Seriously Failing (Julian)

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Imara Sophia Deveroux was in a happy mood today. She had fresh blood spatter’s staining up the length of her arms, but the sadistic child had done nothing to clean them off just yet. She was just happy the silly boy hadn’t gotten his blood on her lovely dress. Then she may have gotten really mad. She liked her dress, she smoothed her hands over its long black lengths, smoothing down the poofy fabric. Her heavy combat boots that didn’t match the dress at all made a heavy clomping noise as she walked down the hallway of the Nightmare House, as she liked to call it. She liked living here. The Victorian house was all old and creepy and amused her to no end. Plus…there were plenty of rooms for her to have her fun in. Immie started to skip childishly down the hall. She was going to go see Julian. Cause he had said he wanted to see her. And, while Immie usually didn’t listen to Julian, he said it would involve amusement for her. Maybe it was a new Game. The last one had been fun.

But the players in the last one were dead. Immie pouted like a little girl. They had been so fragile. So easily broken. She wanted more challenging players. Stopping at a mirror suddenly, Immie twirled to make her tulle dress spread out. She would try to be serious today. She was dressed seriously afterall. A spiked and viscious seeming boned corset hugged her slim frame, and a horribly torn skirt poofed out underneath it. It was pretty…and it made her look like a Shadow Queen. Her normally wild black and pink hair was somewhat tamed to fall past her shoulders and she wasn’t wearing a tiara today. Her dark green eyes, however, were lined so thickly with black liner, if she even slightly closed her eyes or looked down, her eyes simply looked like two smudges of black. It made her look soulless. She liked it.

Two rugged brown-red heads of hair appeared in the lower corners of the mirror and Immie whirled around. It was Remy and Xavier. She smiled widely at her two rascal brothers. They were twins…and she loved them both. When they were alive she had been fiercely protective of them and they followed her everywhere. She knew she was hallucinating…but she was still happy to see them. ”Hello my darlings!” she proclaimed, happy to see the two little boys, who appeared only 9…though they should be 11 by now. She knew they weren’t there…but they rarely came to see her! So she was always beyond happy when they did. “Anna!” was their reply. Immie didn’t have the heart to correct them and say she was Immie now, let them call her Anna if it made them happy. She started skipping down the hall and they chased after her. Figaro, her very patient calico cat, padded after her, shaking her head. “So you must tell me how you have been” she said in French, her first language after all, and the boys didn’t speak English of course!

They might have answered too, but she got to Julian’s room, and she shushed them lightly, remembering now she had thought she would be serious today! How long ago that had seemed. Seeing the boys had made her feel childish and giddy again. She missed them so. “I do miss you, my darling brothers, but I suppose we shall have to have our conversation later. Au revoir!” she said in French with a sad sigh, to the boys. Before turning to Julian before they misted away in the corners of her vision. The man who had rescued her said she was schizophrenic. But she insisted she wasn’t, she hadn’t been before after all! But apparently stress can cause these things to happen. She tisked at the thought. What a silly creature that man had been. Immie was mad, not schizo-whatever.

She turned her attention to Julian then, tilting her head in that slightly predator-like way. She was still a feral red, still ruled by madly racing instincts and hunger. Still as hard to pin down as an alley cat. But she had mostly come back to her own mind, as much as possible anyway. And this boy had brought her out of it with the promise of helping her with her revenge…as long as she helped him as well. So she would help…for now. She knew he was using her for her affinity. She didn’t much care. She was able to keep her skills honed by torturing and killing still, that was all that mattered. “You rang?” she said, and resisted the childish impulse to giggle at such a silly line. Serious, Immie. You said you’d be serious!

[Julian Blake]

Julian was lounging in his room with a small smirk on his face. He was so amused. Even though he was lying down on his illustrious bed he had here at his Luxurious Victorian home, he didn't look like he was lounging, any position Julian was in, he looked like he did it gracefully. None the less..back on topic. Julian was very amused.

He had found new people to play the game. Imara would like that..Immie..he groaned a little bit at that thought. Immie sounded so childish. He didn't like to call her that, but he needed her on his side right now. He needed her because of what her affinity did to his affinity. She made him stronger and he could hold up the illusion longer. He smiled slowly, he liked very much to be able to torture people for a longer period of time.

Julian was a sadist first and foremost. He knew this, he knew it very well and he relished in it. He had known ever since he was a child. He loved to hurt things and make them suffer...Just ask his parents. Oh wait you couldn't...he killed them. He smiled even wider as he thought of there carefully planned murder. No one had even suspected him..though he was sure his parents did.

Not that they were his real parents. Julian knew that he was adopted. They had told him and his twin brother was here in Tulsa at the House of Night that he attended. He shrugged when he had first got here, he had been set on Finding Dalton now he no longer cared. He had other things to worry about.

He had found an innocent...it was so rare that he found someone so innocent..so full of light. Someone to put through his test. Julian smiled and got up of his black silk bed and moved towards the door, he heard Imara coming down the hallway anyway. This girl he had found. Her name was Astraea and he was currently doing lots of research into her and she was truly perfect. Her and some of his friends would be great for his game.

Which reminded him why he was having Imara come to his room here anyway. He figured she would want to help with torture of some of the people. Imara loved that kind of thing it was one of the very few things they had in common.

He walked over to his mirror with the oak frame, he smiled at his reflection. Perfect. He smiled, Julian always looked perfect it was just how he was. He straightened his black dress shirt and sighed when Imara finally came in the room. He had heard her talking, she had been talking to her dead family again. He hated when she did that. Hated it. He shrugged it off. Now was not the time for him to get mad at her about that. He had things he needed to discuss with her.

She spoke saying you rang and Julian smiled crisply at her.

"Yes I did...I have good news...I have more people to play the game...I might even let you.."play" with some of them before hand."he said with a small smile that was more real this time and he moved to go to a black iron chair he had sitting there and he sat in it.

