each day through my window;; open

[*donatello nico van Garret]

But it was just my imagination
Runnin away with me
tell you it was just my imagination
running away with me
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APPERANCE

The day was beautiful the sun was shinning and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was very out of character for any sort of weather over England and weather most people would be grateful to see at this time of the year. Well the usual weather pattern of England was a main reason in why Donatello had decided that it was to be his long term residence, well for now at least. The senior student would get the oddest look from someone if he told them the weather was the reason why he chose to move to England, especially when his mediterranean accented words suggest he was use to the hot climated weather of that region. Well a lot had changed since his birth in Athens, especially since that was three centuries ago. The not so young Donatello van Garret was one of many at the school that belonged to at least three supernatural species on the earth, though to the one that had some of the most restrictions. Sunlight wasn't really as deadly as the tales told, all it really did was make his statue like pale skin shimmer like glitter or diamonds. It was actually quite annoying in his opinion, travelling around the human world restricted to shadows, since alerting others of his immortal state was forbidden.

This was exactly the reason why the vampire, acting as a seventeen year old, had been sitting nearly perfectly still under a set of trees for the last two hours. An annoyed scowl was placed upon his nearly perfect face, only marked by scar cutting through his left eye. Scars didn't bother him, he has a total of four visible ones. The fourth, over his eye, being made by a vampire and didn't seem to want to heel after being made. Three years ago, when he entered the school for pure fun, walking across the grounds to go back inside would have been easier then what it was now. Humans were now allowed in the school, eight to be exact. Why? He hadn't the slightest idea but went to allow it because the wolf didn't want it. Sure it was for spite, but that didn't matter, he just had to make sure his human eating vampires didn't get out of hand. It wasn't too hard, he was doing fairly fine, though avoiding them as much as he could. Though the fact that he had to watch himself now was a little annoying.

Tired of staring at the lucious green grounds and blue sky, that he couldn't enjoy, he closed his eyes leaning his head against the tree he placed himself sitting in front of. Making himself more comfortable, he placed his hands behind his head and bent one leg at the knee giving off a very comfortable look. He was actually quite comfortable but his ability to resemble a statue remarkably probably told onlookers that he wasn't that comfy. Though he wasn't going to worry himself about how poeple looking at him would think. One because he didn't have to, he already knew what they were thinking and two because he was sure it didn't really matter.

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lyrics:Just my imagination -Gwenth Peltrow and Babyface
notes:someone needed to post a rp first, so i did

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[kevyn alyson tennant]

Kevyn Alyson Tennant
You're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
You're burnin' bridges baby
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The sun was shining, the birds were singing, but this meant little to our girl Kevyn because she wasn't being extremely observant today. The weather meant little to her, mainly because no matter what it was she was still out and about. Unlike most girls she had no real care about getting her hair messed up by the wind or her clothes covered in grass stains. She had grown bored of the school already - she couldn't stand the sight of the castle walls anymore - so she was often found roaming around in the woods or other areas with absolutely nothing to do. Like all wolves she enjoyed running and doing anything fast. She wasn't the kind of girl to waste her time to take in the sights and smells. Usually Kevyn was out and about with nothing but the clothes on her back, she enjoyed exploring her mind and thinking as the world passed her by - today was different. Today would not have been the most ideal day to run into our pink haired friend. She had woken up, let's say, on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Sure, she didn't need to sleep, she never really liked to, but sometimes she needed to give way and escape reality. A lot had been on her mind recently since the school year had come close to starting and she wasn't quite sure why. It may had been the fact that they let humans into the school - she seemed to be in a perpetual downward spiral since finding out. Thoughts plagued her mind since finding out about the school's new type of students. It was bad enough she had to go to school with a bunch of leeches but at least she didn't have to worry about accidently hurting them - much. She had begun to have nightmares, which is now why she sleeps only when she gets extremely stressed out. The nightmares are just clips from her past, of her brother Tynan, and of everything that had happened.

Today Kevyn couldn't even deal with her own thoughts. She grabbed her MP3 player and headphones and put on the loudest music she could to drown out her own mind. She had been running for hours and still felt no physical complications. She didn’t feel short of breath, her legs didn’t hurt, her muscles didn’t scream. That was probably why she hated humans so much – they could still feel all the things she never even got to experience. As soon as she began to let her mind begin to think again she switched to another play list and lost herself in the music. To much was happening all at once and she just needed a breather, figuratively of course. Breathing was something she always needed, thus after 127 years of experience, she had mastered the control. She felt so completely old when she looked at herself. Yes, she looked like a seventeen year old. Yes, she acted like a seventeen year old most of the time. But she would notice her eyes, and to her, her eyes gave her age away. They were dark, she couldn’t hide anything from people if they knew how to read her eyes. Luckily for her she always seemed to be able to get out of things by using her “womanly charms”. Not she wasn’t a slut, she was just flirtatious. All of the sudden there was silence and Kevyn fumbled for her MP3 player only to find that the battery was dead. Piece of crap she muttered to herself. She had considered going back to the school seeing as she had killed a couple of hours but then she caught a scent in the air. No, not a scent, a stench.

