Pretty Handsome Awkward
Hello. I'm Gerard Withinghall. I teach history at Darkwood Creek, and occasionally art. I'm also a vampire. ((RP blog))

darkwoodcastiel:

[It appears Dean deactivated and I am sad. sigh]

Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ve been so busy because it’s that time of year. As soon as things settle down, I’m going to revamp the RP. So please stick around. It’s just I’m busy at work, C is busy at work. And everyone has school. But I’m not going to give up on this RP. I’ve put too much work into it. C and I aren’t going anywhere. Just give us some time to get shit up ad running again.


This is what it’s like when worlds collide. || Elias & Gerard

hunting-gaslights:

"Well, I guess if we’re going to talk like civilized folk, we should at least be able to see each other, hm? I didn’t bother with the light switch…so that’s your job, my friend." He chuckled softly to himself. In a way, it was to see how courageous this young vampire was, to see if he could bring himself to step further into the room. Spider and the Fly. He felt his hands tense up at his sides, pins and needles running down his spine. It was the thrill of the hunt, even though he wasn’t really here to hunt..at all. "A History teacher, hm? So do you just teach the good parts of History, or do you go further? Find the gritty bits and tell them to the students? Give them something to talk about, make them intellectually sound individuals?" His voice was deep, authoritative, seductive. It was the kind of voice that let somebody know where they stood, and right now..it was mocking. He didn’t expect a straight answer from the vampire, because he was sure some things in history were a bit too violent for the students to here.

"I could say it’s nice to meet you Mr. Withinghall, but honestly you interrupted a perfectly soothing moment." He listened to what the vampire said about being free to remain, and raised an eyebrow. This supernatural creature that should’ve been fighting him to get the fuck out was telling him it was okay for him to stay as long as he didn’t hurt anybody. Considering the fact that he usually went after the big hits, he was almost certain that there wasn’t anybody here worth killing anyway, at least…not right now. "..Alright then. For now you have my word that I won’t hurt anyone…just make sure that they know that if they attack, I will be forced to retaliate." 

Gerard shook his head. “Although I may find myself a constant disappointment of my sire, I’m not that much of a fool.” He stayed at the opening of the great hall. Walking further into the room, whether they were going to be friendly or not, could be signing his own death sentence. “I of course, teach the history that needs to be learned. Whether it is something that needs to be hidden or not. Our history isn’t nearly as romantic as the world believes. It’s bloody and not fair.”

As soon as he heard the man’s tone at the offer that he gave, Gerard regretted it immediately. He was positive Augustus wasn’t going to like this one bit. Neither were the students that remained.  “Why do you even want to stay? There is nothing here that’s worth a hunt for you.”


This is what it’s like when worlds collide. || Elias & Gerard

hunting-gaslights:

Joke was on the vampire..at least, he was pretty sure the man was a vampire now. The paleness of his skin almost gave it away instantly, if not for the fact that he could see a slight aura around the smaller man now that he had moved a couple of steps closer. He did, in fact, wander in here just for the hell of it. He wandered in here because what the fuck else was he going to do with everyone already gone? He smirked, mostly to himself and let his hand hover by his gun. 

Elias had waited a long time to find even one other soul that he could interact with..even if it was in a violent manner. Sharing the woods with one other person tended to get pretty old when most of the monsters were already gone, or ones they invented in their heads when they laid down to sleep at night. “Oh. You want a name? Alright then, I guess I could give you that. It’s Elias Ryder, and I’m here because the door wasn’t locked and it’s fucking cold outside. Obviously I can’t cause too much trouble if there are only what? Three people here?” His eyes shifted around the room. “I guess I could systematically kill each one of you while you’re sleeping, but then I’d get bored. I think keeping you guys alive would be much more fun, much more..beneficial to me.” His lips turned up into a small, almost sheepish smile as he continued. “So I guess if you’re going to demand introductions, I should ask your name too, vampire, that is, if that’s what you are.”

Even being a vampire, Gerard couldn’t see him thoroughly. At least not as comfortable as he would like to, and he was sure this man had plenty more weapons on him than he could already see. For a moment, Gerard mused on how he was sure Matt would be disappointed in him right now. Thinking of ways of how to get out of the situation without any blood rather than just thinking of ways to kill him and make sure he didn’t have any friends that would come looking for him. But he didn’t like blood. And he never would. But he wasn’t the only one here. He and Augustus took it upon themselves to protect those that stayed behind. They were the only ones left that cared about the young supers that everyone seemed to forget about.