She was definitely going to want to do this. She liked when she got torture people and he didn't mind letting her because he enjoyed it too. He smiled before speaking again "You would of course have to help me though...need your help"he said politely. This was true he needed her to help him keep his affinity up.

Julian knew Imara would come through, she always did. He sat there and crossed his legs neatly like everything else he did and he just waited for his crazy partner to respond.



Words: 677
Muse: good
Notes: I loooove Julian

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie studied Julian when she first entered the room. Icy, icy, stick up the ass boy. It bothered her slightly how prim and proper he was. Always needed things to be just so. It was so boring! The two of them could never stand each other’s personality…if it wasn’t for the fact that they had certain…flaws…in common. Including a love of the dark and being utterly sadistic and cruel. Immie loved watching people’s blood run down. She thought it looked so pretty against skin….She held her hands out in front of her and studied the rusty brown color that coated them, flaking here or there as it dried. She didn’t like this color as much. It was prettier when it was fresh. It was prettier when it slid down her throat so warm….She closed her eyes in slight exstacy at that thought. Screams turned into moans when she bit. It was so funny. So funny. She nearly giggled madly at the thought but she kept it in, knowing she had intended to be serious today. Funny how that notion had gone down the drain so quickly.

She wondered what Julian thought of the blood that covered the skin of her arms. She hadn’t told him she was bringing playthings home today. Oh well, oh well. He would live. She needed to eat and she would do it however made her happiest. He could stand his little rules being broken. They weren’t her rules, no no no. Not her rules yet. They weren’t playing a game so she could play by her rules. When they played games she had to play by his rules but that was fine. Playing by rules was fun when the games started. Because that dragged it out so much longer. That was something Julian was better at then Immie, dragging out the games. Immie got impatient too easily and needed to finish it. It was because she was red. And a feral red at that. The sight and taste of blood drove her up a wall and she needed it.

Which meant she needed to drink more often when they played games or she would drain the players too soon and break the rules. She hated breaking the rules.

She watched him sit and then he spoke. A wicked, and definantly sadistic grin, spread across her mouth and she started bouncing happily. In a blink she had darted across the room to sit on the desk, banging her boots repeatedly against the sides. She knew she’d like this conversation if this was how it started. ”Really?!” she asked happily. Playing, toying with people…and playing by Julian’s rules meant it’d be more fun…longer…she’d get to hear those delicious screams longer. And then she pouted when she thought about that. Playing by his rules meant no death. It was a childish pout that crossed her features. ”Wait…are you letting me play with one by my rules or yours?” she asked. That was a very important question after all. It was much more important questions than silly ones like who…and how…and why. She didn’t care about that. She just wanted to play.

She was happy now, bouncing. She could deal with having to send her baby brothers away now, she was happy with this development. It was okay. She could talk to the boys later. They came to talk to her most afterall. They wouldn’t be mad like Sylphie would for her shooing them away. They’d come back because they wanted to talk to her. They always wanted to talk to her. She loved talking to them too…but getting to play sounded like so much more fun! She loved to play! She loved to see people’s faces twisted in pain…loved to hear them scream… She didn’t like when they begged though. No. No, no, no. No begging was allowed. If they begged she killed them right away. Sylphie always told her begging was weak. And she didn’t want to have prey if they would be weak. That bored her so much.

He said he needed her help then. Well of course he did! He was all serious and proper when he said it too and it made her grin widely. For a second she debated saying no, just to see if it would ruffle his feathers. Just to see if she could piss him off enough that she’d get a reaction out of those icy eyes. She loved so to see people mad. That was fun too…especially in her play things. It was so fun to break them of that anger. Oh so fun. They broke eventually. Everyone did in the end. In the end she flapped her hand, the one that was covered in dried blood, at him dismissively. ”Well duhhhh…I know you need me for gamessss” she said with a sadistic little grin. Well if she couldn’t piss him off with her denying him usage of her. She intended to piss him off by reminding him how much he needed her around to amplify these things he did.

Notes: I love them both lol. Immie is slowly becoming a fave charrie of mine haha
Muse: Beyond epic
Words: 862

[Julian Blake]

Julian had been studying Imara right as she came into the room. The girl looked ridiculous as usual. She was pretty there was no doubt there but there was so much unrealized potential because of the fact that she dressed like she was a four year old. Of course it was none of his business but he didn't care. He had to look at her so couldn't she dress presentable on some days?

He took note of the blood that coated her arms as she stood there looking at them and not an emotion moved over his face, except in his eyes. Mischief. It was one of the very few things they had in common. A lust for blood. Julian was not a red like she was, his lust had been born innately too him. He didn't mind though. He liked the way he was. He noticed that the blood was not fresh so he dismissed it who ever her latest victim was. It was non of his concern..Unless he had a friend for him to torture.

He shook his head not needing to bother with these things anymore. Julian had other business to attend too like he really needed to tell her about the game and who was playing and who he was going to let her play with. That was right, and Julian was allowed to do it, he wasn't breaking any of his rules. His rules were meant for people who were playing the game and this boy would not be playing the game.

This boy was the innocent one's boyfriend. Julian didn't even know him and he hated him. He hated him because he had the innocent one. That was okay though, it was perfectly fine because soon he would be out of the way. The innocent one would be his and all would be well. He just needed Imara to help him with that.

She practically zoomed across the room to sit on his desk when he mentioned that he was going to let her toy with someine and he had to say it made his smirk go even wider. He liked when someone enjoyed their work especially when this work benefited him. Then she asked an all too important question..Whether they were playing his rules or by hers. Of course they were playing by his rules because of the fact that with Imara's it always ended in death and he needed this boy alive at least for a little while. He ran a finger through his hair as he spoke

"We will be playing by my rules..But don't worry you will get to have your fun..This one won't be in the game..you see he will be collateral. You can do whatever you want with him as long as you don't kill him or maim him beyond recognition...Are we clear in that?"he said softly but with a lot of emphasis. He needed to make sure she was paying attention because she could not mess this up.

