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demixrivers‌:

Balls, dances, parties – everything that a girl of her age should have been attending but unfortunately, was too sheltered from the real world. Demetria had been to homecoming, of course and just about any other party that her school had held whether it be in the courtyard of her hometown, the basketball court in school or the house of a random pupil. She was familiar with how to act; how to gracefully sweep herself across the floor, heels clicking with a demand as all eyes glazed upon her… It was almost impossible for people to NOT look at her at homecoming. Not only was she the most beautiful, but people had to give their applaud to the homecoming QUEEN, didn’t they? Walking through the double doors that led to the cafeteria, iridescent greens illuminating as the orange spotlights circled around the floor in disco effect – her cherry red lips curdling into a HELLISH smirk. It was like attending a school dance all over again and wherever she went, she knew she was going to leave her mark. With her hands on her hips, elbows lightly grazing the scarlet wings that had completed her costume, Demetria allowed her gaze to dance across the floor – taking in everything before her. Skeleton figures were dotted around the place, big black cauldrons with smoke pouring out of its oblivion-like hole, people with masks who were unidentifiable, a makeshift stage, spooky music echoing… Brielle had really pulled out at all of the stops. It seemed as though Doctor Wright was good for something. 

Though, the decorations were not what she was looking at – she was looking for something else… Somebody to terrorise, somebody to dance with, somebody to hypnotise; ANY kind of reaction. A pretty girl like her couldn’t go the night without the attention she deserved. Hazels bounced from person to person, trying to suss out who was who but most importantly, trying to find her certain somebody. There was Eden, dressed as a teapot – what the fuck? Toni dressed as… Okay, she didn’t have a clue what Toni was dressed as. Charlie as a Mexican – no way did he actually do it. Becca as batgirl, Tiernan as the joker, Zoe as a flintstone, Chase as a Jester, Kit looking H O T as Indiana Jones maybe? Near enough everybody was there apart from the person she was looking for. With a sigh, Demetria looked down to the floor – a discouraged look crashing upon her face as she wondered where Jared was. He wasn’t off dancing with somebody else… Or maybe he decided that he didn’t want to be at the ball, though that seemed unlikely seeing as he was just as excited as a CHILD about dressing up, eagerly disappearing off to the store and later appearing with a gallon fake blood. There she heard it – his voice, thick like syrup but just as sweet as he drizzled a sweetness over her – cerulean hues scouring across her entire canvas as the devil pirouetted a 180° crescent, finally meeting his own body. Each corner to her cherries lifted up into a coy smile, trying her hardest to not look too pleased with the fact that he was stood in front of her – the crimson stains littered across his lips, jawline and shirt complimented her own outfit PERFECTLY as if they had arranged to wear the same colours and somehow, Demetria couldn’t help but feel as though she was being reeled in by the fangs that sharpened his canines and the bloodshot patterns that followed under his sapphires – it reminded her of a dream she had once about coming face to face with a creature of the night, one that looked identical to her lover. 

“Hail Satan indeed, though she would be absolutely NOWHERE without these wings.” 

Taking a few steps closer, the echo of her stiletto reverberating throughout the room as though the music had silenced, the ambient buzz of the crowd had dissipated and as if their words were the only ones that could be heard for miles – Demetria was no inches away from him, head tilted and lips curved with their scarlet plump. God, she was a SEDUCTRESS… One that Jared would be dying to grab hold of, no doubt. The wine colour to her two piece set – pencil skirt and cropped vest was just as addictive as the liquid itself; luring men ( not just alcoholics ) in to her own space and yet, the only one that she wanted to FEED was Jared. Her horns, heels, nails and makeup were all a devilish red too that she had managed to assemble herself – complimenting the outfit as chocolate curls draped their way around her neck, where any typical vampire would want to feast but the wings… They made the costume and without them, they looked plain. “Thank you.” Her words were a whisper, barely audible but incredibly gratuitous for the little surprise that the tutor had left in a box on her room. Never in a million years had somebody bought something of the such for her and they didn’t look cheap either… The quality of them almost seemed realistically ANGELIC – yet here she was, morphing them into something so dark and evil yet making it look as though they were designed for her. 