Of course Kevyn knew what kind of odor was wafting through the air as she searched for the source. It wasn’t like she was looking for trouble, more like entertainment. She loved tracking, and seeing as her music was kaput, she decided to follow the scent to the source to keep her mind busy. The closer she got, the more it smelled. She never minded tracking other species but one stank more than all the others to her. Vampires. She drew nearer and nearer and it was all she could to do keep herself quiet. She came upon a small clearing and saw someone sitting underneath a tree, still as a statue. She had never actually seen a vampire in the sunlight before – but she had heard what happens when their skin meets sunlight and she understood why they couldn’t just go strolling down the street on a sunny day after seeing the way his skin glimmered as if covered in hundreds of thousands of diamonds. It took her a minute to get over the shock of seeing the vampire so unprotected before she realized who exactly she had found. Donatello something or other. She wasn’t that good with names of vampires, she tried not to keep up a familiarity. She knew little about him other than that he was a vampire and went to school with her. They had passed each other once or twice in the halls, inevitable seeing how small the school is. Kevyn took in a deep breath – big mistake seeing as she nearly gagged from the smell – and strolled to stand across from where the guy was sitting. She leaned against a tree and looked towards him, her arms crossed, and cleared her throat, “I wondered what smelled so bad.” She said with a smirk, jokingly, she wasn’t here to start a fight.

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COUNT ;; 938 words
TAG ;; donatello nico von garret &
& if someone else pops in.
ICON CREDIT ;; me
SONG CREDIT ;; "heels over head"
by boys like girls
OTHER ;; could he (dnvg) HAVE
a longer name?! =P

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[*donatello nico van Garret]

But it was just my imagination
Runnin away with me
tell you it was just my imagination
running away with me
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Never having the need before, but Donatello found himself thinking about buying a pair of sunglasses or atleast looking through his luggage for a pair that he might have stumbled on years ago. Though the only time sunlight had been a real problem for him in the means of his eyes was when he was a teen in Athens, the sun was pretty hot and wasn't much shade around. Unlike most he knew his past wasn't something he shyed away from thinking about it wasn't as horrible as other peoples around. Though to be fair, there wasn't much that could be horrible back when not many things were invented, sure the work was harder and more strenuous in the seventeenth century, but it wasn't unliveable. Well that was until the town got hit with a cause of an influenza strand that he still wasn't sure what it was. Things were a little downhill from there, with the death of his family and all, and his turning into an immortal being. Sure the thoughts of what ifs reined through his head every now and again, but he came to terms quite quickly with what happened and he wasn't really about to wish this on his elderly parents and three younger siblings. This didn't exactly mean he was ashamed of his vampirism or anything, he was actually quite fond of it, only resenting the no sunlight in the public eye for one. He could see anyone that would give up living forever, extra speed and strength, enhanced smell and sight and his special gift of reading the minds of others. It was basically a dream come true for all those comic book lovers, if he wanted to be he could cover his body in some sort of spandex and claim a hero identity. Well he saw two things wrong with that, first of all the spandex (he never understood that craze at all) and the fact that becoming a hero meant not surviving off the race he would be intending to save and the thought of feeding on aniamals almost made him physically shiver. He didn't know how anyone could reduce themselves to that, the blood wasn't as rich as that of humans and surely wasn't as fun obtaining. Sure messing with the emotions of humans was something that was frowned upon on most, but they did it to the animals they hunted for food, though in a more manipulative way. Least he was preying on those with a similar intelligence level, well most of the time.

He cursed himself silently without moving a muscle in his statue like body. Thinking of food when he was no where near ready to hunt had always a taboo sort of thing for him, it was much harder to control himself. Being the oldest out of nearly everyone, he didn't want to be the first to attack one of the humans inhabiting the place with them. Though he knew if he were to open his eyes, the sunlight would make the red linings very much visible to anyone within a close distance to him. He wasn't just holding himself back because of something to do with his own mindset, it was more of a sort of pity thing for the humans. That thought almost making his blood turn cold, he hadn't thought of pitying the human race in a century of two. But something about the eight here being forced into a world where they were playing with their life. It just wasn't the same, it didn't seem fair. He liked a hunt where they got to, atleast sub-consciencously, attempt to save their own life. Well only if they didn't get fooled by the charm, and other tricks. Though he couldn't say the same for others like him, he liked the chase and it was no fun if the human was clearly not interested, then it became too much work. There at that thought Donatello stop his thoughts right in the middle.That was as far as thinking about food as he would allow himself to go. He needed something to take his mind off of the now cat and mouse came that he often played with the humans even if they didn't notice it. Just before he was about to let out a sigh, he caught wift of a very familiar but annoy oudor, a werewolf was entering his company. If he wasn't so against letting them see the annoyance they were to him he would have grimaced, but he kept his face perfectly still.

He wasn't exactly on horrible terms with the werewolves at the school, though he wasn't best friends with them either. It was more of a you mind your own and I'll stick to my thing, usually it worked but you got some stray wovles that liked to press the boundaries of the vampires. He tended to have a better tolerance then a couple of others he knew, but you could only push him so far. Without moving, as if staying perfectly still would keep the wolve moving on their way, though of course that wasn't likely but one could hope right? He took in another sniff of the air and recognized the smell, of course it was of werewollf, but it seemed like she was a familiar one. He envied her slightly she wasn't bound to the shadows and that could lead to a bitter confrontataions right now, but he'd just play it by year. He resisted the urge to smile when he heard her thinking about what she's heard about what happens when he walks out into the sun or the fact that she could only remeber his first name but wasn't sure of it. Though he could hear these things he never if ever releaved them to the people around him, it probably wouldn't go over all that well in his mind anyway. Her comment about his smell was what made his lips move into a crooked smile, You know I was having the exact same thoughts.

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tags: Kevyn and Whoever
word count: 1086 wrds
lyrics:Just my imagination -Gwenth Peltrow and Babyface
notes:actually yes I believe he could, lol

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