Imara was often off in her own little world talking to her head family or just being crazy in her head and now was not the opportune time for that being that he was trying to explain a very important matter to her. He watched her and she seemed to be engaged in what he was saying even though she was always not all there a little. At least she was listening that was all that he needed from her.

She spoke again saying that she knew he needed her forthe games. He didn't let any emotion show on his face at all. He hated admitting he needed her help but he would do whatever to keep her on board because she did good things to his affinity. He licked his lips and spoke slowly

"I am just making sure that you are still aware of when your services will be needed. It is very important that there are no mishaps during the game remember?"That was one of Julians rules. Julian loved and lived by his rules. His rules set up his game and he thought he had a new game up his sleeve as well..Just hadn't worked the kinks out of it yet. He didn't need to think of that now though..Maybe he would work on the plans for that later but until then, he needed to discuss things with his "partner"

Words: 764
Muse: good
Notes: yep thyre funny

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

There was one time and one time only when these two seemed to get along. When they discussed his games…and how they were going to go about with these sadistic little games they played. Even laying down the rules usually went just fine because, contrary to her nature, Immie was fine with rules. She may huff and puff a lot, and pout, and stamp about like a child. But she liked rules. They made it more fun. They gave the childish, feral creature some guidelines to play by. And Immie needed guidelines or things ended up dead. She knew he was studying her but she didn’t much care. She was too focused on getting to kill! She giggled then a tad bit madly. Yay! New blood on her hands. New things to torture….new things to make scream. New playmates. Always fun, always fun. She loved making them scream. She was so happy to be the one to set them in motion to. To be the one to kick off the games.

Then Julian said they were playing by his rules.

She had expected that but it didn’t stop her from pouting and crossing her arms like a child. She knew what was coming next. In the actual games she was allowed to kill them if their fear called for it. She was allowed to drive them as mad as she was and then drain the life from their eyes. This wasn’t the game just yet. She wrinkled her nose when he said she couldn’t maim or kill this boy. ” Je déteste les permettent de vis!” she declared her unhappiness at this face, at the fact that she had to let him live in French. She didn’t bother to translate either. That little statement was for herself. Not for him. No, no, no. It was for her. She looked at him with her head cocked to the side a bit. Were they clear on that? Was Immie ever really clear on anything? No, no, not really. Things usually…she heard them but it didn’t mean she was actually listening But did she understand? Yes, yes, of course she understood. ”The boy will wish for death….but he’ll live” she agreed with a childish pout. She wanted to kill him. She didn’t know who he was but it didn’t matter. She wanted to kill him.

But she wouldn’t break the rules, no, no, no.

But she wanted this boy dead. ”A new innocent, a new game. Can I kill this one when she fails too!?” she asked with an evil little cackle. She didn’t wait for an answer before she was lost in her own head. She had liked draining the little innocent child of all blood…watching her life slip through her fingers…seeing the pain in her eyes… Immie hadn’t drank one drop of that girls blood, no, no, no. She wouldn’t pollute herself with that girl’s sweetness. Too sweet, too sweet. Immie couldn’t stand innocence. She wanted all innocents dead. The only reason any lived when they came near this house was that Julian’s rules said they couldn’t die. But this one…this one would fail like the last. Yes, yes. She thought she had escaped…she thought she had won…but Immie had found her. Yes she had. And she had taken her time with this one. She wanted her to see that innocence died.

Immie’s certainly had, after all.

She giggled to herself as she turned the incident over and over in her mind. Such fun. It had been such fun. Silly, silly child. Thought she could hurt Immie back. No. No. Immie had gotten her and had her fun with her. And in the end she had left the broken child for Julian to find. Because she wanted to. Because Immie was a sadistic little thing…and even her partner couldn’t escape her sadistic little ways. Julian may have helped her regain part of her mind, may have given her a chance for her revenge and a place to play with her playmates…but Immie’s mind didn’t know how to distinguish ally from foe anymore. They all meshed together for her.

His words made her pay attention to reality again, even though she missed a little bit of what he said. She knew he may be angry…cause she had tuned him out to slip into her own little crazy world again. But he’d live. Yes, yes, he’d live. He’d be unhappy. But unhappiness did not kill you! No, no it didn’t! Immie was proof. Yes she was.

She hopped off the desk and skipped over to him. She wondered if he was annoyed for having to work with her again. She wondered why he would never show it. Stick up his ass. That’s what it was. Yes, yes. She giggled madly at the thought. “ Je me souviens There won’t be any mistakes, no, no…no mishaps” she said with a wicked grin and then she ruffled his hair because she could. Tiny girl that she was she could only do it when he was sitting. He should have expected it. He should have. Yes. She skipped back to the window and tilted her head at the night that was beyond it. And the House that could just barely be seen. She’d have to go back there to get this boy. Yes, yes. ”Who is sheeee?” she asked curiously. Immie liked to know these things. Made it more fun when she broke them.

Words: 905
Comments: Love them but she hurts my brain

[Julian Blake]

Julian sometimes wondered why he kept Imara around. Sure she made his affinity stronger but it was strong it's own being that he was a black fledgling. Julian had never gone red like some other or like Imara here. No he remained blue until Kalona arrived and offered this power and he snatched it up like a rabid wolf. Not out of loyalty for Kalona though. For personal gain.

That frown that was now being formed by his next thought did not show up on his face. Julian rarely showed any other emotion but amusement but other things like a mild upsetness did not show on his face. Amusement...and anger, he smiled a little at that. If you saw anger on his face then it was probably best you run away. But back to what he had been thinking.

Despite his smart move of "joining" Kalona's side, he was not strong enough to maintain the illusion for as long as he needed to for his game to work perfectly, and that was where Imara had come in. That was why he brought her back halfway anyways to sanity. For his own gain. anything Julian had ever done had been for personal gain, he had no shame in that because let's face it. Julian had no shame at all.

