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Post by Caroline Duke on May 22, 2015 1:02:34 GMT
loving him was red Caroline wasn’t asleep, unfortunately. With her arms resting on the table and her eyes shielded from the bright florescent lights hanging above she pretended to be. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be in her Art History class, in fact it was the only class she actually looked forward to throughout the week and was the sole reason she wasn’t in dreamland within moments of hitting the chair, but she was just so damn tired. Even if she could just sit there with her eyes closed it would be enough to make the pain searing through her forehead like tiny lightning bolts slightly bearable.
Last night was the teenage girl’s first night drinking and like the amateur she was thought she could manage her hangover during class. She had never been so wrong. Luckily for her college was a completely different atmosphere than high school so her unnaturally handsome and youthful professor didn’t mind if his students took a nap in his class. He was just happy enough they came at all.
After an hour of mind numbing pain Caroline decided she had enough. With the little amount of energy she had she pushed herself up out of her seat and made a b-line for the door. It wasn’t without a split second of silence followed by a few whispers but she saw little use in caring. Despite feeling as if she had just been run over by a Greyhound bus she felt the only thing that could help was her two favorite treats in the world: the Blue Moon Café’s famous peanut butter & caramel macchiato with a banana nut muffin on the side. Even if she had to go all the way back to her hometown, which was only a few miles away, it was well worth the trip. As long as she didn’t fall asleep behind the wheel she would make it within 20 minutes, or 10 if she wanted to be daring.
When she finally arrived she pulled up to the front and practically leaped out of the car. In her moment of excitement she didn’t realize her neon blue wallet was partially sticking out of her back pocket and with just a few steps fell onto the pavement behind her unnoticed. She proceeded into the café and walked up to the surprisingly empty counter. Being a regular she took no hesitation in giving her order, though when she reached around to grab her wallet confusion hit her face. ”I just had it.” She said frantically, her hand patting every inch of her body.
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Post by Caspian Lockwood on May 22, 2015 1:58:55 GMT
If Caspian had had the choice, he wouldn't have gone to college. Hell, he probably would have left this town long ago but just so happened, he didn't have control of his life, even at nineteen. His uncle was the Head of House for the Lockwood's in Hallow Oaks and one of the reigning witch families that controlled the area. His uncle's excuse for controlling his life was simple- His late father had been the Head of House first and his uncle wanted to raise his brother's son his expectations. Of course, Caspian would always argue back that his father was dead and there was no telling what his father's expectations really had been. Either way, he hadn't been able to back out of going to college when his uncle paid for it.
His car taken away for punishment for rebelling against his uncle by attending last night's party and being one of the few kids who'd gotten caught when driving home, Caspian was forced to walk down from his apartment to the docks, one of his favorite places to sit and look out over the water. He would have walked right over it if he hadn't looked down to pull his phone from his pocket to answer a text. Staring curiously at the wallet, he bent and picked it up. Any normal person, would have instantly started searching for the owner but Caspian opened the wallet, instantly finding a dollars and a driver's license, which he only briefly skimmed. The door to the cafe opened and he heard the unmistakable words, I just had it. His head shot up and he closed the wallet, walking into the cafe. The same fiery red head from the ID was standing at the counter, looking around on the ground as if searching for her apparent missing wallet. With a smirk, he pocketed her wallet and came up beside her, pulling out his own. "Put hers with mine. Chai Spiced Latte, please." Caspian put a ten on the counter and turned to smile at her. "You look like you didn't have the time to start searching for your wallet. You can thank me later." He smirked as the waiter gave him his change and went to make their order. "Caspian." he said, giving her only his first name. Sprouting that he was a Lockwood only gave him unwanted attention. Some of it wasn't all that good. "Let me guess, you were at the party last night?" he teased her. "First time?" The waiter gave them their orders and Caspian picked up his cup, blowing on the steam before taking a sip. Normally, the hot liquid would have warmed others but Caspian's magic was infused with fire and always ran a temperature higher than others, like he had a natural flame burning inside of him.
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Post by Caroline Duke on May 22, 2015 22:46:03 GMT
loving him was red Like a water balloon being filled to its bursting point, Caroline could feel anger rising within her but she knew she only had herself to blame, which only made her anger burn hotter. It would be her luck to lose her wallet at the precise moment she needed it and out of all the days she came here it had to be today. A simple tracking spell could easily find it but she was in no shape to do magic nor did she think it was worth the effort. Her desire for caffeine was strong, but not that strong. Even if it was just a few dollars and an easily replaceable i.d it was still enough however to give reason for never taking a sip of alcohol again. As if the head splitting migraine wasn't enough.
