Covert Undercover Night Trucker (T-M/Accepting)

Allie gave a nod of her head. "I understand." She smiled up at him and gave a second nod. "I won't let you down." Didn't bestest best friends usually have some secret handshake for times like this? Yeah, she remembered other girls doing it all of the time, like they were better than everyone else just because they had secrets. Maybe she and Dallas didn't need one after all.

"Wade, normal life isn't nearly as violent as you're describing," Michael told the strange kid with a frown before raising an eyebrow at his last sentence, "Where are you from, anyway?"

He never did tell them where he was from.

Dallas

"Good. I suppose we should...seal the deal then." Dallas stared at her neck for a few seconds before regaining his thoughts. "The initial biting hurts just a little bit. Though not much, really. From what I've been told, it feels like when you're getting some medical shot or whatever. So, I have your permission to....feed on you, for a lack of a better term right now?"

Allie reached up and moved her dark hair off to one side, exposing more of her neck for an answer. "You can," she said, her smile still in place. Needles didn't really bother her, and so this couldn't be so bad either. When she was younger, the doctors had always told her that she was such a big girl, not to cry.

"I'm ready."

"Canada actually...well for as much as I can remember. The rest that I can are actually much more violent and painful than everything else and nothing like this place. Though I have to admit, Logan made things plenty interesting over at Ol' Ironside's establishment. So to say a bit more than is really any of your business...normal life really isn't something I'm accustomed to." Wade said.

Said? Just 'said'? Not even a little bit of emotion? inquired Wade's brain, trying to ascertain questions from an imaginative figure.


"Don't worry, he does that. Just some guy at a computer. But anyways, what exactly were you expecting from Canada? Mooses...Moose...Meese?" Asked Wade, scrunching up his brow and looking up by the corner of his eyes as if expecting a divine response.

Moose, Wade, you had it right the second time. The plural of moose...is 'moose.' What was the point of all those classes if you never learned anything?

"Well, that's what I have you for brain! So, it's 'moose' eh? Okay i can work with that..." then directing his attention back to Micheal, "But seriously, what were you expecting?"

Dallas

Dallas smiled lightly to himself at the sight of her exposed neck. In his opinion, this girl didn't know just what she was getting herself into. This would only end in one way, as past experiences had told him: her, forever dead and forgotten, and he either nearly killed and/or chased off from this school, possibly from the entire city or state. If he didn't end up killing her, then somebody else certainly would, once she was found out to be collaborating with a "demon".

But that was far into the future. And who knew what it really held, in the end? He certainly didn't. No doubt that the only being who did know was God, or the Gods, if He or they actually existed. Dallas himself had been raised a Christian boy, but after all these centuries he still didn't know what to believe.

The feeling of his fangs popping out of their hiding space returned Dallas from his overactive thinking. Ah, yes. He needed to stop over-analyzing things, and just live in the moment, more often. Now, to complete the deal...

Just before he acted, Dallas checked one last time to see if they were truly alone and unwatched. Being overly cautious had saved his life many times in the past. And then, once that was done and he was satisfied that no one saw them...

Dallas was upon Allie in an instant. Like the classic image of preying vampires, he seemed to almost envelop the young girl's body with his own. His head bent down and he glanced once more at the mesmerizing sight that was young Allie's neck. Then his mouth opened wide, revealing sharp and demonic like fangs. The Vampire's mouth met her exposed neck, and the fangs quickly extended and pierced her skin, creating two small puncture wounds.

Dallas closed his eyes in bliss as he felt Allie's warm blood make contact with his tongue. Ah, it had been so long since he had had fresh blood! No matter the type, it always tasted delicious. So, so delicious and glorious...! And if he really wanted, Dallas could drain his "friend" dry in a matter of minutes, and she would be powerless to stop him.

But of course he wouldn't. Blood, much like wine, was something to be savored over a large amount of time. It wouldn't do to drink this precious "bottle" in one gulp. No, it was something to be enjoyed over time.

Once Dallas had his fill, once the ravenous Hunger he felt was sated, he moved his head away from her neck and moved back from Allie. The two holes that he had made on her neck now were rapidly healing, seemingly of their own accord, and in good time they would look like nothing more than two odd looking mini-scars.

Dallas now watched Allie with some curiosity. He did wonder what she thought of this now, after going through it...

Allie stumbled back a few steps as she was released and then collapsed to her knees. She felt so lightheaded, ill almost, with the parting of so much blood. But still she offered a thumbs up to Dallas, to show that she was alright--or, at least, she would be, after this feeling faded away.

A hand went up, to the two small holes in her neck. They would hardly be noticeable to anyone else, but what mattered was that they were there. This was the sign of their friendship.

"I'm okay," she said, looking back up at Dallas. Her smile was weak, but it was there.

Dallas

"Sorry if I drained too much blood. I'll try to be better about it next time." Dallas gave a bit of a sheepish smile. Ah, good, she was taking it rather well, all things considered. Much better than his fifth willing human, after his first time. "So, I suppose our deal is set, then. If you have any questions now, feel free to ask."

"You don't need to apologize. You probably haven't had a real... meal in awhile." Yes, that was the right term, wasn't it? Not that she really cared right now. She had never had her blood taken before, and she just wanted to pass out.

"Can you... can you help me to my room? That's my only question."

Surely every time wouldn't be like this? But he had taken a long time. He had just taken too much, like he had said. Next time he wouldn't be so hungry, and this wouldn't be so bad.

Dallas

"Of course. It's the least I can do. But um...where exactly is your room? Or any student's rooms? I didn't really have time to figure that out." Dallas replied sheepishly.

Allie's smile grew into something real and she held out her hand for him to take. "I can guide you. I explored everywhere when I got here, like a great explorer! I would like to be an explorer. See new places, discover new things. But..." Here her face developed an almost pouty look. "Practically everywhere has been explored."

