Private wth Dragon. <3 Lurkers are welcome, but no posting all the time. o_o;

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I would like teh bios. Since it helps.

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What! I so want to watch that, but we don't get the channel it airs on....

Ooc; I mean, it's really good, but some of the acting is...eh because they're not really experienced. The more episodes you go through, the better they get, though. :P You can find the episodes online. After this last episode --the season finale-- I'll post.

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It be like Moonlight. In the begining of the series, this one actress had really baaad acting then got better as the series progressed into three seasons. Then they were stopped and I was all like DX WHAT!?

:D Mini-rant.

I shall go find it... O.O

Drake ran his fingers through his hair and sighed as he leaned against the wall. The bed he had was nestled in the farthest corner of his room and provided silence from the passerbies that roamed the hallways at night. He held his hands in front of him to watch small flecks of ice form on his fingertips before the crystals fell onto his bed.

Another yawn escaped him, but he did not want to sleep yet or he'd never get through the night. A knock on his door rescued him and he didn't bother to get up to answer it, knowing full well his brother would burst in on his own accord. As if on que, a flustered Storm staggered into the room. Drake raised his brows at his brother who made it to Drake's only chair in the room before collapsing.

"I'm in love," Storm said with a lopsided grin in Drake's direction.

"For how long?" Drake asked, thoughts not filled with surprise, but amusement as he eyed his younger brother.

"Forever," Storm said before he shot a mini whirlwind at Drake. The older brother held his hands before his eyes so his black hair wouldn't whip onto his face. The wind continued to come at him until Drake pulled his hands down, eyes narrowed as he looked hatefully at his brother.

"And what was that for?" he asked.

"For being an antisocial low-life who fails to socialize with the opposite sex," Storm said as he pulled his knees up against his chest, chair swishing idly from the slight shift in weight. "Unless, of course, you prefer males," Storm said with a chuckle and Drake shot a rather sharp pointed icicle at Storm's chest.

The younger brother let out a string of curses while Drake pushed himself from the bed and grabbed a tight-fitting gray sweatshirt. When he made it to the doorframe, he slouched against it and looked at Storm over the shoulder. The barest hint of a smile made its way to his lips as he watched his brother pulled the icicle from his chest.

"Damn you," was what he heard before he shut the door behind him.

Ooc; Whoo. And it's hard to find. o_O

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Found eet! I also bookedmarked it. <3

Oh, and my chars tend to share my same taste it music. I find it highly wierd.... LD

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A low, steady beat coursed through her ears via the black earbuds that were connected to an older iPod, still in working condition. Her head bobbed slightly with the beat of the song as she leaned back farther into a rather comfy, plush armchair. Her legs were up on a rest a food foot away from the chair. They were crossed at the ankles. In her hands was a meduim-sized paperback with a worn spine. On the front, the ti
tle, Among Thieves, was half covered by the girl's slender fingers.

Her blacker than pitch eyes flicked across the pages as she read, soaking in the words as if she were a sponge. As she turned the page, the song on her iPod changed and her black eyes lit up slightly as she pulled out the slim player, unlocked it, and turned up the volume so it was blasting in her ears. 

The song she was listening to?

Click Click Boom by Saliva. It was up there with her favourites. Right behind Liberate, Down with the Sickness, Criminal, and Darkness by Disturned, and Voodoo by Godsmack.

Sinking further into the armchair as she read her book, her crimson, flame-esque hair fanned out against the headrest of the sofa. And since her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, it only fanned out along the top and not the sides. The soft chair also kept her from realizing how late it was. So it wasn't until the songs changed a couple more times that she bothered to bring out her iPod to check the time.

Her eyes widened slightly and she marked her spot in the book with a bookmark that bore a spiralling oriental dragon that was coloured in black against an orange background. Pushing herself out of the armchair after her feet had touched the ground, she rubbed the top of her head slightly as she heard her stomach rumble.