She had come close to giving up and prepared for the long and agonizing journey home when suddenly her prayers were answered. An involuntary gasp escaped her as she turned around in excitement. She hadn't realized just how much she was looking forward to it until she thought she wouldn't be able to have it, yet when she turned to graciously thank the stranger for his kindness instead of praise he was greeted with both shock and silent disappointment.
At first she could barely recognize him with his tall stature and muscular build. The Caspian she knew -and loathed- had always been a bit lanky compared to what he was now, a prime reason for his need to torture her she presumed. It was just last summer that Caroline teased him about it, which then prompted him to make fun of her sticks for legs and the cycle would continue. Years this had gone on until finally Caroline left for school and didn't look back once. Though she was only a few miles away the distance was the most freedom she had felt in her entire life, and it was a feeling she wasn't so willing to give up just yet.
The way he smirked at her as if proud of his ability to pay for her food made her skin crawl and for a brief moment thought she had lost her appetite. Despite his apparent upgrade she had never thought she had changed so much as to make the one person she believed wouldn't help her make an effort in not only paying for her food, but initiating a conversation that didn't start with an insult. Had something happened while she was away at school besides his obvious brain damage, which was the only reasonable explanation as to why he was talking to her? Not only that, he went so far as to give her his name as if they were strangers meeting for the first time. The thought he could be pulling another one of his pranks came to mind. She wouldn't be surprised, in fact. Being from the founding families it was impossible to not know each other and with the amount of damage he did to her self esteem through out the years there was no way she could ever forget him. No amount of testosterone could ever change that.
"If this is some lame attempt at pulling another one of your pranks you picked the wrong day, Lockwood." She said with narrow eyes before letting out a groan and with her coffee and muffin made her way towards the back of the room, taking comfort in a booth situated in the corner at the far end of the cafe.
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Post by Caspian Lockwood on May 23, 2015 1:17:59 GMT
Her face went from overjoyed to disappointed quicker than he'd ever seen and he found himself frowning. What the Hell did he do?! Besides that fact that he was keeping her wallet from her but she didn't know that. All she was supposed to know was that he'd just saved her day by buying her something she clearly needed without having to leave the cafe in embarrassment. However, when she said his last name, it all became quite clear to him and it was then that everything came flooding back to him. So buried under his uncle's demands, he'd forgotten her face. Surprised by this, she was able to finish what she wanted to say and find a seat before he was able to snap out of it and join her, whether she wanted it or not. He slid into the booth across from her. "No prank. We just haven't seen each other in a while. I hadn't expected you to turn out so... disappointing." The truth was, he hadn't expected her to look so good. He had always teased her on being skinny and short, picking on her chicken legs and fiery red hair. But the year they hadn't seen each other, she'd filled out nicely and he found himself unable to find the right words to tease her. He avoided looking at her as he sat side ways in the booth, his back against the wall and his feet on the seat. "So, you forced to come here too?" he asked, acting disinterested. Since the age of sixteen, when his uncle had gifted him with his first sailboat, Caspian had wanted to sail away from Hallow Oaks, to explore new worlds and leave the supernatural world behind. However, being a Lockwood, his soul was owned by the family and there was nothing he could say or do that would persuade them otherwise. His real reason for asking the question was to find out whether or not she was in the same boat as him, if she had yearned for things outside the town like he had. This friendship through hatred he had going on was his only bright spot in an otherwise bleak world. As long as she didn't realize what he was doing, he was content to let his life run this way.
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Post by Caroline Duke on May 26, 2015 1:22:31 GMT
Not even a minute had passed until she was bombarded by his presence once again. She let out a sigh of aggravation, making little effort to hide it from him. He clearly didn't know when enough was enough but then again that could be said for most boys. If anything she should have been thankful he wasn't trying to make a move on her at least. That fact brought her little comfort however when he began to comment on her looks. With the cloud of smugness surrounding him you'd have thought he was a royal. That bastard....Does he think everyone wakes up like princes and princesses after a night of hardcore drinking? Her eyes, though tired and just barely keeping themselves open, narrowed in response and she fought back the urge to throw her hot coffee into his face. Instead she leaned back in her seat and positioned her back against the corner with her mug cupped into her hands so tightly her knuckles started to turn white. She knew she looked like she just walked out of a horror movie but that didn't constitute for an announcement. One that thankfully fell onto deaf ears by those around them. No matter how angry she was at him though she knew if she told him that after all this time he looked just as bad as her, she'd be lying.
