sometimes, even if she didn't know the guy, she would be making him wish he had her. "Hello" she greeted sweetly, too sweetly. Basic Blair move. Start off sweet and if she liked you, she would continue with the sweet act. If she didn't like you, well...that was a different story. If she didn't like someone, then it was full bitch mode. "I'm Blair" she introduced herself and her voice was confident, as if she was addressing the queen of england as herself. Blair turned to face him and studied his features. He was slightly taller, and had a cute face. Blair flashed her million dollar smile at him and flipped her brunette curls over her shoulder. "what, if you don't mind me asking, are you doing up here so late?" she asked him and batted her eyelashes a few times. Blair turned on her black heal and faced the scenery again. Blair adjusted her white dress, tracing the design patterns with a long white manicured finger as she waited for the boy to respond.

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S t a t u s ; complete
W o r d s ; 444, without codes
Q u o t e; sell your soul -hollywood undead
A p p e r a n c e; clickk
N o t e s; im museless, sorry.

[Dante Pryzdatek]

`Dante Pryzdatek~

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Shaking his head slightly as the boy touched his index fingers to his temple, Dante exhaled deeply. He didn't know why he was up on the roof, how he got there, and what he was doing talking to.. whoever it was. He knew she was a vampire, whether it was the familiar scent of his own kind, or just the talk of the school, but he didn't know her name, her age, or anything else about her. In fact, although Dante's ego usually solved this for him, the boy was surprised that she was even talking to him, let alone looking at him in the face. She just seemed like... like she wouldn't give a crap about Dante. But to be totally honest, Dante would care if she didn't, he liked what he saw, and well, when he saw something he liked, nothing else mattered.

Realizing his fingers from his face, Dante leaned back, using his now free hands to keep his balance. Using a kind of smirk that seemed oddly confident, although it wasn't intended to be cocky, Dante looked the girl up and down. She was older, that was for sure, she was more than likely rich, judging by the clothes, and she was good looking. Grinning back at the girl, as her smile almost gave him the chills, Dante nodded towards the girl. Blair. Nope, he didn't know her. It was a nice name, though, and Dante was beginning to wish that he had known her before that night.

Smiling to himself as he basked in the luck that had been entrusted upon him, to accidentally find his way to the roof, in a trance that had been seemingly unfortunate at the time. Rocking forward, Dante realized that he should have introduced himself when the girl did, and almost kicked himself for not having done so. "D-Dante." The boy rushed himself into saying, while surprising himself all the more. Did Dante, the Dante just stutter? Please, please tell the boy that it didn't actually happen, that it was just a figment of his imagination. "Late? This isn't late." Dante winked towards the girl, still not being able to believe his childishness. "But I needed some fresh air. The rooftop, it has, um, plenty of that, right?" Dante said, dragging his eyes away from Blair to look up at the sky. If God actually cared for the boy, Dante would get struck by lightning at that point exactly.

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[blair keynes]

Blair Sibella Keynes.
"im holding on so tightly now, my insides screaming out"


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"Nice to meet you, Dante" her voice was monotone, and she smiled at the boy. The smile didn't really touch her eye, it was a Blair smile..which wasn't really a smile..just a twitch. Blair's smile turned into a smirk. "Yes, im pretty sure a place at the top of the school, in the outside world, would have plenty of air" she scoffed lightly and flipped a brunette curl over her shoulder, rolling her brown eyes. "So Dante, your a vampire, im guessing" she paused to make sure she was right. She didn't want to look like an idiot in front of the boy, especially since she just met him. "How old are you?" she asked and bit her bottom lip. Blair wasn't being nosy..she was being, well...Blair. It was her personally. A curious young woman.

Blair returned to humming a basic tune as she waited for the boys answer. She didn't really want to be nosy by listening in on the boys thoughts, mostly because she didn't know him well enough. She usually listened into someone's thoughts, once she knew them well enough. In a way, Blair pictured Dante as a friend. Not because of his attitude towards him, but by his outfit. He was casual, but still had an air of rich towards him. Blair didn't even know if he was rich, but it didn't really matter at the moment. "Dante, are you new to the school?" she asked and blinked a few times. Basic habit for the girl, Blair didn't really have to blink. But, it did get a little annoying staying still, but if she really wanted to, she could. It was just a habit she picked up from the humans around the school. Well, not humans..but the weird gifted ones anyways. Blair took another deep breath, another human habit, and stared out into the night listening to the sounds around her.

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S t a t u s ; complete
W o r d s ; too lazy to check, but im guessing some where in between 200-300
Q u o t e; sell your soul -hollywood undead
A p p e r a n c e; clickk
N o t e s; im extremely museless! im sorry, this was a done quickly. oh and, you have to go on the cbox more! thats where the action happens!

[Dante Pryzdatek]

Raising his left eyebrow nonchalantly at the mention of her being 'pleased to meet him', she didn't seem like the kind of girl that would be pleased to meet anyone. "Duh." He muttered under his breath so that the girl wouldn't actually hear him, Dante knew that what he had said before was actually rather stupid. It was weird, around girls he was usually cool, charming and collected, but he couldn't really seem to channel his sarcasm or dry wit into the conversation, and he was really starting to look like an idiot in front of the girl, Blair, her name was. She had that air about her, she was rich, she was popular and she was the 'it' girl, Dante could figure that out just fro laying his eyes on her. It was obvious, the way she talked, the way she dressed and the way she looked. She was rather good-looking of course, and Dante figured that that was tone of the few reasons that he was tongue tied, and the boy couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself.

"Yeah, pure blood, of course." Dante answered, knowing that the girl had probably picked up on the scent that he gave off, the scent that was common to all vampires. "I think it's pretty obvious, you know, that you are too. All the good lookin' ones are vampires." The boy joked, a smirk lighting up his face. "And I'm sixteen." He grinned, sending the girl a wink. He figured that she was older, if only a bit, by both the way she was acting, and the way she looked. Nodding as the girl asked if he was new to the school, Dante smiled. "Relatively." He smirked, looking up into the sky, at all the stars and the moon, and the small patch of clouds that covered only a minuscule portion of something that was so vast, so endless.

At least Dante was back to his usual self, well, almost. Something that usually didn't happen to the boy was a raised heartbeat, and for some reason, this girl had inflicted it on him. Was he nervous? Dante couldn't help but feel guilty. This wasn't really working out the way that he planned... Taking a deep breath in, Dante realized that thinking about that wasn't exactly the best thing for his self-esteem while he was talking to the girl. It just made him even more awkward. Fuckk... Dante thought, as he looked down from the sky to the girl. It was probably nothing, I mean, who wouldn't be awkward around someone that was seemingly perfect. No, it was nothing.

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Comment: Sorry, it was meant to be better, but after writing it out, the window was closed, and i had to rewrite it, and needless to say, it wasn't pretty. And... it does? Lol.