Julian was snapped out of his thoughts by Imara shouting something in French, it was probably in reference to having to play by his rules but Julian did not really care. In oder for everything to go as it was planned to go she had to follow his rules. If he let her be in charge...Ha! the very thought made him want to keel over an die of laughter. If Imara was in charge there would be no order. No games. Though she was fond of his game and his rules and he knew it. She wouldn't be able to make her own. The girl was simply unstable.

She spoke again now in English thank fully, (Out of the seven languages Julian did speak for some reason french was not one of them). She said that the boy would beg for death but he would live and Julian positively grinned. Begging for death would be good..That would be very good. Julian actually wanted this boy completely dead, If Astraea made it out of the game though, doing all that she was supposed to she was going to be able to have him back so he couldn't kill him just yet. As much as he wanted her to win to prove that she really was a true innocent one with strength for him to cover, he also wanted to see her fail...so he could enjoy watching the warm blood trickle out of her loves throat...

He snapped out of that thought licking his lips a little. There was no time now for his little sadistic fantasies. Imara was still here and he needed to respond to her. "Good..Don't worry if she fails you will actually be able to kill him...As long as you draw it out long enough for me to pitch in as well"he said with a very playful smirk. Julian was very rarely playful, but the thought of killing his innocent one's boyfriend sent delicious little shivers down his spine.

She was speaking again...asking about if the new innocent one and if she failed would she be able to kill her. To be honest, Julian had extremely high hopes for his little Astraea. He had been observing her for a long while now and it seemed that she was innocent and strong willed. She was exactly what he wanted. He had to be realistic though..he had high hopes for a few of the ones he had come to play the game. They all failed and all died. So what of this one if she did? It would be unfair to deny Imara play time if she turned out to be a dud. He nodded slowly having considered it. "If she displeases me and loses then yes, you may kill her. But you may not do any sabotage. If she wins she wins, those are the rules of the game"he said matter of factly.


He was looking at her now and he was realizing that she was only half listening to him about the no mishaps thing. Did she not know how important this was? Of course she did. She knew how important it was. Imara was just..special. She was always was off and Julian had come to accept it. He just didn't like it when he was discussing something as important as the game.

She started coming over to him then and he watched her with his eyes as she agreed about not having any mishaps and she ruffles his hair and he closed his eyes. That damn girl. Could she just not touch him? Could she control herself? She was already walking back to the window and he was glaring as he ran his fingers through his sandy and well kept hair. Julian may have been a sadist but he was not a messy one and he was not going to let her make him one. He fixed his hair and then listened as she spoke, asking who the innocent one was.

Julian stood and walked over to his Dresser grabbing the file that he had piled together on her. He looked at the picture and gave it his signature smirk. She needed to be more careful when she was walking about, you never knew when someone might have been spying on you..."Astrae Dike...She is somewhat known at the school but a very likely candidate" he said softly and then placing the file in front of her and then just standing there behind her looking at it as well. He smiled, he loved his game and something told him that his new innocent one, was not going to disappoint him. No, not at all.

Words: 1024
Muse: goood
Notes: yesh lol well Julian makes me feel emotionless.

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie was still pouting. She hated having to let people live. It seemed boring and almost anti-climactic to the insane red fledgling. What was the point of going through all that torture only to let them live? It was almost absurd to her that Julian would let him live. Especially after sending Immie of all people after him. Immie had no form of control whatsoever, she simply didn’t. Though, considering he had set it down as a rule that Immie couldn’t kill or maim him, chances were she’d have control in that aspect. She always had the rules in the back of her mind and it was like subconsciously she simply played by them. Whether she wanted to or not, the remaining sane part of her mind liked the idea of rules to reign in the insanity that Immie had become. Because there was no doubt in even Immie’s mind as to the state of her sanity. The state was non-existant of course, what else could it be? Either way. She was huffing and puffing, crossing her arms as she sat on the desk and refusing to look at Julian for making her behave.

Mean, just mean, yes, yes. That’s what it was. Just mean. So mean. She pouted childishly. His words entirely slung her out of this mood though, which really wasn’t that hard in all reality. She went from a pouting, impetulant child to a happy, giddy little thing, clapping her hands happily. “Good, good, good” she repeated happily, her mind now delving into what she could do to the boy. Hmm….how to make him regret ever living? How to make him beg for death? How to make him break? How to do this when she wasn’t even allowed to play properly. Immie liked playing with people’s faces. So many delicate things to play with on the face, and people were often so protective of their faces. It amused Immie to break them this way. But if she wasn’t allowed to making him unrecognizable she wasn’t allowed to touch his face! How boring. “Is breaking all the bones in his hand maiming…? she mumbled, more wondering outloud then truly asking. She turned this question over and over in her mind.

How to make him wish he wasn’t with his innocent one so he himself would push her away? Figuring he couldn’t protect himself so he couldn’t protect her? That was what Immie had done to the last one, yes, yes. She had broken him so nicely! An breaking him hurt the last innocent one. She hated innocence. Which was what had spurred her to ask about this new innocent one of course. She wanted to kill her like she killed the last one! They were so fun to break. They were so fun because they always seemed to wonder why me? They never seemed to understand that it wasn’t about them. It was about Immie. She hated when she had selfish playmates. She wanted to know more about her new playmate, but that could wait. The new innocent was more important of couse. And the most important question was whether or not she could kill them. She clapped her hands again happily when he said if she lost that Immie could kill her. Yay! He restated the rules of the game, the basic rules that she already knew very well. She stuck her tongue out at him. Just cause she sabotaged the last one didn’t mean she’d sabotage this one.

It had made the game so much shorter and less fun when she sabotaged her. There was no satisfaction at the end that the girl simply had been too pathetic all on her own. There was less fun that way. “Sabotage is booooooring” she said simply in answer. But now that the option to being able to kill this girl should she fail entered Immie’s mind, she was plotting all different types of death for the girl in her head. All different ways to make her feel the maximum amount of pain before Immie offed her.