"I'd say I was sorry for not meeting your expectations, but I'm not." She brought her cup to her lips and blew softly over the steam to cool it before taking a sip. The warm liquid ran smooth down her throat and warmed her chilled body. Caroline had always ran a few degrees cooler than normal and while her doctor would say it was because of her petite size she knew it was because of her magic. Already she could feel her headache begin to subside but it would be short-lived by the sound of his voice once again. "Well this was one of my favorite places to come to when I'm feeling nostalgic but right now I think they're having a bit of a pest problem. Might have to come back when they fumigate the place." She glared at him for a brief moment as she took another sip from her mug. Caroline was never the type of person to intentionally hurt someones feelings. In fact, despite the ridicule she was never good at truly hurting someone no matter how much they hurt her and yet sitting across from him with the biggest headache of her life and the feeling she was slowly dying with each breath she took -- she found it incredibly hard to gather the strength to care.
"What do you really want, Lockwood? If it's money for the coffee you'll have to wait until I find my wallet. Or my grandmothers at least just to pay you back. Thanks...by the way." And there was the old, passive Caroline once again.
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Post by Caspian Lockwood on May 26, 2015 15:06:53 GMT
Money? he echoed. You think if I wanted money I would have wasted money buying your crap for you? he asked her, finally turning his blue eyes to look at her and raising a slender brow. Caspian was the epitome of a girl's dream. He was tall and lean but had enough hard edges of muscle to intimidate anyone. With his dark hair cut just right, it gave him the mysterious look, complete with long dark lashes framing deep sapphire blue eyes. When he'd been younger, Caspian had always been in that awkward stage between baby cute and teenage hottie and Caroline had spared no remorse telling him about it. It had only driven him harder to make himself out the way he was now. But, unlike most guys, Caspian didn't "show off" his good looks. In fact, he had his close circle of friends and kept it at that. He didn't insert himself anywhere else and he certainly didn't lead girls along just because he could. The truth was, Caspian had never even dated a girl before. He'd never found anyone that interested him. Everyone was content in staying in Hallow Oaks and the surrounding cities for the rest of their lives and Caspian wasn't interested. He wanted to raise sails on his boat, head out to sea and never look back.
Finally, he turned in his seat so he was sitting in the booth properly and leaned in to glare at her. You really think you're something funny, don't you, Duke? he asked her, hands tightening around his cup which remained otherwise untouched. But when it comes to sheer power, you know I could beat you any day. I'd start watching your back a little more. It was a veiled threat, one he didn't see following through but he found himself growing excited to finally get a peek at her own power. He knew the Heads of House, both for Duke and Lockwood, were extremely powerful and with his own magical ability rivaling his uncles, he had a feeling hers would be the same. Believe it or not, all of his friends didn't have an ounce of magic in their systems. The only "supernatural" he was around was when he was at home or doing family business. Having it "all out" with another witch was, to him, a great way to pass the lazy Saturday.
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Post by Caroline Duke on May 28, 2015 23:24:34 GMT
She didn't know what had come over her. Maybe it was the small amounts of alcohol still in her system that gave her the courage to stand up to him rather than throw meager insults back. Caroline knew better than to use her magic for personal gain, especially since it was illegal to use it on another witch within town. The thought of getting in trouble with the Council was usually enough to deter her from using it outside the family home. But today, the mixture of pain and his poking and prodding at what little confidence she had had begun to make the inexperienced witch feel threatened. And considering Caroline didn't know how to deal with a headache of this magnitude, as usual when pushed past her limit, quickly let her emotions get the better of her, thinking she could make one little exception to her “no magic on witches” rule in order to defend her honor. She didn't want to hurt him, just scare him a little -- something shes been known to do on occasion with her cousins when riled up. This would be the first time she used her magic around or on Caspian so she expected nothing short of an embarrassment, but the look on his face if she did beat him made it well worth it.
"Oh yeah? Want to test that?" She didn't wait for a response before she held her hand over his cup briefly then pulled it back to her side. At first nothing seemed to have happened but to Caspian any warmth he might have once felt from it no longer existed. Of course this was laughable compared to what she really had planned. While he was distracted by her hand over his mug she used her telekinesis to untie his shoe laces and retie the opposite strings together, making his shoes bound by each other. ”How about we duel it out right now? Out back behind the café. Just you and me. Unless you’re scared you might lose to a girl?” With a look of satisfaction she slid out of the booth and stood there as if waiting for him to join her before leaving the café. She would show him just exactly what she could do, but not before watching him make a fool of himself in a room full of people.