“You don’t look so bad either. I’d let you drink my BLOOD if you asked – your eyes are what would convince me. And your voice and your body and your… Okay, I’m going to get carried away if I complete the list. You’re just so…” 

 Viridescents crept around the room just to double check again that nobody was listening but as she leaned in to whisper the singular noun to the tutor, she couldn’t help but feel herself getting giddy – autumnal irises completely mesmerised by the small smirk that was swiping across his features as he recognised that she was getting flustered. Could you really blame her? There would have been nothing more CARNAL than the vampire and the devil disappearing off to his classroom for five minutes whilst everybody else was enjoying the ball – two demons fighting against the other as her back slammed against his wall, wings crooking with each new pound that her small body took, the remnants of fake blood plastering across her own neck and down in between her chest, with each kiss he placed against the porcelain of her skin. 

 “HOT.”

 Pulling back now, in an attempt to regain herself, the beauty spun around on her toe – heading towards the punchbowl, ensuring that she was giving Jared a show of his own as she knew that he would follow suit. They were ‘FRIENDS’ after all… Demetria Rivers was a patient who trusted the Jones’ and the staff members were never going to discourage something as ‘HARMLESS’ as their relationship. They could have been talking about how yesterday’s lesson went or how in class, Jared was going to be teaching them the origins of Halloween once the fun was over. Nobody else around them had to know the lustful and loving thoughts that clouded one another’s minds as they were with one another – and they certainly didn’t need to know about what happened when they were behind closed doors. There was the exception of Charlie and Dana but nobody else would ever find out… Not until Demetria was out of Brielle and nothing could be done about it. Swaying her hips from side to side, the curves of her peach looking enhances as feathers draped either side of her waist – looking like the doorway to HEAVEN, Demi shot back a playful smile to get a glimpse of how his eyes followed her and to her own expectation, he looked D E S P E R A T E.

               The charming grin that had been the demise of so many women before her slipped over Jared’s features easily as Demetria rattled off compliments about himself and his costume. He was nothing compared to her though, a vision of pure elegance shrouded in hell fire and brimstone. He gave her points for creativity of course, having seen the costume in it’s bare bones state the Jones had no idea just how encompassing the wings he had purchased for her would be. And of course he had spared no expense, they had been something she wanted and it was becoming evident very early in the relationship that whatever the beauty wanted the tutor would acquire no matter what hoops and hurdles he had to over come in order to complete the request.

Little did Jared know he was having the same impure thoughts as the devilish beauty, visions of her frame pinned against the door of his classroom or the thick mahogany of his desk dancing through his head like sugarplums at Christmas time. The blood clinging to his lips would surely stain her neck, leaving smeared impressions of passion and wanting as they encompassed the entire map of her body. It would be so obvious when they returned, with makeup smeared and cheeks flushed, hair tousled and stinking of sex. Needless to say the very image of the beauty wasn’t the only thing that Brough such a smirk to the raven haired males lips. “Look who’s talking.” He ventured, the irony of the Devil using the word hot not lost on the literary scholar.

As her frame began to fade away Jared made quick, subtle steps to follow, the eagerness behind his feet shrouded by the many others that laced their path. The crowd was distracted of course, the cacophony of noise and imagery enough to keep their eyes anywhere but on the beauty and the beast. So desperately did he want to reach out and touch her, to caress the backside that was so flawlessly framed by the wings he’d retrieved for her. There was lust behind those cerulean pools but also adoration - both emotions that were hidden from plain sight thanks to the crimson effect of the contact lenses he donned. Admittedly it seemed as though Jared was sizing Demi up like she was a bite to eat, but that was part of this character wasn’t it? The vampire who hungered eternally for blood? Such creatures didn’t exist of course but if they had Jared’s doppelgänger would certainly have been a force to be reckoned with. Other worldly powers or no this creature would have had zero issue drawing in women to feed from, one look at those baby blues and they would be putty in his hands - but of course, this was all simply fantasy, an amusing thought in the back of the tutors mind.

As they reached the punch bowl Jared was sure to give passers by a polite acknowledging smile each of which was accompanied by a nod - all in an attempt to persuade them not to strike up a conversation. It was a passing nod, the kind you might give someone in a hallway when you wanted to confirm their existence but also had somewhere else to be - and he did have somewhere else to be, glued to the side of the devilish queen of course, there was no where else the tutor wanted to be situated.

