it's 3 am...do you know where your tail-flame is?

Charater: Vyjats Fulcaj
Weating: Faded Jeans and sandals.

Vyjats walked along the corridor slowly, murmuring to himself while moving his hands from side to side.
It was clear that he didn't try to sleep, he was awake and wore his casual clothes. Even his eyes were wide open.
He seemed concentrated, like he is solving some difficult math problem in his head.

Suddenly, shouting invaded his deep thought, and he couldn't think clearly anymore. He kept walking, faster this time, searching for the source of shouting, that disturbed him so much.
He finaaly found himself standing in front of dormitorie #313, with two 'dragons inside. Probably those who shouted.

"Excuse me?", he said quietly, almost whispering.

 

OOC:| just FYI, you forgot the timestamp... XD

In Play - http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=566Kitirah MoonBlayde</a>
Wearing - Black flannel pyjama pants, grey hooded sweatshirt
Form - Bipedal

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Shadows filled the unlit stairwells throughout the dorms, making it incredibly difficult to see anything whatsoever within there depths. Occasionally, when a dorm-room door was opened down one of the hallways on the surrounding levels, a little of the light would spill out into the hallway, briefly and barely illuminating whatever or whoever happened to be lurking there at the time. Noise would spill out briefly before the door snapped shut again, closing off the alluring worlds of light and warmth, leaving the hallways back to their dark existence.

Another door opened somewhere down the fourth floor, and a good amount of luminance flooded out, and into the stairwell that connected the 3rd and 4th floors. A pair of blue-green metallic eyes glowed in the deeper shadows momentarily, as they refracted the light, and then the owner of said eyes recoiled from the harsh brightness.

As per normal and due to her vampiric nature, Kitirah was out wandering the halls instead of studying like she should have been. She had a huge test in Crykinetics tomorrow, and though she was fairly confident, she should still have been studying. She still just couldnÂ’t always get the solid freezing process to go slow enough to prevent the subject from cracking, or at worst, exploding. Oh well. She was bored as all hell, couldnÂ’t concentrate, and wanted to wander.

Â’Hell on this miserable schoolÂ…Â’ her mind screeched at her in defiance. She should have enrolled in one of the others. But, then again, this one seemed to have an abundance of illegal activities and mischief going on in the night hours, and that was always fun.

The sudden commotion of screeches and curses from up one level jolted her out of faerie land of boredom. Fox-like ears pricked forwards with immense curiosity, and interest obviously piques, the silver thill-furred rose from her perch on the steps, and flickered down the stairs. The Yki needed a bit of excitement, so there was really no harm in investigating, now was there?

For the time being, she’d shifted her huge silver feathered wings from existence, because they were annoying her. The feathers had decided to become itchy tonight, and she’d been having none of that whatsoever. So, she was just a normal ‘dragon wandering the halls.

Just ahead of her, one of the doors was open, number 313, and the shouts and curse appeared to be emanating from in there. Another ‘dragon was peering in cautiously, as though unsure of what action to take. Sidling up beside him, she peeked around the doorframe, took note of the situation, and then pulled her head back. Turning an eye at the other male standing in the opening, she cocked her head, studying him in an intensive, and generally unnerving way.

"What exactly is going on, do you know?" she asked him casually.

 

It was annoying. It was 3:00 AM, and they are shouting. Cursing.
He was annoyed. They disturbed his thought. His ideas.

He looked at the two 'dragons with an annoyed expression on his awake, serious face, his grey ear twitching.
As he stared at them, another 'dragon cam close.
"Not exactly", he said quietly, you can obviously say he was shy, "All I know is that they disturbed me with their loud shouts and curses", he finished and sighed heavily, like he is trying to tell them he was angry.

He kept staring continuesly at the two of the 'dragons, waiting for an apology. It took them a long time to apologise, he thought, and not a proper apology.

His ear twitched again.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hope it's not to late to join....
Who: Dewlap Meldilane</td></tr></table>


Idly walking down the corridor, she was going to practice some flying in the field. She noticed the yelling, and decided to check it out. She got there and looked a the two grirls "<span style='color:purple'>If you don't mind me asking, what is this ruckus</span>" she had her hands on her hips and was looking displeased.

 

OOC:| meh, I seriously doubt it. It's never too late to join. Hry, Draconan, it's your turn to post at the "Of Jasmine Blossoms and Cinnamon" post, by the way. XD

BIC:|

The silver thill shrugged idly when the other male 'dragon answered her query with little more information then she'd already had. This was amusing, in a manner of speaking, but kind of annoying in others. She hadn't been sleeping, so it really wasn't a point of bother to her. SHe'd just been lurking in the stairwell, waiting for some unfortunate to stumble through so she could take a quick drink. Hell, she was naturally a little evil. Who cares?

Kit watched as the two stopped screaming at each other, and the one attempted a lame apology. Oh well, they probably hadn't intended to disturb anyone. A cynical half smile crept onto her face, and she leaned against the wall outside the door.

"Oh, personally, I don't mind at all." she spoke softly "I was already up and wandering the halls."

Ears twitched at the approach of another 'dragon from down the hallway. Narrowing her eyes, she turned her head fractionally, and out of the corner of one metallic orb, caught a glance of the latest arrival. Apparently, she wasn't well pleased. Not that Kit gave a damn.

Pulling her hands out the pockets of her black flannel pyjama pants, she folded them across her chest, occasionally idly picking at her grey hooded sweatshirt. How the hallway always got indefinitely crowded whenever she tried to go anywhere was beyond her understanding, but then again, it was a school.

But it was also 3 AM...

Eyeing the newcomer with a sort of feigned disinterest for several moments, she puffed a strand of her blue and black hair out of her eyes, and then turned back to the situation at hand, which was far better at securing her interest than a haughty and unpleased 'dragon trolling the halls.

 

Vyjats listened to the other 'dragon who came right after him, expecting her to scold the two noisemakers. But what she finally said, was disappointing.

"Well, I was awake also," ear twitching again, rapidly, "And I was disturbed too", his eyes narrowed with anger. Scaning both of the noisemaker, maybe just to show them how angry he was, or maybe because he didn't really know what to say next.

"Now, the important thing is", he said quietly with the same serious tone. "Is that you'll be quieter now", he said, his voice sounded more calm and a small smile spread on his grey face.

 

Vyjats watched as one of the 'dragons chased the other one. It was quite fun to look at. He laughed loudly. He couldn't really stop himself from doing so.

You have no powers?, he asked, giggling between Syllables.
As he started laughing, his anger disappeared like he was never there.
He was completley gone.

All Vyjats did was to watch the interesting, and funny scene he encountered.
Maybe it was worth stopping him from thinking for some time.

Vyjats always enjoys a good laugh.

 

Kitirah couldn't help but let a mild half-smile flit over her face as she watched the antics of the two fighting 'dragons in the dorm room, screaming at each other, and launching themselves about like children. She nearly followed Vyjats' example and almost started to laugh. This was certainly more amusing than it should have been.

Being up this early must affect the maturity center or some such nonsense, because these two were bordering on being labeled certifiably nuts.

But it was growing rather old quite fast. As amusing as she cound these types of things, the silver thill had the attention span of a rock sometimes, and couldn't focus on anything unless it was doing something extremely out of the ordinary.

Shifting impatiently, she decided to wait a few more minutes before flitting off back down the hallway to lurk in the stairwell again. For, as amusing as she found that to be, she could only do it for so long as well.

Hell and above, she needed a past time.

One that didn't consist of causing chaos and havoc every five seconds at that. The last time she'd tried to get a hobby, she'd ended up blowing up half of the science lab. Not good.