"Maybe the kitchens are still open. I need a snack," she murmured to herself as she prowled off in their general direction. "But still... Note to self; Try not to get caught, Drakine," she added as a soft afterthought.

Drake roamed the halls silently, Storm's words rolling through his mind as he continued. The boy shoved his hands in his pockets an sighed, blue eyes troubled as he kept his gaze on the red carpet beneath his feet. He knew everyone at the school, or safehouse, as some called it, but he truly hadn't met anyone. Sure, he could put names to faces, but that was about it.

Aside from that, the only girl that had ever sparked something in him was Drakine, the firebreathing dragoness who would charbroil you alive without a second thought. But something about the confident air she rode on, the powerful demeanor she carried, had Drake swooning for her.

"Again, I find myself thinking of her," Drake muttered to himself. His stomach growled lightly and he stopped for a moment to examine his surroundings.

The kitchens were just a few hallways away and as far as he knew, the snack area was always open. The staff here were nice enough to recognize the nocturnal creatures at the school. He headed that way and approached the double doors of the dining area quickly.

With a soft sigh that was almost a yawn, he pushed open the doors and proceeded to the self-serve area in the back. He contemplated on just grabbing a bag of chips, but being outside, he didnt exactly want to return to his room just yet. That and if Storm found out he crawled back to his room with dinner, he'd never hear the end of it. So a sandwich and chips it was.

As Drakine entered the dining area, she bit back a yawn brought on by reading and moved to the self-serve near the back. Her black eyes flicked over the other person in the room slightly before they settled on the different choices of food. Cocking her head to one side, she reached for a bag of Ruffles and moved off to one of the tables. Sitting down with her back to the table surface, she kicked up her feet on the seat across from her. Pulling open the back of chips, she set on the space beside her and opened her book to the page she left off on.

[[ Blarg... short... -_-; ]]

Drake plopped his newly made turkey and cheese sandwhich onto a plate and glanced up to look for a seat, out of habit. He froze when he spotted Drakine sitting with a bag of chips, a book held in her slender hands. He blinked once before defrosting himself, bits of ice literally casting themselves away from his feet, and found a table at the opposite side of the wall.

A loud bang in the other side of the cafeteria and Drake groaned as his brother walked in the room, eyes searching around, a clear intent to find him. Drake attempted to cower against the wall, but his brother had already laid eyes on him...and Drakine. He sauntered over to Drake, nodding to Drakine as he went, not caring if she didn't see him or not.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Storm said in a whisper as he slid onto the chair across from Drake. Storm knew of Drake's 'unrealistic and idiotic', as he put it, unrequited love for Drakine. He enjoyed toying with his brother, joking about the two of them, sometimes hoping she'd be in earshot.

"Not now, Storm," Drake groaned as he kicked his brother under the table. Storm shot him a furious look before breaking out the smirk onto his face again.

"Go talk to her," he urged and Drake arched his brows as if to say, 'what are you smoking?'

"She'll roast me alive," Drake hissed back and Storm snickered.

"Bird boy should know not to play with fire," he said with a wink and Drake pushed himself up from the table. He cast a furious glance at Storm before hesitantly approaching Drakine. Treating the space as if it weren't just the two --three-- of them in the cafeteria, he sat on the seat to the right of where Drakine's feet were.

"Sorry to interrupt your reading," Drake said as he ran his fingers through his hair out of habit. Once he realized what he was doing, he placed his hands into his lap and looked at her with calm blue eyes. "I'm sure my brother would have stirred trouble around us--you, I mean, if I didn't. If I didn't come, I mean." Drake decided to shut his mouth then, the corners of his lips turning to a frown.

Ooc; Oh, Drake. xD <3

Drakine glanced up from her book to watch the boy -- Drake -- at her feet studder over words as he attempted to make a coherent sentence. Of which, he failed. One of her brows quirked up in a question before she replaced her bookmark and plopped the book on the tabletop behind her. She also ate a few more chips before responding in a deadpan tone; "You weren't interrupting anything. The words were already starting to look blurry. And I am pretty sure I can deal with Mr Wind-and-Weather over there if he decides to cause trouble."