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Post by Caspian Lockwood on May 30, 2015 4:10:37 GMT
From the moment he'd met her, he gleaned that her confidence wasn't that high on herself and he'd used his assumptions to his advantage, handing her an empty threat based on their power. When she readily agreed, he was shocked. However, his shock was quickly replaced with excitement and he couldn't hide the smile on his face and the gleam in his eye. She stood, informing him of where she'd meet him and he quickly rose to follow her. At first, he wasn't sure what had happened. His sheer ignorance had him pitching forward to land uncomfortably on his weak shoulder. It wasn't until he groaned in pain and sat up, did he see what had happened and smirked. Rookie mistake; giving away one of your moves before they even began. The laughter in the cafe rang out around him from those who had seen his wonderful display of falling flat on his face but Caspian had never been one to become overly embarrassed. Instead, he laughed along with them, easily untying his shoe laces and coming to stand on his feet, bowing as though the whole ordeal had been merely to entertain those around him. With applause and laughter, he left the cafe, following her around the back where they disappeared from any prying eyes.
He knew the rules all too well on what happened when using magic on another witch within the town limits. He'd experienced his uncle's full wrath head on when he'd broken that law. But his uncle wasn't around and he didn't see why Victor would frown on putting Duke back in their place. When Caroline came into view, he smirked at her. Ha ha. Very funny. he said. But your first mistake was underestimating me. He walked purposely towards her, using his body to push her up against the back wall of the cafe, his arms coming up beside her head to box her in as he stared deep into her eyes. To her, it would seem as though he had perverted intentions and that was his plan while, in reality, he forced his way into her head, hoping she'd get too flustered for her to realize he was in her head. Imagining a snake creeping along the walls and boundaries of his mind, he forced the snake to break through walls, burrowing its way in deeper and deeper. He was inches from her face, his breathing heavy. Using this ability drained him pretty quick. He was going for a gamble that he could take her down quick and fast, without so much as lighting a fire but it all depended on his ability to distract her from what was going on in her head. You've done quick well for yourself, Duke. he murmured to her, still staring deep into her green eyes. You've come a long way from chicken legs. Submit to him. he forced on her will, using the imagined snake to burrow deeper into her subconscious. Admit your defeat. If this didn't work, he was going to have a Hell of a time doing much else. His weak arm, the one that had been injured years ago, throbbed with pain. No one except a select few knew what had happened to his arm and he liked to keep it that way. No way in Hell was he going to tell her she'd already gained one point by weakening his main arm. Unfortunately for Caspian, he was right handed and the wound his attacker had put on him had been to his right shoulder.
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Post by Caroline Duke on Jun 2, 2015 22:45:14 GMT
Caroline let out a roar of laughter the moment he fell, feeling satisfied by her handiwork. She wasn't one to intentionally embarrass someone as the feeling often played with her conscious, but this time she felt he deserved it. While everyone took pleasure in his fall she made her way out of the cafe and around the corner where she would wait for him to join her. Caroline didn't really know what to expect from him, especially now after her little stunt, but she could only guess it would be 10x worse than whatever she had in mind. Still, seeing him fall in front of a group of pretty girls made whatever he threw her way worth it.
When he finally joined her she expected a fireball to be thrown her way. Or at the very least get reprimanded for her little stunt in the cafe, but instead she was taken by surprise. They had never been this close before and the feeling of him within inches from her face made her skin crawl. Although she knew Caspian was a charmer, Caroline had never fallen under Caspians spell unlike the other girls who flocked towards him the moment he stepped through the room. Even Caroline, amidst her hatred and spite towards him, couldn't deny he was easy on the eyes. Yet, as if instinct, the closer he got, the more she wanted to push him away.
But she didn't. And she didn't know why.
A small, faint voice in the back of her mind kept her still. It told her to submit, and for a brief moment, she did. The thought of surrendering became so real, her mind began to believe it was her own thoughts that kept her there. She felt like a bug caught in a spider web and the more Caspian spun the stronger his grip on her became. She had never been subjected to compulsion before so she was unaware that her thoughts were no longer her own despite the unnerving feeling of disgust running through her body. The nearly impenetrable barrier she placed up was cracking slowly until finally she found herself saying something she never thought she would say.
"Well, I did join the cheer squad because of you." She breathed heavily. Suddenly, the sound of a car alarm going off snapped Caroline from her trance and she shook her head, breaking eye contact. "What the.....Were you just inside my head?!" She said angrily, her temper quickly rising inside her. "You fucking ass!" She brought her hand up and shoved his right shoulder angrily, unaware that it was sensitive.