             He grasped a plastic cup, swirling the ladle within the large clear bowl as the mixture of juice formed a subtle vortex thanks to his manipulation. Filling one cup just below the brim he offered it to Demi, filling a cup for himself shortly there after. It was a mixture of pink lemonade and some other ingredients - a variable witches brew if he’d ever laid eyes on one. With the hand that wasn’t currently invested in gripping his cup Jared dug into his jean pocket, subconsciously needing to distract himself lest he faulted and reach out to caress the beauty in such a public place. “So, Ms. Rivers,” He began, well aware the music would be enough to keep others from eavesdropping on their conversation but smart enough to know he could play the entendre game if he phrased things properly. “Do you have any plans for after the dance?” Ultra marine’s widened with the question, as if to emphasis his point all the while that trade mark smirk continued to stay plastered against his features, even as he took a sip of the lemonade mixture.

The Devil’s in the Details || Demi & Jared

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charlieswann‌:

“Well~ Since he is my new freaking therapist I might as well tell him don’t I?!” He said the heavy knife even having fucking trouble getting through the pumpkin. He hated this shit, always had. Halloween, sure. But carving fucking pumpkins? Never. With a fluent movement he got the knife out of there pointing the with gut infested blade towards the tutor. “Don’t you dare giving me a knife that will make this shit last any FUCKING longer Jared!”

With a small nod he went back to his orange monster. “So she can get a get out of jail ticket for this shit but I need to use the muscles I don’t have to do this shit chore?” He said with a small smirk. 

            “Am I missing something here?” The tutor asked, entirely confused as to why the boy wouldn’t be interested in aiding him in the dissection of a few measly pumpkins. Demi’s excuse he understood, she generally spent hours on her nails, ensuring they were prim and proper, that was just the kind of person the woman was. But Charlie? What reason would he have for loathing the idea so very much.”What’s got your knickers in a knot?” 

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just-jim-balon‌:

Rules are rules, bud.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Jim could have gagged. Very nearly did, in fact, as he rolled his eyes so hard that he thought he might lose them to the back of his head and never get them back. His lips pulled into a taught, slanted line, and he turned the man a skeptical, judgemental look. “ ‘Rules are rules’ bud’?” he echoed. “Are you fucking serious right now?” A beat, another brief roll of his eyes and he took a drag. “You know that attitude is utterly counter productive to getting people to respect you, right? Or to adhere to rules at all? With no reason, no public purpose that makes your rules valid and worthwhile, subjecting a bunch of people to them collectively is barbaric. And also how dictatorships start. At the very least, you’d think whoever’s in charge here would want to at least look like there’s an important motivation to everything they do.” 

“Also—three weeks for contraband? Jesus, one call and civil rights activists would be so up your collective asses.” 

                With his thick brows knit together Jared heaved a sigh. Why couldn’t this guy just give him the cigarettes? He’d been polite, offered a valid reason as to why he couldn’t have the contraband - why then did this individual insist on continuing to fight him? “Well when you’re head of your own institute you can make whatever rules you want.” Jared snipped. It wasn’t often the tutor found himself irked by people, hell he’d been a high school teacher after all, dealing with angst and undeserved attitude was part of the job description and usually he could relate to his students quite well. But this man wasn’t one of the Jones’ students, that much was glaringly obvious. “I’m serious. Hand them over.” 

Authority rang clear and true in the tutors voice, sapphires hues growing hard and steely as he took a few more steps toward the individual who’s name he wasn’t even sure of.

                Standing toe to toe the patient was taller - indefinitely so. The stranger had a good six inches on Jared - a fact he had apparently over looked in calling him out to begin with. But height wasn’t everything, just because the male was freakishly tall didn’t mean he had any mass to put behind it. What Jared lacked in height ( though five feet eight inches was nothing to be ashamed of ) he made up for in brawn, the sinewy curvature of his biceps nearly showing through the leather of the jacket he dawned. This male was clearly more wirey, lanky with a fair bit of muscle mass but no where near the tutors level. Perhaps he would be able to intimidate him thusly.

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eden-mayer‌:

She’d hardly been paying attention to her immediate surroundings, given that her gaze had been fixated on others throughout the night. The first being Emmy, making sure than her little spawn wasn’t unintentionally getting herself into trouble or wandering too far off. And if she was looking at Emmy, Cecily often times didn’t seem too far off. However, Eden had a bit more faith that the other little blonde could certainly hold her own better than Emmy could. And finally, Eden had been keeping a very nonchalant eye on Demi. There wasn’t any particular reason, she’d given up on the whole mystery man thing, she just couldn’t help but be even just a little protective over the adult.