As if to emphasize her point, she held both her palms up with her fingers curled slightly as two orbs of black hellfire appeared; flickering to live a good inch above her palms. Heat shimmered around the black flames. Light that natural fire emitted was nonexistant.

The hellfire disipated as she crossed her arms against her chest. "Now what do you want?" she asked in a tone that was near a sneer.

Drake watched Storm's eyes widen slightly when he snuck a glance at the two, ultimately spotting the black hellfire stirring in Drakine's hands as he caught her words. When he looked at Drake, he pretended to gag and even went to the point to stick his finger into his mouth. Drake shut up his wordless tease with a cold glare.

He turned his attention back on Drakine, paying no attention to her tone in the least. Now this was the girl he liked to see. "To capture your attention for a moment or so," he said with a shrug. "Must I need a purpose to talk to you?" His eyes fell to her book. "What're you reading?" he asked lightly, conscious of Storm's jaw dropping behind them. Drake resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Childish; absolutely childish.

Drakine's eyes narrowed into a slight glare at his answer. Then, a kind of a 'Duh' look appeared on her face at the question following it. Nobody just randomly started talking to her unless it had a specific purpose. This? No purpose whatsoever. Just random chit-chat; something she tended to avoid. When he asked about the book she was reading, she turned towards the paperback on the tabletop and said; "Among Thieves by Douglas Hulick. A very good read and highly entertaining." She muched on a few more chips and rubbed one side of her jaw with her knuckles.

"Well, if you ever find yourself without any books to compensate for leisure time, I'll always be around," he said and gestured toward his brother with his chin. "Without him,of course. You'd think the icicle to his chest earlier would have been enough to stop him, but--" he broke off with a sigh which turned into a yawn.

"I'll see you later, Drakine," he said with a wink.

Drakine moved her fingers in a sort of 'Yea, whatever' type of way when Drake winked at her. She also had to push down the urge to charbroil him alive. That and rip out his jugular. But she did like the latter and smirked slightly. As she reached to get some more chips, she realized she was out and that her late-night hunger had been sated. Crumbling the bag into a ball, she removed her feet to place them on the ground and picked up her book before standing to go through away the bag. She rubbed the back of her neck slightly; as if working out a kink before moving to the doors. 

As she moved over there, she spoke; "Good night, bird boy. You too, Mr. Wind-and-Weather." The door closed behind her as she walked back towards her room.

"I'd like to see that, bird boy," Storm said as he leaned back against the table for support.

Drake gave Storm a feral grin before he dug a jagged icicle just above the younger brother's 'manhood' Storm flinched from the pain and grimaced when he looked down. Although the ice dagger looked as if it had protruded four inches into Storm himself, Drake would always pan out the ice and instead let a sheet of freezing glass hit his brother.

"Come on, bro. She likes you," he offered and Drake put his arm down.

"No thanks to you," he said through a snort. He threw his arm over his brother's shoulder and Storm led the two back to Drake's room.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Storm asked.

"No, I'm barely tolerating your presence right now," Drake replied scathingly before he slammed the door in his brothers face.

He sat down heavily on his bed before stretching out onto his back. He propped his head up in his hands and yawned, eyes closing and the only thing he saw before him were Drakine's darker than pitch eyes boring irately into his.

Ooc; time skip to morn? :o

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Yep.

I shall edit this with a post later.

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Sun streamed into the room from the tiniest cracks in the curtains covering the windows. It brightened up the dark room slightly and a figure on the bed rolled over as her eyes opened. Then, she narrowed them into a glared aimed at the cracks. Mumbling tired curses under her breath, she slipped out of bed and readjusted the curtains so that no light could seap through. The room was plunged into darkness again.

Smiling sleepily, Drakine moved back to her bed and climbed back in under the covers; this time moving the sheets so they covered her head as she fell back asleep. But her long flame-esque hair fanned out behind her on the pillow. 

And one thing is for certain...