That was when Immie had hopped up and ruffled his hair, and purposely annoying him. It worked too. And she knew it. Not outwardly of course, but inwardly she knew he was annoyed. She could tell sometimes if she paid enough attention when she was annoying him. She liked to do it. She asked who this innocent was and he rewarded her with a name and a file. She wondered for a moment if he wouldn’t tell her and she’d have to scout on her own…but Juulian was practical. It would have been stupid not to provide Immie with information. It would only hinder the game. He stood and handed her a file and she took it with a small giggle. She bounced slightly, happily, as she read. It took her a little bit longer considering she didn’t read English as well as she spoke it. English was easy for her to speak…but she hated reading it.

Something popped out at her thought. ”She has a dog” Immie said, spitting out the word as if it were a curse. She hated dogs. Hated them. Yes, yes. Dogs were bad. If this girl brought the dog Immie wouldn’t play. No, no she wouldn’t. She didn’t like them. She wouldn’t go near them. As Immie thought about the fact that this girl had a dog it made her spiral worse into her madness. Her mind was filled with the image of a dog killing her father, of the dogs that had cornered her and allowed her and her sister to be brought here. Dogs were bad. Bad, bad, bad. No dogs. No.

She took a deeeeeeeep breath to steady herself and got back to her slow reading. One word stood out to her and she frowned. She pointed to the word and looked over her shoulder at Julian. She didn’t understand what this word meant at all. “Je ne comprends pas. Prophetess?” the word felt weird on her tongue. She hadn’t heard it before. The English language seemed so rough on her tongue after the flowing, easy tones of her native language. Some days she wouldn’t bother to speak English at all. Poor Julian, she knew he didn’t understand. Which was why she did it some days.

Muse: Epic, cause its Immie
Words: 1053
Comments: I totally don't need a translater to speak for Immie, noooooo

[Julian Blake]

Julian knew very well that he was taking a risk by letting Imara do this. Though she did want to play by the rules most of the time, it seemed that she had more difficulty than most when it came to controlling herself, Julian did understand she was very feral red. It was just hard for him to be patient with her most days. Julian was a very patient person. He had to wait for a lot of things but usually it worked out nicely in the end.

With Imara...he never knew how things were going to turn out. How could he? How could he when the girl was as mad as he didn't know what. He sighed mentally, thinking of all the times he had thought about just killing her so he no longer would have to worry about her messing up his plans and every time he did that he remembered. He needed her for his plans, a fact which made him very angry on the inside. No matter though, Julian had been trying to be accepting of the way she was for awhile now. Why should he give up what he needs simply because he was impatient with the child?

That was what she was a child. Here she was now, pouting because she was not allowed to kill The boyfriend of the innocent one right away. Didn't she understand the rules? Had they escaped her for the moment? Though the boy would not be taking part in the actual game they had at this house he would still be some what part of the game because the innocent one needed to save him too. If she saved him and all her friends she won. So did Julian in that case, he would have finally found his true innocent one.

She was muttering now, saying good about actually being able to kill him if she failed and he rolled his eyes. If anyone should get to kill him then he thought that he should. Imara she only wanted him as a play thing. Julian almost laughed at what he could do to the boy, not that she wouldn't do some damage she would. Julian...Julian though there were things he could do that this boy would never even thought a person was capable of doing and he would so enjoy doing it too him. He had to remain professional though...If he was going to stay on the good side of his innocent one then he was going to have too assure that he had nothing to do with her boyfriend being missing..At least not physically.

Imara spoke up again, asking which it seemed to be more to herself then to him if breaking all the bones in his hand maiming and Julian shook his head with a little smirk and mischief in his eyes. She didn't understand she could do what ever she wanted with him as long as after it was all over you could still recognize him. As long as someone could tell that that was him...maybe a beaten and bludgeoned him but him then she was not doing anything wrong and he had thought he had made that clear before, but apparently not.

"Breaking all the bones in his hand is considered maiming yes but, it is not maiming beyond recognition. As long as someone can still recognize him it's okay. Anything goes as long as he is still recognizable and as long as he is still alive keep that in mind"he said softly but with lots of force. He was trying to make sure that she was listening.

He knew he was being clear, it was her who just seemed to not listen because she was always some place else. She was always any place but where she was supposed to be and that was just one thing that pissed Julian off about her but he said nothing. He didn't exactly mind having to repeat himself. He would do it and eventually she would pick up on what he was trying to say to her if he had to drill it in her head himself. Which he would. Literally.

He ignored her when she said that Sabotage was boring, if it was so boring, he wondered, Why did she constantly seem to be sabotaging something? He mentally shrugged it off he didn't really care. Somethings he could be more patient about than others.

He did not appreciate her ruffling his hair though. She wasn't doing it just because she was a little child she was doing it because she wanted to annoy him and she knew it worked too even though he showed no emotion what so ever on his face when she did it. The only way you could tell Julian's emotions were through his eyes and you could only tell that if you knew him really well which very few did.

It seemed he was getting his payback though. He was standing behind her as she poured over the file of Astraea Dike he had just given her and she had just come across an important fact. She had a dog. For some odd reason that which Julian was not privy too, Imara was positively terrified and hated dogs. He laughed a little as she exclaimed about the dog, his icy laugh slowly ebbed and he rolled his eyes, he would explain so that she would no longer freak out.

"Yes she has a dog but don't worry the dog will not be going anywhere near you...I will take care of her dog and the boys dog before the game starts so don't get your panties in a twist"he said still standing there right behind reading the file over her shoulder, impressed with his own work of course. Among being Evil, Julian was also conceited. Go figure.

Imara then took a deep breath and Julian rolled his eyes again. It was a dog it was not that serious but she seemed to think it was. He shrugged it off like it was nothing he was so used to her being the odd ball that she was. She frowned then and turned to him looking confused and then spoke french and Julian almost yelled. How the hell was he supposed to know what she was saying, it was the last word that tipped him off. Prophetess. She didn't know what was a Prophetess was. Julian was a genius, he was basically a walking dictionary so he spoke

"Prophetess: a woman who speaks for god or a deity, or by divine inspiration or a woman who foretells future events...Basically she can sometimes see into the future rumor has it. I wouldn't worry though because even if she can..I strongly doubt she will see us coming"he said with an actual big grin. He so rarely grinned on a large scale but he was amused by what he had just said. No, his little prophetess wasn't going to know what hit her.