"It’s nice to meet you….Mr Ryder." Gerard spoke easily. Perhaps if he seemed less than dangerous this hunter would leave them alone. "My name is Gerard. Gerard Withinghall. And up until recently I was the History teacher here. Other than my companion and myself, all that is left are children. Supers like me of course, but children none the less. We pose you no threat and mean no harm to anyone. This is a sanctuary for people like us. You are free to remain, as long as you pose no threat to anyone else within."


This is what it’s like when worlds collide. || Elias & Gerard

hunting-gaslights:

He had lost himself, blissfully, in the lyrics of the song. Entirely relate-able, and chilling. Each apocalyptic word seemed to bounce back at him and echo in the high-ceilinged chamber. Cataclysmic, urgent. His heart thrummed so loudly he would’ve swore it was the underlying drumbeat, and perhaps it was. It was good to be alone with his thoughts, and with his music. In the woods, sometimes it was difficult to decide when would be the appropriate thing to do things such as this, considering a hunter’s life expectancy was so very short with what had been going down all over the world. He secretly hoped it would stop, but Elias wasn’t one to simply give up. Even he knew the Supernaturals were winning this war. Luckily enough, he and Alex were a bit frightening themselves, both in power and in skill. 

Perhaps being lost in his music was the reason that he didn’t notice the door opening, or the footsteps of the creature that had come to occupy the same large space as him. At least, not at first. As he let the song fade into the room, he opened his eyes to the darkness, and saw the silhouette of the figure there at the door. Considering the only lights he had were a few candles that littered the stairway that he had found on tabletops, all of this was more than a bit startling to even this seasoned hunter. His eyes narrowed a moment, trying to get a better view of the slight figure of the man that had opened his mouth in question as to who he was. His hand twitched at his side, and an eerie glow encompassed it. If the man got any closer, he’d find out just how terrible of an idea it was to interrupt him. 

He should’ve known the school wasn’t entirely deserted, that it was too good to be true. But even the Headmaster had gone..he’d seen her leave at least a week ago..leaving her school behind her with poise and grace. He couldn’t get to either of his weapons in time, so he guessed a blast of Holy would be just the thing. But..he might as well humor the tiny supernatural creature (vampire?) in front of him. He smirked, mostly to himself and slowly set his guitar to the side, clearing his throat in the expecting, tense silence. “Well I’m obviously not Batman because I’m not tall enough, and I’m far too blonde. While we’re at it, we can also deduce that I am not a vampire because I’m not pale enough. I’m not an angel because fuck that goody-two-shoes bullshit. I just came to this abandoned place because it’s fucking cold as shit outside. Also, because I just felt like seeing what it looked like again. I didn’t expect to run into somebody else…so I think the question is…..who are you?” He grinned and stood to his feet. There. Now his weapons would be easier to get to…

But if this creature was a Vampire like he thought he was, the Holy blast should do him in in a matter of seconds.

Gerard knew he was in trouble the moment the man looked up at him. Whether he knew this place was truly abandoned or not didn’t matter. Now it was perfectly clear that it wasn’t. And he didn’t wander in here for just the hell of it. Humans didn’t just wander around the school grounds. They didn’t even know that this place existed. The only ones that did, were hunters. And he’s always known that they were around. Part of him had been hoping that the school being abandoned, they would leave. There was nothing here to hunt anymore. Not really.

But apparently, there was still at least one around. Gerard shook his head. “I didn’t ask what you are. I asked who you were. It’s very clear what you are. But I also wonder why you’re here.” He doesn’t get any closer, and stays where he’s at in the doorway. “As you can see, there is no one here that causes any real danger. The few of us that remain have nowhere else to go.”


This is what it’s like when worlds collide. || Elias & Gerard

hunting-gaslights:

The school screamed solitude to the heavens, each corridor dark and foreboding, posters from previous events torn from the walls to litter the hallways, candelabras long since extinguished to save on electricity. It was darkness and shadows and lovely, lovely silence. Silence that poked and prodded in even what once was the liveliest of places. It was a perfect time to sneak in and explore, get a layout of the grounds, and even, perhaps relax where it was at least somewhat warmer. With fall rearing its lovely head, creating leaves that looked like so many paint spatters, the temperature had dropped, leaving goosebumps on his tattooed arms and water-vapor breath in between drags of his cigarette. On his way to the front door, Elias had recoiled further into his black hoodie and hoped that his shivering would stop. Thankfully, somebody had the sense enough to leave the heat on while all of the students had disappeared with their suitcases, with or without their parents. 

