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Post by Coldfire on Mar 18, 2010 19:18:35 GMT -5
moirae macey
DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER
you can be mine, baby what's your starsign
won't you take a step into the lion's den
i can here my conscience calling me
saying i'm gonna be a bad girl again [/color]
Whenever she thought about it, she found she couldn't think about it. Something had changed, but it never let her figure out what. In some ways, it drove her insane, but she could never focus on it long enough to actually really care. But she was slowly changing more and more. She could figure that much out. But it didn't matter.
She slipped the last, careful pin into her hair, smiling slightly now that all of her black hair was out of her face and instead blending with the back of her black tank top. With that, she was a slave to the sin she didn't know she'd ended up with, and she slipped out of her room, walking rather purposely to the male hall.
She stopped outside the door she would normally never be caught outside of. Wilder's. A grin cracked out and she raised her fist to rap her knuckles on the door.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 28, 2010 18:13:55 GMT -5
Wilder was fixated on his computer. Most would think it weird that Wilder would be caught on a computer when he spent so much time as an animal, annoying others, and running around outside. Seeing Wilder on a computer was certainly a strange thing. He wasn't on often because he was out most of the time. And because he did spend a lot of time exercising his power and shifting into various animals. Though it would be weird if people always pictured Wilder in his room, sleeping in his bed as a cat or something.... which he did do from time to time. Hey, it was comfortable!
Wilder had just finished an e-mail to his brothers. The usual update. How's things? What are you up to? What's your plans for the next week or so? His Thornley music was blasting from his speakers so he almost didn't hear the knock on his door.
He looked up, a puzzled look on his face. Why would someone knock on his door? That certainly didn't happen often. Nobody ever casually visited Wilder. They all thought he was annoying. The only time someone would come, it was to bang on the door and yell there was some mandatory meeting or training session or something. No, this light, casual knocking was strange.
He looked back at his computer clicked 'send' on the e-mail and then closed the window. He turned the volume on his speaker way down so it was barely audible and stood up.
He stretched, having sat in his chair for a while typing out the e-mail. He made his way across his room. Only when he was unlocking the door did he realize he had left his button up shirt wide open. Oh well. If the other person didn't like it, it would be their problem for making an unexpected visit.
He opened the door and stood, dumbfounded, blinking at Moirae. What was she doing here? Wasn't she competing with Nick for having the most hatred towards him or something? He tilted his head to the side. Um... Are you lost? Was the only logical thing that came to mind.
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