blood on my hands

Lana Stewart, blood bender, better than you.

[pl0wingint0thefield0fl0ve]

[hybrid-tessa]

[lanaxstewart]

rebecca-tyler:

"Actually, I don’t think that keeping him is going to be a problem at all. Do you?"

"Cats are disgusting and unsanitary. And their hair makes me itch. If you keep that thing we're going to have a pretty big problem."

[lanaxstewart]

samuelskerr:

"Right, my little chickadees, some of you have been very naughty indeed. There are at least twelve of you who’ve not been for a proper checking up in the last three years."

"I'm perfectly healthy so I'm not sure exactly why I would need a check up. I've come to find that the nursing staff around here are far less capable than I'm used to anyway. Also chickadee is the dumbest pet name I've ever heard."

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[lanaxstewart]

sweet-selena-odonoghue:

"Um.." Selena knew who Lana was and was immediately terrified. She quickly ate the marshmallows, trying not to choke. "I wanted to see how many marshmallows I could fit in my mouth? It was partially a dare. See, I have like the tiniest mouth.. so.. yeah.." She trailed off, wishing she could fade into the background.

Selena's reaction at the sight of Lana actually made the tiniest of smirks quirk up the corners of her mouth. She liked it when people were like this around her; frightened, nervous, antsy. "Pretty stupid dare. You could choke and die. That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

[lanaxstewart]

bloody-six:

"No you don’t need to be a ray of sunshine, but you do at least need to not be a bitch. It’s very unfortunate for you that people only wanted to be your friend because you have money or because you’d make their life hell if they weren’t your friends. In my opinion those aren’t friends, those are sheep. I’ve always had money and I could also make people’s lives hell, but I’d rather have friends because I’m nice to people. And so far it’s seemed to work for me."

"Says who? Some people like bitches." Lana rolled her eyes, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "Sheep, friends, what's the difference? They both smile at you and tell you what you want to hear. Friends are worse, you have to put effort in with them. Being nice doesn't have a point to it either, it's too boring and there's no fun. Nice is predictable."

[lanaxstewart]

bloody-six:

"Well aren’t you just a fucking ray of sunshine. Críost, you must have so many people just clambering over each other to be your friend..”

"In my experience you don't need to be a ray of sunshine to have people clambering over each other to be your friend. At my old school everyone wanted to be my friend. You know why? Because I had money, for one, and because if they weren't there was a higher chance I'd make their life a living hell. People don't look for nice people to be friends with."

[lanaxstewart]

felixdoug:

"Fuckin’ liar." Felix wiped his nose. "And I ain’t even doin’ anythin, I’m just lyin’ here on the sofa. Piss off unless you want somethin’, yeah?"

"You're breathing, aren't you? Pretty annoying, if you ask me." Lana sat in a chair across from the sofa, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other. "I was here first. Which just reinforces my theory that you're following me around, really."

[lanaxstewart]

bloody-six:

"A lot of people don’t need compliments, but it’s nice to hear them. And you’re welcome.”

"A lot of people don't deserve compliments. I couldn't think of anyone off the top of my head, actually."

[lanaxstewart]

"Look, it's not my fault you got three nosebleeds in a row -- maybe you should just stop being incredibly fucking irritating."

[lanaxstewart]

bloody-six:

"Those jeans make your ass look amazing."

"I didn't need you to tell me that, but thanks."

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[lanaxstewart]

sweet-selena-odonoghue:

"...What are you doing?"

[lanaxstewart]

cocky-connor-odonoghue:

Was that.. disappointment that flashed across Connor’s face? He pushed himself off the piano and walked to the bench. “Suit yerself, lass. Don’t make threats ye don’t intend ta keep.” He shrugged as he lifted the hood covering the piano keys. “Nothin’s too heavy fer a Saturday. It’s the day fer lettin’ loose.” He closed his eyes and set his fingers on the key, taking a deep breath before playing. The tune was slow and mournful, the only kind of music Connor knew how to compose.

"I never said I wouldn't, I just said not now." Her arms folded tightly across her chest as she watched him move towards the piano; of course it would be far too simple for him to just sit and not play anything for twenty minutes. As his fingers began to move across the keys she really did roll her eyes, even though it was an action she disliked. The tune sounded dramatic, sad, and not even the interesting kind. "I didn't realise we were at a funeral."

[lanaxstewart]

felixdoug:

The quote was lost on him, and that was evident in the face he was giving her. She said so many things that just made him go “you what?" all of the time, but not caring enough to question why she’d started talking about cats, he just folded his arms and shook his head. "You’re a fuckin’ weird cunt, and always appearin’ around me, like, hop off it," he said, brows raising into his hairline as if for emphasis. His eyes travelled elsewhere as she thought about her answer, and only returned when she spoke up. "Got them moving, but I bet it got you goin, if you know what I mean. Bet you took one look at the blood comin’ out of their noses and had to go back to your dorm room to change your panties.” 

"I'm always appearing around you? I think it's more the other way around. Last time we spoke you started following me because you had nothing better to do. I'm pretty sure you're starting to get obsessed with me." She refrained from rolling her eyes after she spoke though her eyebrows did rise and fall as she folded her arms. For a brief moment she recalled persuading the other students to help her with power training; it would be lying to say she hadn't liked hurting them, and the smallest of smiles crossed her face. "If that were true I'd never get anything done, would I? But if you want to test your theory out I'd still like to find a way to get past all that silver."

[lanaxstewart]

dag-s:

Historical reference was lost on her, so the small jibe was mistaken for agreement; she was proud of her own development where the language was concerned, regardless of how often she still felt embarrassed over a blunder or two. “This is good. Not many here know second language, so Dagny thanks Lana for what she has just said.” Dagny repeated, and decidedly sunk into the chair a little more, as if incredibly chill. She’d stopped fiddling with her belly button, and had now taken to drooping her long limbs off either side of the seat, her eyes cast up towards the ceiling, a complacent enough smile just about gracing her features. When Lana spoke of weakness, Dagny’s brows twitched as if to pull together, quizzical, for she was trying to understand the motive behind it. Either way, Dagny didn’t rise to the challenge. She was plenty confident enough in her own abilities so as not to be affected by someone’s own opinions. “This is because Dagny is not weak.” The blonde shrugged, and looked then at the other girl, “but why is this saying for weak people, exactly?”

Lana realised rather quickly that any comments about the way Dagny spoke that weren't directly said with malice weren't going to affect her in any way; she thought the German stupid for that very reason, but she wouldn't say so. Instead she eyed her as she leaned back in her seat and stared up at the ceiling. In truth Lana would have liked to test her abilities on Dagny -- not in any kind of fight or pitting their powers against each other, but using her as some kind of practice dummy. It would be handy to see if muscle and height affected how well she was able to control the blood in someone's body. She was fairly confident, however, that the German would not agree to that suggestion even if she threatened her. "It's for weak people because only weak people want to hear nice things all the time. Hearing bad things makes you stronger. If you only want to hear nice things then you don't want to get stronger, you want to stay weak."

[lanaxstewart]

elinor-macey:

Elinor heard the girl shout yhe violent threat out to another on the corridor. Sighing, she straightened down her jacket and approached her. “Now, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

Lana stared at the woman as she approached, the tiniest of frowns on her face. At her words she shrugged lightly as if to ask what relevance her statement had to the situation. "Good for you. Keep wishing like that and you might not end up in hell."

[teammizuhara]