Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

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{This is a RP between myself and Lampsy Please do not steal, or post unless you are us. Thankies. Also, may contain mature themes; be warned~}

Emily was pretty new to the area, she had only been living there for a year and two months. Since the death of her parents she had moved into a nice small house just on the outskirts of town with one of her best friends; Cassie. She went to school and had a part time job at the local cafe, though she found it easy to balance the two of them. In the small house it was usually just her--her friend and roommate for the most time was over at her boyfriend's house or busy working after school. Sure it got lonely sometimes in the house but she enjoyed her personal space after a long day, and even when Cassie was home they would go out and do something together to keep their mind off of other things that might have interfered with their day somehow. Most of the time the girls spent their time in the park, playing with dogs, playing music and watching the views of not only the sky but attractive men as well and boy there was a lot of them to look at.

The night was late and of course Cassie was fast asleep in her bedroom. Emily though--the petite brunette--could not sleep one ounce tonight. Sitting in a dark red bean bag that was in a corner of her bedroom, she had a book in her hands. She looked pretty comfortable sitting there with her feet up on a dark red footrest that matched the bean bag's pattern. Though this was not just any book, it was her journal. Every moment of her life was in there, ever since she was just a little child--probably around the age of five or six. Though when the next morning came around she was well prepared for her day. It was going to be a long one that was for sure but she did not mind it at all because she enjoyed spending her time with her favourite teacher/professor/mentor. 

Emily did not really know what to call him, but over the last few months she had become closer than the rest of the students had; which honestly was turning out to be better for her in the long run anyways so she did not really care. A quick shower and then she got dressed for the day, wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt that was underneath the scrubs she was wearing--they were a black and fit her petite body nicely. She grabbed her books, bid her roommate a good bye and headed out. Knowing she was going to be early, she grabbed a coffee on her way. When she arrived at the infirmary, she was greeted by some people that were only there for a few more days and she gladly greeted them back and headed into the lounge room which was thankfully dead. She made herself comfortable on a chair and took a sip of her coffee. Sure Emily was only 18 years old, but she enjoyed the coffee taste more than others would around this age. Oh well, it did not seem to bother her one bit.

[Lampsy]

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Daniel slowly woke up, his eye blinking from the small bits of light that escaped from his leaved roof. He sat up slowly the warm covers dropping from him and he scratched his chest and yawned, letting the sleepiness leave his body. He looked up at the ceiling of his wooden home and he blinked, and the thick branches of leaves moved, letting the blocked sunlight pour into his room. He looked up at the soft blue morning sky and he stood. He loved his house. Daniel himself was an Eldrin, a creature of myth. And very obscure myth, because nobody knows what he is, what he does, and the people who do know what he is, wouldn't ever guess he was one of them, or that they were even alive anymore. Daniel's people were very close to extinction, and he was one of the few left, and probably one of the most important. His people lived in tree's which was why Daniel liked to stay in a tree of the forest behind his house. He had to have an actual house, for legal reasons.

Daniel looked across his room before standing, and he made his way to his closet. He pulled on black slacks and a white button up dress shirt, and he slipped a black vest over it. He didn't really like suits, but he still liked to look presentable, it was how he was raised. He slipped on his work shoes and he grabbed his bag and doctors coat, and other doctoral things he needed for the day. He went down to his fridge and he popped a few strawberries into his mouth, them being his breakfast. He didn't have time, he needed to be in early today. He had to prepare class, and the class for his few advanced students. He taught at a school for mythical creatures. He was not only the teacher, but he also ran the infirmary, and his top students sometimes got to work with him there. Being a school full of creatures, a lot of accidents happen, and being the creature he was, his powers came in handy. Nobody at the school knew exactly what his powers were, but they made a couple of good guesses. But nobody has come close to figuring out what he was, at the beginning of the year he told the class that anyone who could guess what he was by the end of the year would get an A. And of course nobody could figure it out. There were no books on his kind, no history. Well, there was plenty of history, just not here. He was from a different world, and this world didn't know of his people. He had books, yes, but they were at home, locked away so nobody could reach them.

Daniel walked from his house and he popped into his car. It was a nice car, since he had the money for it. He drove to a coffee place and got several coffees. He would probably need many to get him through the day. Daniel had a bit of a coffee addiction. He needed it to function. In the morning before he had any it was scary, because his normal monotonous self is actually quite grumpy. He made his way to the school and he stopped by his classroom to drop off his supplies and one of his coffees. He had already finished one of them. He then went to the teachers lounge and started a pot there, then he made his way to the infirmary, where he would spend the majority of his day. He had only one class, and then he would be back in the infirmary the entire day. He walked back to the lounge, seeing one of his better students and he stopped his morning ritual. "Are you working in the Infirmary today?" he asked her, her strange accent piercing his voice. "The others are leaving after class." He informed her. Sometimes he worked one on one, sometimes with multiple people, and even just by himself. He did spend a majority of his time, because the infirmary was on 24/7 since the campus had its own dorms.