Words:1200
Muse: good
Notes: I love Julian. that is my constant note lol

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie simply nodded in answer when he said that there was a difference between maiming and maiming beyond recognition. Of course there was. Yes, yes. She knew that. Of course she knew that. Immie wasn’t stupid you see, just off sometimes. Sometimes her brain didn’t work exactly right. Sometimes she had to kick start it a time or two before things clicked. Nothing she could do about it, no, no. Nothing. She had tried. Of course she had tried. Silly. Why wouldn’t she try? It would make no sense not to! That’s what separated her from other reds. She may be feral, yes, yes, so feral. But she controlled her instincts just fine. Yes. She knew how to work those. It was all a matter of nudging juuuust right. But sometimes she got distracted. Yes, so distracted. And she forgot to pay attention to other things. It made simple things hard sometimes. But she was just fine! Yes, yes she was. Immie was smart. She was just special is all. Yes, that was the word.

But back to the topic, yes. Back to the task at hand. She was allowed to maim him! Such fun, such fun. She would break this bone. And that one. Yes. She would have to drag him about if she did that rather then making him walk. Because she didn’t want him to run! No, no that would be silly. So she would definantly mangle his legs. Yes. And which knife to use…the serrated one. Yes. She closed her eyes, bouncing happily as she contemplated all the things she could do to him now! She wouldn’t take his blood though. No. She didn’t want an imprint. Nasty things, those imprints. She didn’t want to feel his pain. Boring. She was a sadist, not a masochist. And if he didn’t die there was a chance of imprinting. So no blood for Immie. Which meant she needed a second playmate. Who to take? Maybe the innocent one’s friends. Which of those? Maybe? Yes, yes. She bounced happily, set in this. But that meant…how to get the boy. She frowned slightly and opened her eyes to speak again to Julian. ”This means I have to go to the House to get him, yes, yes?” she asked, slightly annoyed at the fact. Going to the House meant behaving. Meant not standing out. Meant covering up her bright red eyes that would never be the dark green color they once were again, or at least as long as she was feral.

Ugh, that was why Immie’s playmates came from the streets around the Nightmare House, yes, yes. Either humans or fledglings, it didn’t matter, they all bled the same. They all screamed. They all felt. That was all that mattered. She avoided the House because she tended to…lose focus there. It was harder for her to pay attention to behaving and not standing out. She wasn’t allowed to be noticed, no, no. Not allowed. Then someone may stop the games.

But then she was by the window after ruffling his hair. Fun fun, always such fun to piss Julian off. It wasn’t her fault that he was so prim and proper. If he liked things just so he shouldn’t have her in his house. But he needed her, didn’t he? Yes. Yes he did. So he wasn’t allowed to kill her. He had to deal with her quirks. Such fun. And she had to deal with his. That annoyed her. Yes, yes, he needed to chill out. He was always so stick in the mud, it pissed her off. But she needed him too. He gave her a place to play…and he said he’d help her with her revenge. And she’d get it. Yes, she would, she’d see to it. So they both put up with each other even though both couldn’t stay in the same room with the other for very long. No, Immie couldn’t. Unless they were discussing the Game. That was just fun. Yes. That was okay. He needed to set more rules for her though, or she’d lose it and do things she shouldn’t. But she knew more games would come later. Yes. She had done this before. Once. That was enough for Immie to get it. See? She wasn’t stupid. No. Quite smart actually. But she just…had issues.

But then she had the file. Yes, yes the file. Funny how Julian always had a file of facts. It helped though. Yes, it did. Until she came across that fact about the dog. She hated dogs. Vile creatures. If Immie had her way she’d kill them all. From a distance. So that way they couldn’t bother her. She hated dogs. They were evil, so evil, more evil then her, yes. He laughed at her though and she frowned. Leaning back she stepped hard as she could with the heel of her boot onto Julian’s foot and then ground it before stepping forward again. She hated people laughing at her. But she was more interested in the girl. The insults and bitching and stabbing could wait til later. If Immie remembered. Which was actually very unlikely. Instead she nodded when Julian said he would take care of both dogs. But she was still muttering happily in French as she studied the file. Her curses were both for Julian for being a bastard and the girl for being innocent. ” Le baiser salaud croit qu'il vaut mieux que moi. Et je vais danse dans cette innocents de sang” she said with false happiness to hide the magnitude of her cursing.

Immie wasn’t so insane that she didn’t know how to deceive.

She then asked what it was with the prophetess because she hadn’t understood the word. In all honesty, Immie hated English. It was just a hard language for her to grasp, though she had been speaking it for five years now. It still felt rough against her tongue. She had learned to rid herself of her accent when she was out of the Nightmare House, however she didn’t bother hiding her thick French accent when she was just with Julian or her playmates. They could deal with it. She waited and listened to Julian explain what that was. And then she frowned, even though Julian said he doubted she would see them coming…what if she did. ”You are sure? she asked carefully, wanting to be sure of this before she messed with a fricken messenger of a god or some such thing. Not that it would stop her. It just meant that she would have to figure out a new way around it. Surprise the Prophetess. It sounded like a game. A game Immie very much wanted to play. She giggled madly at the thought.

Words: 1243
Muse: There
Comments: She's such a psycho

[Julian Blake]

Julian could already see the wheels in Imara's head turning. He sighed a bit mentally. He didn't doubt that she was going to do what he asked of her. He didn't even actually worry about her methods. He knew that she would do what ever she had to, to make sure that she did what he asked. Imara just sometimes took things too far. This was Julian talking though, He should really not be talking.

Julian was an expert at what he did. He just didn't broadcast it as much as his..business partner over here did. Julian had appearances to keep up he guessed. He smiled a bit though, he liked thinking more of ow much of an expert he was. He was thinking of how much he can do. He needed to get back to now though, Now as he watched Imara think.

