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 How To Kill A Vampire, Tag; Jasper
NOAH PRYOR
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 02:18 PM


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Noah couldn’t sleep at night, not since that bad day happened. He was haunted with images of his mom, dad, and friends and the people that were covered in their blood and tried to go after him. The images persisted to reappear in his dreams and there had only been a few nights that he was complete exhausted that he managed to get a few good hours of sleep. He wished he could be like Chippy, his best friend, because he seemed to be able to sleep all the time without any issues – something Noah was jealous of but he would never tell Chippy that because he didn’t want to hurt his feelings. His only friend had been with him forever now and he wouldn’t want to make him run away, but Noah supposed he couldn’t consider Chippy to be his only friend now that he met Sofia; she was really nice too and helped when he fell down and hurt himself, plus she didn’t eat him!Noah let out a frustrated sigh as he sat up in his tree house, small fingers playing with the worn and ripped fabric of the sheet he had stolen a long time ago. Even the pillow was starting to look a little worse for wear, considering it had survived multiple rainstorms and a twelve year old beating it with his staff pretending it was some sort of squishy monster and even Chippy had gone a few rounds attacking it. He turned his head to poke his pillow a couple times, the pillow shifting in response to the touch, as if it was alive and responding to the abusive poking. Noah giggled and poked it a few more times and until he heard a soft chattering sound and Chippy poked his small head out one end of the pillow, turning his beady eyes to glare at the boy who woke him up before burrowing back into the soft contents of the pillow – Noah almost forgot Chippy made his own litter cavern inside the pillow!He decided that he would leave his best friend alone to sleep, since it wasn’t very fair of him to wake Chippy up since he spent most of the day running around with Noah and climbing any trees they passed. Noah sighed again, his hands tapping on his knees as he stared out into the forest – only seeing the most immediate area around him on this cloudless evening. The stars twinkled brightly above him and the moon illuminated the forest, casting shadows of the trees and even a small lump that was himself onto the ground beneath the tree. Noah had to giggle at that as he lifted up his hands and made little figures with his hands as he watched down below – of course that form of entertainment didn’t last long with his attention span and he was left sitting there once again bored and sleepless. Noah wondered if any of the other survivors at the camp nearby had sleeping issues like he did. He has only really talked to Sofia and even then he preferred living up in his tree house than he did trying to talk to any of the kids there. Only Chippy could understand his problems and he listened too, which was why that small animal was his best friend. He was still a bit hesitant about the other survivors; just because Sofia didn’t eat him didn’t mean that anyone else wouldn’t think he looked good enough to eat and that thought along was what pushed him to stay by himself up in the little tree house with Chippy, his staff, and his cloak – which had the hood pulled up and over his head, like it always was.
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Jasper Dewhurst
Posted: Apr 4 2012, 01:13 PM