He came to the cafeteria and opened the door, eyes shifting this way and that around the grand hall. Nope. Nobody here. He took a few steps in and let the door close behind him…the sound of it shutting being the only thing to break the otherwise deathly silence. He took a drag of his cigarette, the sight of the embers burning blinding him for a brief moment. The moonlight lit his path between two large tables and towards the front where he expected the faculty would sit, and that was where he decided to rest…not in one of the chairs, but down on one of the steps. He took the hood down from his face and reached into his pocket for another cigarette, extinguishing the other on the step. Nobody was here, right? 

Nonetheless, he was as prepared as he could get. His weapons hung comfortingly at his sides. A gun, and a stake. Everything else he would have to deal with using..other methods, but for now, Elias didn’t sense that he was in any danger at all. The guitar he had strapped over his shoulders was brought out of its case, and he began to play and sing into the empty hall, his voice the only thing echoing off of the walls. “London Calling” by The Clash. Why? To be only slightly ironic, of course.

Parents had enough after everything that happened. First the virus and then the tragedy at the circus. Not to mention all the rumors running around. The parents had enough. And apparently so had the Council. So the students and the teachers cleared out. Even the Headmaster abandoned ship. Honestly, Gerard thought she just lost hope. She wanted so much for this school to be a success. Just like he did. Which is why he stayed. Someone had to. Because he wasn’t the only one that had nowhere else to go. This had been his home since it opened. And this old castle had always been more than a school. It was a sanctuary. And someone had to keep those that still remained safe. Even if it was just him and Augustus.

The students that did stay were very few. Within the first few days he had them all move into the dorms at Callidus House. It was more dangerous being all spread out. Just in case something did decide to come calling at their door. But this place was more than just a school, and a building. This place had a little magic of it’s own. Something told him that it knew what was a potential friend and a potential foe. He trusted this place to protect them. As long as they were good to it.

Without the librarian, the library had gotten into a little disarray. He spent much of his time in the recent weeks trying to get it back together. Although it was no longer in session and technically abandoned, this was still a school. And there was still a vast knowledge in that room waiting to be discovered. Upon finishing his work for the day, Gerard left the library and headed back to Callidus tower. He froze when a chill ran up his spine Was that music? Wandering down the hall a little further, he recognized the sound of a guitar. Pushing the door to the great hall open, there he was. A man he’d never seen before, a guitar in his lap. The first thing that Gerard noticed was this man was in fact…a man. A human. Which could clearly only mean one thing. A hunter. “Who are you?”


The school is a ghost town.

the-vampire-m:

gerardthevampire:

the-vampire-m:

Yeah. I doubt it, too. 

Except for you. *Pokes his arm and grins*

*crosses his arms* And why do you think I care that you’re here?

If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have asked what I was doing here to begin with.

I just…expected you to be gone. Like almost everyone else.


The school is a ghost town.

the-vampire-m:

Yeah. I doubt it, too. 

Except for you. *Pokes his arm and grins*

*crosses his arms* And why do you think I care that you’re here?


The school is a ghost town.

the-vampire-m:

gerardthevampire:

the-vampire-m:

True, true. 

The whole place is fucking dark. Wow.

I’ve never seen it this…well, dead.

There are still a few of us here. Many of the students went home. They didn’t feel safe here anymore. But those that had nowhere else to go…they are still here.

I’ll be sure to keep my voice down, then. *Smirk*

*rolls his eyes* I honestly don’t think anyone is going to give a shit that you’re here.


The school is a ghost town.

the-vampire-m:

True, true. 

The whole place is fucking dark. Wow.

I’ve never seen it this…well, dead.

There are still a few of us here. Many of the students went home. They didn’t feel safe here anymore. But those that had nowhere else to go…they are still here.


The school is a ghost town.

the-vampire-m:

Obviously taking over the school because fuck it. 

And, it doesn’t look like there’s anybody left anyway.

What are YOU doing here?

….I live here. Someone has to keep this place open. If nothing else for the sanctuary that it is.