So when a low voice spoke rather close to the blonde, she didn’t even assume that they were talking to her. After all, she’d already spoken to the staff members that she was friends with— the conversations were brief and predominantly initiated out of common courtesy, but they were out of the way nonetheless. It was when the voice spoke again that Eden turned to the source, her eyebrows furrowing slightly at the familiar man. Surely Jared had other staff members to dance with. Eden was perfectly content with being a little wallflower for the evening, she liked being able to keep an eye on everyone. Which is why, when her mouth opened to respond, she sent a rather brazen“why?” in the man’s direction.

                A flicker of amusement flashed over the tutors features, thick brows twitching as a smile crept against his lips. Some people might have considered what Eden had just said rude, but to the tutor, who social standing was rather fractured, it was entertaining. It was an entirely fair question, he and Eden barely spoke bar a few passing words in the halls and a sparse conversation within the staff quarters here and there. So her desire to understand just why Jared might want to waltz around the room with her was entirely warranted.

                “Because it would be fun.” He offered with a shrug, still extending his hand, as if the absurdity of it would break the psychologist’s will all on it’s own. “Come on, Eden, let loose - just for a little. I only want one dance.” There was a puppy dog like feature that encapsulated the males face now, a look he had perfected over his thirty three years on this earth without ever truly being aware he had done so. It was a look that had demolished Demi’s will in the past and countless women before that - all thanks to the radiant sapphire pools and striking good looks he had been fortunate enough to inherit. A fake pout took hold of his lips though the expression looked vaguely wrong placed against the features of what was supposed to be a blood thirsty vampire.

Dance Fever - The Pumpkin Ball || Open to Female Staff

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briellecapello‌:

    A coincidence. Was that an accurate enough word to describe the person who found their way into Piper’s office? Jared was the last person she had expected to show up on her doorstep - yet here he was by the call of her thoughts. And what was worse - scalding HOT beverages were in his hands. ‘Great. He’s probably going to dump those on me too.’ Her thoughts had her believing.

    Piper had the nose of a bloodhound when it came to coffee. She smelt the steaming mixed brews of mouth watering caffeine’s from behind closed doors, but now the aroma filled the confines of her room - not that she was complaining. Her sensitive little nose picked up on the scents of vanilla and the ever seasonal; pumpkin spice. The only question was.. What did he plan to two with FOUR steaming cups of coffees?

“Good morning.”

    She acknowledged him back, though skepticism lingered in her voice; just as her eyes lingered on him and the brews in his hands. The intern noticed how careful he was being in her presence this time - as opposed to yesterday. Perhaps she really had given the man a startle. Not that she could blame him. ‘I better just get this over and done with’ The woman begrudgingly thought to herself. Yet just as the intern turned her body towards him and parted her plump, cherry red lips to get the apology over and done with - he cut her off.     A peace offering? Was he being serious? There were no words the intern could form; which was surprising. Usually the spitfire had an answer for everything; even if she shouldn’t verbally say it out loud. But right now the woman was speechless. And what had her even more speechless;  if that were possible, was that he was apologizing to her - AGAIN! Why?! Why was this man so insistent on making sure they had a salvageable relationship when it in reality it should have been the intern mending things - not Jared.

    The intern let out a small sigh before walking over to her desk where she perched her rear on the white sturdy table. For some reason, she couldn’t cast her eyes forward to look at the individual in front of her and give him the respect of at least eye contact. Her long, wavy locks of crimson fire cascaded over her shoulder as she spoke.

“I appreciate the gesture - I really do. No one’s ever shown this kind of initiative for an apology.”

   She let slip, which may have said a little more about her character then she would have liked. In other words, no one had ever made this much of an effort towards the intern in terms of an apology - much less wanting to start over . The dragoness was much TOO scary for some people to handle; whether that be adults or teenagers. And in all honesty, Piper felt as if she would have been much better off had this man not bothered with her today with his act of kindness. It wasn’t exactly something she was used to. Not to mention having to respond to this act made her feel awkward in ways. Swallowing a forming lump in her throat, the intern felt her fingers beginning to grip the edge of her desk as she went on to speak.

“Stop apologizing to me okay - I’M the one who’s SORRY. I was having a terrible day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

    There! She said it! ‘God this is so fucked up! Just look at him will you!’ Piper scolded herself, knowing an apology didn’t mean a thing unless you gave the respected person at least the acknowledgement of eye contact. After a moment, she took a breath and forced her battling hazel orbs to look up to the kind man before her. There was in inner struggle behind those hazel eyes, but the intern was doing her hardest to keep that at bay.

