don't catch me

Arista Flynn, 19 years of age and I live in Le'Beau house. One of the few hybrids here.

[lawrence-johnsen]

"Not always. Only when I’m dealing with snarky little bitches like you.”

[hybridarista]

"Don't think you aren't the first person to call me a snarky little bitch, sweetheart."

[onexye-blog]

"I apologize? But we have never met before so….”

[hybridarista]

Thank god for that.

[hybridarista]

"I'm sorry, not really but      are you always this annoying?"

[hybridarista]

Arista formed a thin line with her lips; clearly unimpressed with her new form. Wraith. Ghost      whatever; she was pissed. "You're kidding me, right? I'm a wraith. A fucking wraith." She stood there in unease, her transparent form in mid float. There was an air about her      dangerous and yet indecisive, she wasn't sure what to do. "I'm a      wraith."

[damondisampastdev]

"What? You know this is a public corridor, right?"

[hybridarista]

You know I don't care, right? Get the fuck away.

[hybridarista]

Get out. Just      get the fuck out.

[lawrence-johnsen]

"My God, this place isn’t a total shithole!”

[hybridarista]

Just wait, lower your expectations a little. You won't feel as depressed then.

[hybridarista]

Arista Flynn; I don't feel much of anything anymore - Internal feelings.

[jordan-fucking-curtis]

Don’t.. Don’t give me that look. If you freak out, you’re going to make me freak out.

[hybridarista]

I'm not      I'm not freaking out. 

[jordan-fucking-curtis]

"Why… the hell… I’m sorry. I’m just confused.. How..?”

[hybridarista]

[hybridarista]

Arista Flynn + Benji Rothwell. 

[witty-ethan]

You say the dumbest shit every single fucking day, you know that?

[hybridarista]

Only so simple people like you understand what I'm saying, Ethan.

[hybridarista]

If I made as much noise as birds do in the morning, surely I'd be arrested.

[hybridarista]

Arista Flynn moodboard.

[witty-ethan]

I’m personally not one for beaches.. but I’ll deal for once.

[hybridarista]

I hate the sun.

[fangedvoracity-deactivated20141]

"But how? Like, what goes into creating one of you? Were you a werewolf who got fed vamp blood? A vamp who survived a werewolf bite?" He shifted his jaw from side to side, mouth opening again to state how hybrids technically were abominations—in the technical sense—but luckily thinking better of it before the words could escape him and ruin their session of twenty questions. “What happened to make someone as strong as you want to live bound by the rules of a preparatory school?” A school Jude was beginning to develop a slow-burning dislike toward, despite its amenities and safety measures. Maybe it said something that the idea of facing off against the four-hundred year old vampire that had turned him was slowly becoming a more and more appealing idea the more his freedom was compromised. He was a vampire, for fuck’s sake—not human, so why was it that everyone was made to play malleable, well-behaved young adult human or get their shit served to them on a silver platter?

[hybridarista]

"Me personally? I was born a hybrid, coming from a long line of hybrids. In all honesty, I'm not sure how we were created, there are theories running around everywhere. Just know that one day we never existed, the next we were here." Arista stated with a shrug, slowing down her walking speed to dawdle alongside the new guy. With the next question, she looked away from him and down at the ground. "It was a personal decision, one with recent events happening, I regret making." At first, the idea of coming to St. Deveraux was exciting, almost thrilling. But in most senses, she had been naive, only wanting to surround herself by people her age instead of staying cooped up in her house. After the attack, Arista found herself resenting herself and others around her, often unable to walk in certain classrooms or simply being touched, whether it be a hand on her arm or a hug, without freaking out. 

[fangedvoracity-deactivated20141]

"So, how are you two types of wicked scary and unreal at the same time? I thought that was just, you know, kind of impossible. Vampires and werewolves having this really overwhelming urge to kill one another and all. How are you what you are?” Curiosity had sprung, sinking one dastardly tooth after another into the brunet and propelling him after the redhead. His tone was casual and inquisitive, not wanting to offend her outright as he inquired after why she smelled like some forbidden mix of blood-sucking cadaver and moon-groveling canine. It wasn’t often he initiated conversation with any of his peers, being one to prefer the company of paint and film, but the need to know had become a bit much to ignore as she zipped past him in the same direction he was intended for.

[hybridarista]

Arista rolled her eyes at the plethora of questions, intended to carry on walking and forgetting him, but he was so... Persistent. Besides, she was already late for work, so why not be a little extra late? As she carried on walking, her lips were pursed in thought, unable to form the words to explain it. What she was. "Well it's... It isn't like there is half of me split way down on the middle, or that I'm constantly at war with myself," Arista began, still at a loss for words. "Vampires and werewolves hate each other, despise each other. Hybrids are... It isn't like we are strictly half and half, so one half of my face is terribly cold while the other warm, or one eye turns yellow and the other doesn't. Or that my heart doesn't beat but blood still rushes through it. Hybrids were created, even though we're considered the strongest un-dead creatures to ever have existed, some call us abominations. Does that answer your question?"