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Post by Brigitte Lewis on Feb 3, 2011 22:51:31 GMT -5
Brigitte missed Gallows Hill. it was her home for 17 years and being thrown to a new place just made her feel home sick. Even her werewolf from was not used to this place. It was hard for her to find an outside area to be able to run and play. Also finding the Sons of Ipswich wasn't that easy either.
Brigitte was in uniform getting down with class and just sat in a table in the commons area. She had a reading book in hand. There was only one good thing that came out of comign here adn that was she was able to join th track team.
As she sat down she crossed legged on the chair as she began to read. She had gotten the history book of Ipswich. Which of course she had yet to read to find out who the boys were.
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Post by Jessica Mason on Feb 3, 2011 23:19:02 GMT -5
Jessica walked out into the commons, her uniform tie not fixed all the way and her skirt much shorter than regulation, and spotted Brigitte sitting by herself reading a book. She smirked and walked silently up behind the girl and placed her hands over the girls eyes, blocking her sight from the book she was reading. She looked over her shoulder at the book her friend was reading deciding to ask about it later
"guess who?" she asked the girl in front of her, giggling a bit
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Post by Caleb Danvers on Feb 4, 2011 0:03:11 GMT -5
For eighteen long years Caleb had lived in the same town and though to some it might be old, he loved it. Ipswich was home in more ways than one and he couldn't imagine leaving it. Well ok, he could when he went to Boston but that was only for four years, he'd be back soon enough and taking his place as the heir to the Danvers family line. Yet here he sitting in the common area simply waiting for something to happen or at least something to amuse him. His uniform was spotless, as always making him the spitting image of a golden boy. Dark chocolate eyes were filled with boredom as he looked down as his homework.
Sighing, Caleb ran a hand through his hair and looked down at his book. He was supposed to be writing an essay for English but he'd rather be doing so in his room at home instead of having to be here in the loudness of the common area. Of course he was simply waiting on someone to show up, anyone to come keep him company as he trudged through the day.
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Post by Brigitte Lewis on Feb 4, 2011 0:10:12 GMT -5
Feeling her eyes getting covered Brigitte smiled hearing her friend's voice. "Hello Jessica." She said with a smile. Pulling away from her hands she looked up at her with a smile. Brigitte tried to keep a smile on her face. Brigitte had her uniform on just there was something different she had leggings under her skirt. She didn't care if someone complained she couldn't wair skirts.
Looking at her friend she saw someoen tall and tan. "I'm trying to read about ipswich to see if I can figure out whot he four witches are." That guy rubbed her the wrong way she could smell something on him that was not normally. "The tan on Jessica he smells different."
One thing she loved about being a werewolf she could smell things normal people couldn't. Looking at Jessica she smiled "So how are you liking it here?"
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Post by Jessica Mason on Feb 4, 2011 14:19:59 GMT -5
“Already in research mode, that’s good. I’ve been hearing people talk, something about the Sons of Ipswich, it’s probably a good place to start.” She told her. Every where she went, someone always mentioned the elusive Sons of Ipswich, she had asked one girl she heard talking about them, what exactly she was talking about and all the girl had told her that they were the four boys whose families had founded Ipswich.
“Smells different how babe? Like me different or Rowan different or Kaira different?” she asked her friend. She would go over to the boy after, if Brigitte told her that he smelled like her. She followed her friend’s gaze and saw that the boy was tan, dark eyes and dark hair, cute but not her type. One of the great things about her powers is that they were a little more sensitive than male powers; she could tell another witch from touching them.
“I like it so far I guess, I miss home and all, but I’m sure once the right boy crosses my path I’ll like it more.” She said with a smirk, planting herself down next to her friend.
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Post by Brigitte Lewis on Feb 4, 2011 20:54:11 GMT -5
“Only reason why I’m looking up its only because I like to read.” Brigitte didn’t want to sound like a geek or nothing. But she did like to learn history from here and there. “I hear things but you know it could be different boys or they could the same guys.” Brigitte looked at her friend “I dunno I just don’t know what to think about the so called Son of Ipswich.”
“He’s been in a pool that is for sure mix with whatever he washes with and puts on after.” Brigitte hated being able to smell almost every thing on a person. “But there is something different. Just different from everyone in this school.” Grabbing hold of her friends she shook her head “I don’t think it would be good to approach them just yet. Keep an eye on them and just watch that is all. I don’t want to be wrong just incase I’m smelling something else.”
Brigitte smiled “You’ll find that guy. Hell I found the smell of the guy I like. He has blond hair I can smell that he is been in the pool and tattoos on him. There is another smell that is different too. He was in one of my classes but I sit in front of him so I was not able to see his face.” She gave her head a fun as she got up. “It will be okay we will find where we belong. “
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