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Post by Caspian Lockwood on Jun 4, 2015 15:32:10 GMT
Searing pain jarred his shoulder and he yelled out in pain, instantly breaking contact with her mind. He stumbled backwards, clutching at his shoulder. To Caroline, it would appear as though he was being overly dramatic but the pain was real and it only brought on a round of anger. He'd never felt particularly anger or violent towards Caroline during their "frienemies" years but the overwhelming anger at what his attacker had done to his arm and that fact that she didn't know about his arm, only riled up his anger and he couldn't help the fireball that erupted into his palm. Arm shaking from pain, he turned towards her. "Damn it!" he snarled. No longer considering the consequences of his actions, he threw the fireball at her but because he was using his left hand, his non-dominant hand, it completely missed her and fizzled and hissed as it caught a pile of garbage on fire. In the back of his mind, he knew it was wrong to take it out on Caroline. It wasn't her fault she didn't know. As far as Caspian knew, only his uncle and a few privileged staff at the hospital knew. He also had an inkling that the head of house for Duke also knew but he'd shaken the thought away. Why would his uncle care to tell them? After all, House Lockwood didn't want to divulge weaknesses of their "prodigy son" to the Duke's. But now it had him in a real bind. He was only angry because of the pain in his shoulder and it was his own fault for leaving it open.
He found a semblance of peace and straightened up, extinguishing the flame in his hand. He cursed rather loudly before glaring at the burning pile of trash. "I'm done here. You're not worth my time." Sooner or later, the smoke from the flames would draw attention and he wanted to be far away from here when that happened. His shoulder twinged uncomfortably and he hissed out, bringing his hand up to cup his shoulder once more.
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Post by Caroline Duke on Jun 15, 2015 22:20:33 GMT
She looked at him in confusion. She didn't hit him that hard, did she? Assuming he was just faking it, it wasn't until his hand burst into flames did she reconsider. Their feuds were anything but violent so she must of pinched a nerve she wasn't aware of. Suddenly all her anger washed away to be replaced with guilt. Caroline was weak against seeing people in pain, and no matter how much she hated him, she never really wanted anything bad to happen to him. Quickly she jumped back in surprise and kept her gaze on his flame, hoping he would calm down if she remained still. Caspian had a temper, but he wasn't a bad person. Still, he managed to take her by surprise and just as the flames flew through the air she ducked, instinctively bringing her hands up to her face.
"Caspian!" She shouted as she looked over at the burning garbage and was forced to cover her nose from the stench of burning plastic. "Like hell we're done. You don't just throw a fireball at me and say we're done." She demanded, waving the smoke from her face. Despite his attempt she knew he would never intentionally hurt her yet Caroline wasn't one to leave business unfinished. Not even a fool could ignore the fact something was wrong and Caroline didn't put much more thought into it before she was convinced it was her duty to help. "If there is something wrong with your arm you should have told me. I wouldn't have pushed so hard. If you tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help. I have a couple of healing spells I've been wanting to test out, anyway. There's nothing that I can do to make it worse than it is...so what's there to lose?" She said with a smile.
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Post by Caspian Lockwood on Jun 17, 2015 22:30:53 GMT
He threw up a hand to stop her from nearing him as he stumbled backwards and leaned up against the opposite wall, completely obvious to the burning inferno in the alley. Telling her about his arm would be admitting a weaknesses and he hated the very idea. He'd allowed himself to be over taken by someone he didn't know and carved like a piece of meat. Because of the damage done to his arm, even powerful healing magic hadn't been able to fix it. If he hadn't been treated with magic, he probably would have lost his arm. "Don't- don't come near me." he breathed. He tried to remember the stretches he was supposed to do but it was hard to concentrate through the searing pain burning along his shoulder.
He counted to fifty and by the time he got to the last number, he let out a long sigh. The pain was beginning to ease but he couldn't stop the shaking. He slid to the ground, his knees giving out. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see the expression on her face. How would she see her greatest enemy when she realized how easily he could be put down? Finally, he opened his eyes and found her where she had been when he told her to stay. He swallowed. "I-I was in an accident a few years ago, one that couldn't be fixed by just magic." He remembered his father's reaction when he'd gotten to the hospital. He knew he was scary when it came Victor Lockwood but Caspian truly felt bad for his attacker. Victor issued a full scale secret search but came up empty. Even the werewolf police couldn't track a scent from the scene of the accident. Victor had kept the entire incident under lock and key, even from the Duke Household and sworn all the hospital staff who had helped him to secrecy. But, it was his problem right? He could tell who he wanted?
He massaged his shoulder. "If it wasn't for the hospital staff and my father's influence, I might have lost my arm."
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