                “Well I’m not just anyone.” 

The tutor chirped, a slick half smirk falling over his lips as he cautiously followed the vixen over toward her desk. How unfortunate would it be for the Jones to trip and fall, only to result in Piper wearing not one but four terribly hot liquids in spite of his actions. Jared was thankful then, that when he arrived at the foot of her desk not one single solitary drop had ejected itself from any of the cups and with one final motion he set the tray down on the mahogany, waiting for Piper to choose which of the four she would like to enjoy.

Her next set of words took the tutor slightly aback. From her tone he half expected her to start screaming at him again, chiding him for perhaps placing the coffees wrong or purchasing the wrong kind - lord only knew, Jared was no mind reader. But when the crimson haired intern instead began apologizing herself, Jared could only blink, ultra marine hues stuttered from the world as dark lashes pressed together repeatedly. He found himself shaking his head, standing now just a foot from where the vixen had perched herself. When their eyes finally met Jared smiled, an easy motion that fell over his features without even a second thought. “Apology accepted.” The raven haired male shrugged, brushing it off as if it were no big deal. Everyone had a bad day - even Jared, despite his apparently everlasting cheerfulness. He could recall many an interaction that had gone less than smoothly, all because his mind had been preoccupied with this or that.

                With the explanation out of the way the tutor reached out and twisted the coffee tray, spinning it slightly as if to remind Piper that he had come here with a gift and he would not be leaving until she accepted his peace offering. “We all have off days - now, how do you take your coffee because I honestly took a shot in the dark.” A barely audible chuckle reverberated throughout the Jones chest as he finished speaking, sapphire pools catching Piper’s lightly shaded chestnut hues as his fingertips left the tray. There was part of him that still feared the worst - that some how, some way the fates would make it so that a portion of these liquids would land on Piper’s clothing, thus thrusting them in to yet another bad bout. Truth was Jared Jones was a friendly person who mostly got along with everyone in the institute - but the term friendship was still rather foreign to him. Aside from Dana and Sebastian ( who’s relationship stemmed entirely from meeting up at the gym ) the tutor wasn’t entirely sure what it all entailed. Sure movies had explained enough, the many books he’d read out lining what the protocols were when it came to having friends - but the Jones was utterly without real world experience and as a result wanted to ensure he took all the proper steps in solidifying as many connections as he could.

Dragon’s Den. Enter if you dare! // Jared & Piper

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charlieswann‌:

“Jeez Jared. Do you think doctor Wright would like seeing a mentally ill patient walk around with a knife?” He said plunging the knife into one of the pumpkins. “I might be your second class assistant… But why isn’t Demi here to help?!”

          “What Robert doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Besides, you’re under supervision - or do you honestly want me to hand you a child proof carving knife?” The tutor smirked, a half chuckle slipping through his lips. “She said something about not wanting to get pumpkin guts under her nails - now come on, Charlie - get in the spirit!”

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The Devil’s in the Details || Demi & Jared

                She was going to be fashionably late - such was the nature of Demetria Rivers, but exactly how late the raven haired tutor was unsure. He had to be there at the crack of eight of course, if only to ensure everything was still in place from the set up earlier that afternoon, who knew what kind of tomfoolery the patients might have gotten into with no one manning the double doors. He’d said hello to his fellow colleagues, even managed to get a few dances out of the way, ensuring that his plan to have a meaningful dance with Demi would be in full effect. There were still a few other ladies he would have to convince but that would come with time.

Compliments came and went, both uttered by the Jones and received by him. There was a reason Halloween was his favourite holiday. It was in the creativity people showed, the way they put their interests on display in such an outward motion that had the tutor beaming, exposing the pinpoint fangs he’d attached to his own snow white canines. He caught a glimpse then of a twinkling flapper dress, it’s owner adorning a feathered headband as her chocolate brown locks rested against her shoulders in tight curls. This costume belonged to a woman Jared had bumped into in the halls once or twice and who had quickly captured his interest on a literary level. Amberly Jacobs was a beautiful mind, it was an utter shame about her condition though. “Ms. Buchanan.” Jared said approvingly, crimsoned sapphires taking in her attention to detail.