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you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat.Jazz wasn’t good at sleeping; it didn’t come naturally to him, and never really had. He was a creature of the night when push came to shove, quiet and eerily graceful, and utterly at home with shadows. He had never been quite so skilled at hunting in the darkness as Maddox, who’d been adopted by the clan when he was only a kid, but it was a close call sometimes, and Jasper liked how he could slide through the darkness unnoticed, like a shadow – maybe it came from spending the first fourteen years of his life thereabouts trying to go unseen. He trawled the woods quietly, light on his feet, his crossbow balanced gently and loaded, ready to shoot as ever. Though the crossbow and even his bow was efficient, Jazz often wondered whether it would be easier to set snares, and had considered it many times when he was hunting – food, not vampires – but he’d always come full circle, back to the conclusion that setting snares might end in tears, what with all the younger children running around. He kind of had an innate desire to protect kids, and for anyone who knew what he’d been through it might not have been much of a surprise; nobody around here except Maddox and Sydney knew that, though, and Jazz didn’t broadcast his childhood memories around, mostly because it hurt to remember. To most people he was just quiet and withdrawn, and the truth was that he was struggling with emotion – not that he was numb, but that what emotion he could feel sometimes felt dull, or fake; the only thing that felt real to him was what he felt whenever he looked at Maddox. Everything else, happiness, sadness, sympathy – it all felt like he was simply mirroring back behaviours he’d seen exhibited by other people; he’d only even learned that it was socially acceptable to smile recently, and most of his behaviour was awkward mimicry of things he’d already learned were expected of him, right down to small talk.But in the woods, he was home.It was harder to hunt when the moon was bright; he couldn’t hide himself as well because there were fewer shadows to slip through, and he registered some vague but inexplicable feeling of distraction that had stopped him from actually shooting anything, though he’d been out for hours. The lithe hunter glanced around himself, eventually lowering the crossbow a notch (but not enough that he couldn’t raise it and shoot should he stumble upon a zombie or two) and strode with that telltale quiet firmness, enjoying the solitude of the woods rather than doing what he’d originally intended, hunting. It was only when he saw the flickerings of movement in a nearby tree, tiny movements that he might not have spotted if he hadn’t been training to spot fast movement his entire life; he knew instinctively that it wasn’t and couldn’t have been a vampire, because the movements weren’t quite fast enough, and when the tall hunter looked up it wasn’t a vamp he saw but a child, fingers dancing as he made use of the shadows being thrown onto the ground. Jasper watched, quietly fascinated, as the shadows danced, although they soon stopped, their maker apparently getting bored. “Was that one a wolf?” he asked, expression flat, though if he’d been playing the ‘learned behaviour’ game he might have been smiling.and if they come and get me what if you put the spike in my heart© SUMMER AT A THOUSAND FIREFLIES
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NOAH PRYOR
Posted: Apr 4 2012, 04:33 PM


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My name's Noah,and I'm a druid of Camelot.Noah was almost tempted to go back to bed; in fact, he turned is head to look back at his pillow as he felt that overwhelming rush of exhaustion. His major drive for staying awake was the fear that he felt deep in his gut. He didn’t want to have any more nightmares about his mom, dad, and friends. He didn’t want to see them getting eaten again by those angry people, or relive those angry people chasing him out of his house and even trying to follow him until he managed to sneak away into the forest where he went to camp as a Cub Scout. He wished that his magic could cure his fear so that he could get a good night’s sleep like Chippy could, but no matter what he did, nothing would work.He remembered back to the first time he got to this forest, which was a bit hazy all in itself because he must have fallen and hit his head because the next thing he knew was that he woke up in a tent. It was hot and humid, even at night, but he felt a rush of fear when he heard someone approaching the tent and when they moved back one of the flaps, Noah took out through the back and ran into the forest – staff in hand and cloak tucked under his arm. From that moment on, he has lived practically on his own. He found Chippy about a month later as a baby; he must have fallen out of the tree because he was right below one and Noah quickly took him and raised him and sure enough that little animal quickly became his best friend. He stole from the other campers to keep himself going, but after his run in with Sofia and the realization that not all the people there were going to eat him, he was debating making the decision of leaving his tree house and moving in with them – since he did see some kids his age!Noah wiggled in excitement at the thought, but he jumped suddenly when he heard a voice from below. At first he stood completely still, playing the whole possum game of ‘if I don’t move I look dead and maybe the danger will go away.’ To see if the person had gone away, Noah quietly and slowly shuffled towards the edge of his tree house and peaked his hooded head over the edge, catching eyes with the boy beneath him. Noah let out a soft peep and pulled his head back, hiding again as he quickly shook his pillow to get Chippy out of it – the animal let out a distressed cry before it finally shuffled out of the stuffing and moved to crawl up Noah’s arm and neck. This time, Noah peaked once more and looked down; Chippy even moved his head and looked at the stranger beneath them. “People don’t come out at night!” That was somewhat true; Noah hadn’t seen a camper out past night before, or at least any that he had noticed so this was a first for him. “Are you going to eat me?” Noah whispered loudly, blinking his pale blue eyes down at him. statuscompletetaggedJASPERoutfitClothes...words...notesCUTE!THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.
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