She was definitely thinking how she wanted to maim the boy. Julian certainly didn't mind. In his very short time of observing his new innocent one and her boyfriend. He had discovered that the boyfriend was a mensch. It was disappointing. Had the boy been a low life some sort it would have been much easier for him to get her away from him. He mentally sighed. Imara's tactics would probably be more interesting for him anyway. He might even request to watch her do her work. He smiled slowly, that was not breaking the rules of the game.

She was now inquiring as to if she would have to go to the house to get him and Julian rolled his eyes. Of course she was going to have to go to the bloody house to go get him. He was a fledgling. This meant he stayed at the house. Not all of the fledglings could afford to have a house in the middle of town like he could. He knew why she was worried about it though. If she went to the house, than she would have to work on blending in.

"Yes you will have to go get him from the house...This mean's that you will need to not go around maiming anyone who looks like they need to be maimed...We are clear?"Julian said it firmly...but not as if he was ordering her around. It was more that he was trying to guide her, at least that was how his voice made it sound. Julian just needed to make sure that she took this job seriously. As serious as she could take it that is. The girl had more issues than he did and that was saying something..he shook off the thought...Where the hell had that come from?...he thought before disregarding the thought completely.

Julian could do that. He was pretty good at making thoughts he didn't want to be in his head go away. It was just another one of his many talents. He could just pluck the thought out with just his will, it was more of an expertise at being able to push thoughts down but he liked to think of it as a power. Julian needed everything around him to be powerful. He needed himself to be powerful.


Julian could tell that Imara was amused by the fact that she had ruffled his hair. He was still upset about it. Not upset enough to want to make her bleed or anything but he seriously wanted to do something to get her back. He would do something to get her back...

She was pouting about the file, he could see that visibly. He didn't really care. She would be fine, he was going to deal with the dogs and she could be upset about the fact that Astraea was innocent all she wanted but the task was still the task and he did not have the time to deal with the fact that she wanted to be a baby about it. He had to go pick some of Astraea's friends for the game anyway. As well as recruit new people to help him with his goals. He smiled when she started talking in french again.

She was doing it on purpose. She knew that he could not understand that. She was probably saying something about him, the only problem was he truly did not care about what she had to say.

"I will Remove the Dog's Imarathere is no reason for your coarse words."he said with a small smile. He knew that this would bother her. She hated being called by her full name, then again. Julian still did not care.

She asked if he was sure about Astrea's little ability, and once again Julian rolled his eyes. Did she think he was a fool? He did his homework. He knew the visions were not going to give him away . There was no need for all of this Paranoia. He turned away walked towards the door of his room to lean against the frame.

"Yes..I am sure..Besides you need not worry about her just yet, I will handle her. You are not to touch her unless she fails remember?"he said with a look at her. He was trying to make sure she understood. This was a very important game to Julian..He didn't need her messing it up.

Words: 916
Muse: goood
Notes: They amuse meee

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie frowned on the subject of having to go to the House. She hated having to blend in, yes, yes she did. She sucked at blending in so badly because Immie liked to stand out! She always stood out! With her hair and her outfits and her bright red eyes, how could she even have any type of hope of blending in at all? This would require sunglasses or something like that to blend in. She frowned also at what Julian had to say. She didn’t always go around maiming everyone! Did she? Okay, so maybe she did from time to time. But they usually deserved it! People always deserved what Immie did to them, yes yes they did. They always deserved it! She never tortured anyone that didn’t deserve it! People who were happy usually deserved it. And innocents. And simple people. And happily innocent people. They deserved it! She pouted at him. ”I’ll try”’ she mumbled. She’ll just have to pick a time when most people weren’t around, yes yes she would.

Julian was always so serious all the time. It was no fun, no no it wasn’t. It wasn’t at all. And this frustrated Immie to no end, which was why she usually went out of her way to piss him off as best she could. But even Immie had to admit that if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have half the fun she had now, no no she wouldn’t. He kept it organized and did things so that way they wouldn’t get caught. He made sure there were rules so things could plan out longer and this was good. So good. Immie approved. But at the same time they were so different! Even if Julian did bring her back to her current slight sanity, she still only worked with him because she wanted her revenge, yes yes.

Plus, he was always making sure they were clear. Of course they were clear! Immie wasn’t stupid. She understood what he was saying. She just didn’t always do what he asked!

But that was when she ruffled his hair to piss him off and amusse herself because this very much so amused her. She adored doing these things, it was part of the reason she had still bothered to live, to piss people off. And then she got the file. And learned about the dog. That was bad. She hated dogs so much. So, so, so much. They were evil, so bad. Beyond bad. She hated dogs because they killed people, they killed her parents and her sisters and forced her here! She didn’t want to be here! She missed home. And Mama and Papa. She wanted to get her revenge now, but either way she didn’t want to be anywhere near dogs!

He said he would remove the dogs and that made her happy, but then he called her Imara. She whirled around, shrieking and angry. ”Do not call me Imara!” she yelled, pissed off about that. She stomped her foot, and felt the floorboards creak under her foot and blinked down. Oops, she forgot about that. She forgot that she was a red who could break things with the slightest effort. It was the part about being a red that had issues. But at the same time, Immie liked being a red, it meant that she could tug people along much bigger than her and they wouldn’t expect if from her at all! No, no, it was a perfect thing! She liked that so much, so much.

Immie flapped her hand at him when he reminded her, again, that she wasn’t to touch the little innocent one. She knew that! She did, she did. He needed to stop reminding her or she’d touch the innocent one just to piss him off! She giggled a bit to herself, going off in her own little world, debating what it is that she would do if she was allowed to touch the innocent one. She would hurt her so bad, so bad. She would go right at her just because she was an innocent one. So annoying, yes, yes. She hated innocent ones. They needed to learn what the world really was….

Comments: This is such a fail. Sorry.