The brunette spun at the unfamiliar voice, her own amber hues shimmering in an attempt to get her brain to cooperate for once. “Yeah! I’m sorry, one second…” She trailed, fishing through her hand bag in an effort to find her assigned cell. Once it was within her grasp she flicked through the many faces staring back at her from the other side of the screen until she found his face. “…Jared! I’m not surprised you got it - most people think I’m just a twenty flapper girl.”

“Well I certainly appreciate your effort.” The tutor beamed, giving the girl a knowing nod as he sympathized with her issue. How the Jacobs girl continued to go about her life like the consistent memory wipe was nothing but a minor inconvenience was beyond Jared - but he admired her greatly for her stick-to-it-ivness and ability to keep her head up. “You look lovely.” He added, meaning the compliment only for what it was, a compliment and nothing more.

Still this did not quell the rose coloured hue that shaded itself over Amberly’s cheeks, forcing the girl to lift a hand and place it beneath her chin - hoping the coolness of her digits might relieve some of the heat. “Thank you - you look terrifying - but insanely hot at the same time, I bet your girlfriend loves that costume.” Amberly had no idea whom the Jones was seeing, but she had to assume he had one, how could someone who looked like him not? Not to mention the brilliance he held within those raven black locks.

The tutor smiled bashfully with the compliment toward his looks but found the gesture hiccuping slightly as the brunette mentioned a girlfriend. He hadn’t told anyone he was seeing someone, in fact he’d made certain to keep that fact inherently negative given his current situation. Even if there was a fake girl friend to cover up for the fact he was entirely wrapped up in Demi there would be more questions than it was worth and of course there would be the eventual ‘When can we meet her’ from friends and family alike. No - it was far easier to keep the people believing he was involved with no one, which was the answer he planned to give Amberly.

“Hang on - I need a picture of this too, because we all know I’m not going to remember.” The Jacobs girl joked - cutting off Jared’s explanation. An audible hitch caught in his throat just before he complied, giving the girl his best snarl when sapphire pools caught her - the vision in RED, the woman who so publicly was not his girlfriend though Jared Jones wanted nothing more than to shout her name from the heavens. There were two pictures snapped - thanks to Amberly’s hesitating thumb, one of which caught the tutor’s magnificent menacing glare - but the other had captured his wandering eyes and while the photo didn’t express who the tutor was so smitten with - the words were written all over his face.

                “Excuse me, would you Amberly?” Jared asked politely, to wit the brunette Daisy nodded, hoping she hadn’t off put him with her comment about how attractive he looked. She was only being honest. From there Jared allowed his feet to glide over the dance floor, carrying him wistfully toward the woman who had sucked all the air from his lungs and redispensed a cloud of pink heady smoke within him. EVERYTHING about Demi was perfection. From the tips of her horns to the point of her heel, Jared had a million and one things to feast his eye upon - and almost immediately after appreciating the costume for all it’s glory the tutor began to have entirely impure thoughts about tearing it off later that night. True he’d seen the outfitting it’s rawest form from within the confines of the apartment but this was an entirely new level. “Hail Satan.” The tutor chortled, crossing his burly python limbs across his chest as crimsoned ceruleans drank the beauty in. He’d paused with her at the entrance, thankfully that the music would more or less drown out their conversation - but even if someone were to over hear them, he may very well just be complimenting the Rivers girl - he had just done so with Amberly after all.

@demixrivers

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​❝ look, i carved this pumpkin all by myself, what do you think? ❞ (from Ivy)

                “That is amazing!” The tutor beamed, admiring the work of the little blonde girl. Children were always something of a soft spot for the tutor. He had none of his own that was true but that didn’t mean he didn’t absolutely want them at some point in the future, with the right woman of course. He’d be lying if he said the idea hadn’t flittered through his mind, of Demi carrying his baby within her petite frame, glowing as an expectant mother often did. Even now the idea brought a small smirk to his lips - but that was a fantasy only for the Jones’ mind - the brunette beauty didn’t need to know he was having such complex thoughts already.

                “You did that all by yourself? Im impressed!” He was also slightly shocked that the staff running the activity would have entrusted a small child with a knife capable of cutting through pumpkin flesh - and that she hadn’t sliced herself in the process. Had that been the case Jared would have been riddled incapacitated and then how would he compliment the little girls work?

