what am I doing awake? [open]

Tic, tic, tic

The It was cold, and morning time for the rather nocturnal woman walking down the halls. It was around twelve in the morning and at this point she had no idea way she was here. She never liked this place much, but her ambitions got ahead of her. Besides she didn’t want to rot away, she might as well make something of her life right? As she walked her steps were quick, matching the ticking of the seconds on a clock. That’s how Tora lived. In fast pace but a second at a time, taking everything in stride but picking out every detail. She was naturally quick, but it always seemed everything around her was rushing by. Like they were all on fast forward and she was on pause.

Tic, Tic, Tic

Around her most lights were dim. In some places the lights were off completely. She doubted many other people, if anybody, was walking around here like she was. Tora looked down at her uniform, it was rather distasteful but she guessed she would live. She pulled at the pants softy, she felt too old for this. She was twenty-one when she died and suddenly she was in school. She was even older than that now and she wasn’t even married! She knew people aged slower here but it still made her feel strange. She was practically a child but it was just uncomfortable.

Tic, Tic, Tic

Tetzou sighed as he walked slowly toward the walls academy door's, he had been attempting to sleep to no avail so of course he saw no reason to attempt to any further. After all what was the point, he would rather get something done, or drink some sake then lay in a bed wide awake after all, it was rather pointless. Slowly he stretched, his back cracking a few times before he rolled his neck and opened the door meandering out into the academy he scratched his chin and glanced around. "Hnnn ..." He murmured as he slid his hands into his pockets and debated a moment curiously to himself. He glanced at a mirror in passing in the darkness and tilted his head a bit curiously with a yawn again, maybe he was tired after all. Tetzou is a fairly average Seventeen year old as a whole, he stands at an even five foot eleven inches, and seems to weight around a hundred and sixty-ish pounds if one was to try and pick him up. However though he is not overly heavy or large, he makes up for it with his muscle, his body is perfectly trained physically holding every single muscle defined and built.

Each detail of his muscle and build across his body is based around his physical perfection, one could call his body sculpted and broad. His calves, thighs, biceps, triceps, chest and shoulders, even his forearms are lined with strong defined muscle from constantly working out physically and putting high stress and power on his body. Over this perfectly muscled and built physical form is a dark toned almost olive beach-boy tan skin, nearly islander in origin, coated in thin razor like scar's that crisscross over mostly his arms however a few line his chest and legs. As well he holds a distinct scaring over his back as if whips have constantly cracked over them as one would expect from a slave to have in their past lives. One who knows such things would also notice that along his finger's his nails and fingertips show the signs of torture, being lined with scar tissue from them being constantly poked, sliced and split. His face was well angled and proportioned to his body having higher set cheekbones and almond shaped eyes that are usually half-closed lazily showing the eyes being the tone of Cyan Blue.

These eyes of course, holding vertical catlike pupils contrasting oddly with his dark black charcoal like silky hair that runs along his shoulder's stopping at that. He wears it in a bedhead type fashion, usually kept that way from his hat, the initial shape being that of it falling about his eyes and cheeks lazily he just splits it at his eyes so he can see. His smile is one of larger teeth, these teeth are all sharpened naturally much like a sharks, showing a big smile when he wants it but usually preferring to simply raise his left eyebrow and smirk, as he see's that as ''cooler'' so to speak, if he does smile it sows off his larger teeth purely white and well-cared for, his Canines are about three times larger and sharper then most normally are. As far as the skin along his face, though he bears no elaborate scar's he is clean shaved except for some small sideburns that stop around his ear's bottoms, and a rough gotee on the tip of his chin, as well as two Golden rings pierced into his earlobes themselves.

The skin of his face though it lacks scar's instead sports a lining of tribal tattoos starting at his cheek and ending over his eyebrow, his nose is rounded and fairly broad as if its been broken a couple times. He sighed poking the nose, why did he get in so many fights as a kid, it ruined his good looks, he chuckled a bit to himself at that thought, as if he actually cared about his appearance. Slowly he moved toward the end of the hallway when he say a young woman and he blinked a bit curiously, meandering forward as he leaned back and rested his back against the wall behind her curiously. "Yo cutie ..." He said simply blinking a few times out of curiosity, she didn't seem to e looking around so she probably didn't think anyone would be out, understandable he supposed, maybe he would even get her to jump. He grinned at that thought and waited for her reaction to his sudden appearance.

Something interpreted the quiet ticking inside her own mind, and Tora whipped around with quick cat-like grace. This caused the rectangle sheath hanging on her back to bounce as it moved with her body. Her long light brown hair, spotted with invisible red, curled and twisted around her body only to settle She glared at the man with cold steel blue eyes. The cold cross on her chest settled down after the sharp turn, the cross being a personal joke with herself. The German blooded women had sharp features, and seemed very thin. Most of what muscle she had was in her legs. Speed being her strength. She was very lanky, and her neck was elegantly long. Somehow she managed to make things look just right on her. Fitting her style, and even with uniform on she was still rather beautiful. Tora stood there, not moving, seeming not even to breath. She waited patiently, the seconds ticking by in her mind.

She did what she could to avoid people, she even had switched her body clock to a more nocturnal one. A time when people tended to sleep, not wander around aimlessly taking care of daily needs. Tora brought her arms to cross her chest. She seemed rather comfortable waiting. Like a cat outside a mouse whole. Tora waited, a sick hungry look for a fight seemed to ignite in her eyes. She was more than willing to fight if that was what he wanted. She pushed her tongue against the back of her teeth swiping across it. A soft metallic taste entered her mouth as her tongue passed behind her canine teeth.


No matter what was going on in her head she still seemed rather innocent. With the dim light reflecting of her pale skin in a ghostly way. A little smile on her lips at the thought of drawing blood. She blinked her cold eyes. The color of steel, streaked with stripes of blue like a tiger. Yet she seemed disturbed about something. Just one little flaw picking at her. Something he had said. The words he spoke, the way he stood. The way he looked at her. Even his appearance, something about it bothered her.


The words he had spoken bothered her. He was such a difference from the man she had fallen in love with so long ago. Eric who had been tall, with sleeked muscles, and beautiful unbroken ivory skin. His hands had been smooth unlike that of a farmer whose hands were though from a hard life of work. The many names her lovely Eric had for her at always made butterflies do back flips in her tummy. Yet this man who was the exact opposite of him, had called her by a name that she had heard whenever she tried to deny him. He called to her in a voice so different yet it was enough to break her resolve for just a second. She had loved Eric, and he had avenged her. A long time ago though she had learned to move on. She would always love him, but she was ready to let herself fall in love again.