[Julian Blake]

Julian didn't really count on Imara to d exactly what he had told her. He sighed as he thought about it. SHe always saw the need to bend the rules even though she said she was so hell bent on following them. He had placed some. She needed to go pick the boy up, not harm others and all he had gotten out of her was an "I'll try" Try? Try? Julian didn't do try, he expected results. He demanded Results.

Did he have to do everything himself?

"Imara, Do I have to do this myself? I am counting on you. But if you don't have the self control to only take boy...he said trailing off a bit. This would most likely get to her. Julian needed to do that though, he needed to get to her because if he didn't she wouldn't try harder. She wouldn't try to make it so that she didn't harm other people. He just needed her to get the target.

The boyfriend of his innocent one. The more he thought about it the more he knew that his plan would be flawless, he ran a hand over his perfect hair and then smiled to himself thinking about how all of this would turn out. Astraea would prove herself, he knew she would. If she didn't she would be tossed to Imara, let her dispose of her and that would be the end of that. Julian would continue his search for the perfect innocent one.

He hoped he wouldn't have too.

Imara seemed frustrated with him but Julian didn't much care, she was always frustrated with him. Always. It was mostly because of the fact that he never played with her. He never acted like a child with her. Julian's true joy was in fact torture. He thrived on hurting people and making them feel pain.

That was one thing that He and Imara did have in common. They both liked causing pain. They could talk about that for hours, but Julian was a lot less messy, he cleaned up after himself as where Imara always left a mess. He would always go and make her clean it up later but initially all she did was leave a bloody mess.

It always made him wonder why he put up with her, but of course. He remembered. He needed her and he hated admitting it but it was indeed the truth. He sighed as he thought about it.

He had just called her Imara and that was when the freak out had ensued. He shook his head with a smile, When would this girl ever learn to keep a level head? Did she even have a level head? She stomped her foot and the floor boards creaked and a small glimmer of annoyance flashed back into his eyes.

This house was his pride and Joy. He loved it more than he loved anything in this entire world. She would not break it just because she couldn't control her own emotions.

"I'd keep a cool head if I were you...I don't take kindly to you breaking up my home"he said in a cool even tone, even more cold then his normal one. This was the one that sent shivers down peoples spines. This one that made them quake with fear.

He stood there in the door way looking at her with his stone face and waited to see what she would do. If she lashed out at him he would fight her possibly. Not harm her because he needed her but he would show her that there was reason that he was the boss. Julian was always the boss and She had best not forget it.

Words: 645
Muse:good
Notes: Julian has like no emotion. its so odd.

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Julian was no fun! No, no he wasn’t. He was always expecting her to follow his rules, well more like he was always expecting her to fail. It wasn’t her fault she was still mostly insane! No, no it wasn’t. She hadn’t expected to die after all. Though she loved the strength she had gotten out of it, yes, yes she had because it made her stronger and stronger meant she could get her revenge so much easier yes, yes it did. She liked that very much. But the way her partner that wasn’t really her partner, being that he made the rules, was looking at her suggested that he didn’t expect her to do this right. His words only solidified this.

She cursed at him in French for calling her Imara again when he knew that she hated her full name, not that it was actually her name per se, but the name she now went by. Either way, she was annoyed! She cursed at him again in good measure, knowing he couldn’t understand and would only get the notion that she was mad and not saying nice things. She liked that little bit of power she had and used it any time she was sane enough to .

She pouted at him. ”I can do it, I can!” she said stubbornly. She would do it and only take the boy and do it perfect. Just cause he seemed to think she couldn’t. She would prove him wrong, she would show him he wasn’t the smart one here! She didn’t realize she was being manipulated, but being that it was Immie, it was probably best that she didn’t find out or people, not Julian because it didn’t amuse her to go against him, but people would end up hurt. And she was supposed to behave so they could play the game without suspicion.

On that note…Immie suspiciously eyed the dried blood on her arms. Huh. She had almost forgotten it was there. It was usually there, Immie was usually covered in blood, so she rarely noticed anymore, nope nope she didn’t. But it had caught her attention when she had thought of playing. Experimentally she licked the now dried blood on her arm and then stuck out said tongue with an “ew” face. She hated the dried and cold stuff. She preferred straight from the vein thank you. And then she pouted. Until the game started she’d have no fresh blood. And then an idea popped into her head. She looked at Julian for a moment. She hated asking what she could and couldn’t do but he had already said…they were playing by his rules.

Which meant asking.

She tilted her head a little, letting her pink and red streaked black hair fall to the side as she studied her partner with crimson eyes. ”I can bite this boy toy though, yes? You never said I could not.” she said, more stating than really asking in her accented French voice, but not caring much if he liked that or not. She was simply checking up on that after all, she didn’t have to play nice all the time. Not when she sucked at playing nice even some of the time.

But…that was when he had called her Imara again and she had lost her temper. Only that foolish old man that had taught her how to cause pain had called her that and she had killed him in the end mostly because she didn’t like the name. She had taken it so that way she could hide her past, those were her saner days. Now she just knew she didn’t like being called Imara because it was too stuffy and she wasn’t supposed to go around telling everyone what her full name was because that was bad for…who knows what reason, did it matter? Either way she had made the floor creak under her considerable strength with her temper tantrum.

He told her to keep a cool head and she couldn’t help it, she broke into giggles at the very idea. Like Immie even had a cool head to keep. She was all impulse and desire and a need for blood. That could be contained from time to time by the other inhabitant of this room, mostly because he had managed to bring her back to the level of sanity she now had. She’d never know how he had found her and picked her out, she figured he had found out about her affinity and wanted it. It didn’t matter though, no, no it didn’t.

She pouted a bit at him though. ”I didn’t mean to though” she said like the petulant little child she could be from time to time. At least she wasn’t talking to her dead family any more. His cold voice had registered enough to make her pout rather than fight back, but that was as far as it went with the nutty child.

Words: 872
Muse: Surprisingly good
Comments: For avoiding me for days, this post isn't half assed