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CONTINUED FROM HERE ✖ @alistairxtheripper​

                Jared pulled a face, unimpressed by Alistair’s lack of enthusiasm toward one of, if not his favourite holiday. The patients was a face he remembered, he’d had to alert security of his defiance that night back in Cancun, when he’d rescued that timid girl from within the sandy blond haired males grasp. “Alistair, I don’t mean to be rude - but is there anything you actually enjoy?” In the short time Jared had known the other male it had been nothing but snide remarks, rude comments and constant jabs at other people’s intelligence. The tutor was hard pressed to find a single positive memory of the Malone male. He couldn’t fathom the reason behind someone feeling so bitter all the time - but there was a cause and effect relationship for everything Jared supposed. How interesting it would be to have a chat with his therapist.

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❝ you want to help me set up this halloween party? ❞

                “Want to - no, have to - yes.” The tutor grinned, chuckling slightly as the committee of staff and several selected patients began to take on the task of setting up for the Pumpkin Ball. There were groups here and there, Charlie and Sebastian along with a hand full of others setting up streamers and other cut out decorations, Becca and Eden were creating an orange and black balloon arch to welcome guests inside and so on and so fourth with several other clustered beings busying themselves with their apparent important tasks. “Where do you want me, Rivers?” Jared offered, gesturing with open palms as if he were entirely unsure of where to start. That fact was entirely true, had Demi not been there to guide him Jared would simply have jumped in with one of the other groupings - more than likely Charlie and Sebastian as they were two of the souls he had connected with the most in his several months employed at Brielle.

                What the tutor had said was true, he didn’t want to help set up this dance, he wanted to be home, with DEMI, contently cuddled beneath a blanket as they snuggled to the tune of whatever movie or television show decided to occupy the screen. But appearances had to be kept up and if he plus the Rivers girl were missing from this rather important task at the same time - then surely their jig would be up.

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❝ please, never use fake blood for a halloween prank. ❞ [ seemed fitting with his costume lmao ]

              “But…I’m a VAMPIRE…that’s kind of hard to pull off without the blood.” Jared smirked, narrowing his crimsoned sapphire hues toward the psychologist. He was thankful in that moment that he’d sprung for the slightly more expensive type of fangs, it gave him less of a lisp than he might have had to deal with had he chosen the more economically friendly version. “Wouldn’t exactly call it a prank either - come on Eden it’s Halloween, loosen up a bit, yeah?”

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Dance Fever - The Pumpkin Ball || Open to Female Staff

                The Pumpkin Ball. A celebration of grandiose nature especially considering the location was an Institution - but then, schools held extravagant parties like Prom and homecoming and a school was technically an institution - why then was it so unbelievable that Brielle would extend the same courtesy to it’s patients?

It was here Jared Jones stood amidst the crowd, bodies dancing and celebrating halloween night, children, teens and adults all clambered within the same hallowed hall, their everyday clothes replaced by inspired getups and costumes; at least for those who chose to participate that was. The tutor found a smile creeping over his lips, crystal clear sapphire hues observing interactions here and there as he was on chaperone duty - just like all the other staff members. But that didn’t mean they weren’t entitled to a few dances of their own. The raven haired males goal was obvious - he wanted to dance with her, Demetria Rivers, the girl he had been growing ever more infatuated with each passing day - but that only seemed feasible if the duo could make it believable. It was this thought that had Jared hatching one of the only nefarious plans of his entire life. He would ask each and every member of the female staff to dance - to cover his tracks as it were, in an effort to downplay his eventual swirl around the dance floor with his beautiful brunette bombshell. How could the residents of Brielle be abuzz with their bodies interlocking if he’d done it with every woman who held a position of employment? While that fact wasn’t technically true of the Rivers girl she was his teaching assistant ( a fact most everyone in Brielle knew by now ) and as such he was hoping it wouldn’t seem quite so out of place for him to have asked for her hand in a dance.

The Jones himself was decked out for the holiday - Halloween serving as one of his very favourites. Aside from Comic Con what other excuse did a nerd like him have to dress up like some of his most favourite iconic characters? In years previous Jared had taken up the mantle of Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Gandalf, Frodo, Marty Mcfly and so many more. This year however the tutor had gone with a slightly more generic approach, having been on a vampire kick as of late thanks to his re-reading of Bram Stokers Dracula, Jared had been inspired to bring said creature to life - in a modern day form of course. Leather jacket bound, with fake blood smeared across his lips that of which also stained the purity of his white t-shirt, the tutor was the epitome of fright…mixed with a dash of seduction but that was simply a vampires nature. As he grinned the pinpoint fangs he’d purchased were readily exposed, simple and elegant as they were the sort in which you needed to mold to your own teeth to give off the illusion they were real - but that was silly, creatures like that didn’t exist in this world. The tutors eyes were obstructed as well, cerulean pools shimmering through crimson backdrops - the whites of his eyes shaded ruby thanks to the contacts he’d come into possession of as well.