Wade didn't like long response times, not that this was relativity long, but with Wade's attention span...things often took precedence and one in particular, was a shady presence, one that he had been following earlier...before he got, well, distracted...

Wade, you can't start fights! You'll get expelled!


Holding up a hand to the others, Wade said simply,
"Could you guys put a rain check on that response for me? Thanks..." before he turned to make his way over to the bully in question,"Don't worry so much! I'm not gonna start a fight...just gonna rough him up a bit...."

Wade....that's the same thing...

"Not technically, besides, with this guy's character, I won't need to hit him...just push his buttons, then it won't be my fault!" said Wade as he walked right up to Ladd.

Wade, I know we've never really seen eye to eye, me being the more esoteric realm of thought and all, but really, really this is a bad idea.

Wade grimaced, fine, he'd play this game for now...with it being still in school and all, "Heya pal! Couldn't help but notice that you're the ass, err, uhh, guy from this morning! Well just wanted to stop by and beat yo-err, meet you, and now that I've said my piece, I'm going to leave now....bye!"

Have I ever told you that you lack subtlety?

As Wade turned to walk away from Ladd, he muttered to himself, "Once or twice now that you mention it...I honestly tried to play it smooth."

And you sucked...congratulations and I'll be sure you never get a job as a hostage negotiator...

Dallas

"You'd be surprised to learn what hasn't been explored yet." Dallas took Allie's hand and helped her up. "Alright. Lead the way, Miss Explorer."

((I think the rest of the day can now be skipped, Toko. If Casey is ok with leaving Allie and Dallas like that.))

(OK? Casey may I?)

(Same here.)

Michael watched Wade in bemusement. Indeed, this kid was a strange, strange person. Nonetheless, he'd do his best to keep him out of trouble, God help him...

(I am also ready...hehehehe)

"Well, Mick, is okay if I call you Mike? Well, Mick, I have to say, I've seen a lot of looks on your face, including that one that pretty much say, 'you're out of your damn mind,' and, 'what is that crazy fool up to,' but that is the first I've ever seen you bemused." said Wade as he walked back over to the group, glad that the wailing group had finally been moved to the infirmary.

"So, okay and stuff, we still on for tomorrow? Great awesome, see you guys tomorrow!" Said Wade as he waved goodbye.

Sooooo, where are we gonna stay?

Wade stopped momentarily, "Hadn't thought about that, but I'll have it covered..."

(I'm okay with it.)

(( I don't care but what day of the week is it tommorrow?))

((Ok then. I guess we're all ready, Toko.))

(Yes it is tomorrow)

Prince sighed as she entered the dance studio. She had choosen to work with her Ballroom dancing Talent and not drawing, though she felt a little bad about that. Still. She had a feeling that drawing didn't need her anyways.
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Kirsten smiled to herself as she entered the gym. Today all the Talents were deciding what to do. She couldn't wait to see what her's was going to choose.
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Trevor shook his head. He already have a difficult piece for his singers to perform. He just hoped they were going to be able to perform it well.

Amethyst grabbed her camera bag and walked down the hall. She had been up for a while after having a vivid nightmare about her time as a hostage. She didn't have a talent that cxould be performed for a showcase, so she was going to be taking photographs and editing together a video art gallery. She would have gone to see Michael or Prince but she didn't know where they would be, so she headed to breakfast alone to grab a cup of coffee before she went out on the grounds of the school to start taking photos.

Next Day: Morning...

"Oh, I love the mornings, and smell that morning air!" said Wade, sniffing in the pancake scented air as he flipped another pancake.

Don't you think this is enough? I mean, we love pancakes as much as the next Canadian...but...

"Don't be ridiculous! You can never have enough pancakes! And believe me...I'm only getting started!" Cried Wade in excitement as he started the next batch of pancakes.

Michael groaned as he woke up in his bed, frowning a little. He could hear someone talking to himself and... making pancakes? He got out of his bed and walked into his dorm's kitchen, grimacing a little. he spoke, "Wade, what are you doing here?"

Wade turned around, grinning brightly as he spotted Michael, "Well hey! Good think you're up ol' pal, I just got done making a batch of flapjacks! Which'll go great with the other batch I fixed!" said Wade, holding of two plates full of pancakes.

"You know, I was really tempted to wake you up when I got cookin, but I thought, 'hey! Why not let my pal sleep through and have his apatite ready?' Well, needless to say, I really got into the cooking, and I really hope you're hungry, cause we have a big day ahead of us!" Exclaimed Wade as he set the plates down on a table, guiding Michael over and forcibly setting him down.

"Now, I know what you're thinking, 'But Wade, ol' pal! How can I eat these pancakes without syrup?' Well, my friend, with such a decidedly easy, yet difficult, answer, i got you multiple flavors of syrup, cause that's not really the kind of info you'd keep on your school files...didn't know you were allergic to almonds though..." said Wade as he went back over to the stove and picked up two more plates of pancakes, setting them down in front of Michael as well.

As a last minute thought, "Oh, and uhh, don't worry about that little, uhh, incident at the ballroom yesterday, I assure you, I'm fine!"

((Just to clear up anything I might get wrong in this, I didn't know, so i assumed from Toko's post that they were getting out of structured class to work on talents, if only for one period or the whole day I don't know, I'm just guessing.))

Amethyst was in a decidedly better mood today. She would be getting out of class to work with her talent, and she had a talent that would excuse her from having to be inside the building, specifically anywhere near Halli Newton. She also had pretty open options for change. Since her talents wouldn't be choreographed or rehearsed, she could always change which talent she was using if she wanted to. Oh, and there was that part that she finally had made some friends. She'd definitely have to write home about that one.