                With his midnight locks slightly disheveled, a look that had taken far too long in the mirror with styling gel to perfect, Jared approached his next intended victim - hoping she wouldn’t out right refuse his advance and accept his offer to dance, even if it was only for a short time. In order for his plan to go off without a hitch it was ideal that all the female staffers escort him out onto the dance floor at one point or another. 

“Excuse me…” He purred, sly smile slipping across his bloodied lips. “Would you like to dance?” It was a harmless enough gesture, but how would she take it - and would she agree? Offering a hand as only a gentleman could, Jared invited his female partner to join him as a fresh song began to play.

@eden-mayer @briellecapello @toni-rowland @beccainbrielle @lolaspalmer @jordyngarcia  @taraxclarke @nursemarta @haydenfaulkners @drbeverlyc

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Halloween Ask Meme 🎃 || ​❝ it’s halloween and we are spending it by going to a haunted house. ❞

                “Well I mean, we’re working the haunted maze - so you’re not wrong.” Jared chuckled lightly, glad that the atmosphere of the maze had allowed him to keep his vampire costume intact. It was easy to jump out and scare someone, you didn’t necessarily need to be dressed as a zombie or ghoul in order to do so, something in along that vein seemed to be appropriate. With his blood splattered clothing and pin point fangs it seemed apt that Jared would be diving from dark corners, spooking any and all patients that dared venture into the garden maze that night.

                Then again the maze was only slated to be open until 11pm that night, falling in with the curfew rules of Brielle Institute - that left the staff with an entire hour to enjoy Halloween as they pleased. “Or did you mean after? Is it group thing? Did you invite Sebastian - he would love that, what about the others? I’d love to see Toni lose her shit over some fake cobwebs and a Texas Chainsaw Massacre costume.”  The tutor beamed, sapphires falling away from the fiery red head for a moment in an effort to imagine his new friend Antonia screeching as she was chased through some dark hall by a male dressed as a murderer. It was twisted sure, but wasn’t that was halloween was for?

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CONTINUED FROM HERE ✖

“Ha HA, very funny. Grab a knife Swann - make with the spooky faces.” 

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kleptovox‌:

closed starter for @brielletutor

       ❝ here, ❞ stated the girl confidently, presenting the man with her official, finished paper. 6 pages, too many words, lots of cited sources… ❝ this is my final revision. i seriously don’t think i could redo this paper another time, jared. please don’t make me. i’ll end it all- i really, REALLY will. can i write another paper on the shining now?? ❞

             A grin slipped over the tutors lips, wide and bemused as he snatched the bundle of papers from his favourite student. Tiernan had a rough personality at times that was for certain, but beyond that, within the recesses of those dirty blonde trellises lived a BRILLIANT mind and one Jared Jones intended to mentor until it blossomed into a full blown genius. Not that he had much farther to go in all honestly. The Vox girl had a wildly perceptive mind and in truth the only reason the raven haired male pushed her so hard was because he knew what greatness she was capable of.

            With her lacklustre joke the tutor smiled still, cerulean pools flashing from his student to the papers, glancing over them with more enthusiasm than a child faced with a piñata. 

“Alright fine.” He said jokingly, rolling his sapphire orbs back into his head with dramatic evocation. “But no more correlation to the film and book or analysis on what the hallucinations inside the Stanley hotel meant - I want something different, Tiernan, understood?” There was an air of authority behind Jared’s voice, but it was heavily hurried beneath a tone of comradely between he and the spunky little literate lady. “Any ideas?”  

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#BHQCOSTUMECONTEST

⇢ This halloween Jared Jones will be dressing up as a classic VAMPIRE ⇢  He will be roaming the halls in a blood soaked white tee shirt accompanied by his usual leather jacket ⇢ Blood will also be smeared across his face to give the illusion of having just come from a fresh victim ⇢ To complete the look Jared will have blood red coloured contacts in place as well as pin point fangs to bring it all together

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Jared Jones featuring Halloween Candy