Hate The Rain (open)

[Raven Armstrong]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]HATE THE RAIN—[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]-----------------------[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;] TAGGED James Valentine. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]"Great!" Raven exclaimed. Finally, someone who would be able to teach her to be a better Meister and realize her full potential. Mr. Valentine already seemed to be the coolest teacher at the Academy and she hasn't even met all of them yet. Rolling her shoulders, Raven smiled ahead now certain that her road to becoming the best Meister was already being paved. "Oh no problem. I promise I will work heard. I'm going to be one of the best Meister ever, after all." She snickered lightly at her own certainty. At his question, her eyes squinted and she looked ahead trying to gather exactly where she was compared to her home. Pursing her lips a bit as she scanned the area, Raven then nodded and looked at him before responding. She laughed lightly and stopped walking and turned on her heels, walking up a narrow pathway towards a home. It wasn't anything big or fancy, just an apartment where she and her family called home. All the way on the outskirts of Death City. "Hehe, we're here!"' Raven pulled her arms through her sleeves again and pulled her keys from her cloak to unlock the door and let it swing open. The house was very neat and everything was spotless. There was nothing on the table but a vase with some fresh tulips. As soon as they walked in, there was a small flight of stairs. At the top to the left was the living room where there was a leather sofa and a 42inch flat screen. To the right was the kitchen with a small dining table with four seats. Straight forward was a narrow hall that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. Raven didn't see either her mother or father around yet so she let out a soft sigh of relief. Maybe they fell asleep waiting up for her. She held open the door so Mr. Valentine could come in then in a hushed tone, she said "Well the lights are all on but I think my parents might be asl-" "Raven!" She was cut off completely by the angered and stern tone of her mother coming from behind her. Raven turned around and sighed, ready for the lecture of a lifetime. "Do you have any idea what time it is?! We were here worried sick that something happened to you. I nearly sent your father out looking for you. Did you even remember to get the groceries??" Sighing, Raven slowly began to tone her out. Her mother obviously didn't see her new unexpected guest. Luna Armstrong was a great mother but dense at times. How could she not notice Mr. Valentine standing there? A part of Raven hoped he would step in and save Raven from the verbal beat down from her mom. "Mom.." Raven said trying to get her mother's attention. "Your father and I work so hard to make sure you have a good education but you're always playing with that silly bow!" "Hey, mom.." "Is that why you're late? Were you busy playing with that thing again in the pouring rain!!" "Mom, seriously, I..." "You need to learn to be more responsible!" Raven sighed heavily and decided to stop trying. It wasn't any use anyway but she was starting to get tired of standing. She was standing for hours and her legs were starting to hurt. Plus she had the soaking wet cloak still on and it was everything but comfortable. Maybe her mother would get tired enough to stop, or maybe her throat would get dry.. anything at all... [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[James Valentine]

James nodded when Raven stated that they were there. Turned out his place was just around the corner, funnily enough, seems like his original dilemma was solved for him. Guess the girls would have to live without him tonight. It’s not like they would be without company though. Spirit would surely be there as he was every other night.

James was about to hand her the groceries when her mum came flying out of the house and began scolding her. James wasn’t sure whether to be laughed or to feel bad for the girl. It must have been hard with a mother like that, not that James every got on with his as well. Once her rant had finished James raised his hand slowly in an attempt to get her attention. Once he was certain he had it he began explaining the situation.

“Don’t blame her, it was my fault she was out late. I’m a tutor at the DWMA and I was helping her with a few things and we lost track of time. If anyone is to blame its me” James said sensibly and calmly. He didn’t want to provoke the situation anymore then he had considering he was about ask a favor anyway. He walked up to the mum and handed her the groceries “Also, could I have her again tomorrow, I’d like her to meet me at the Hook Cemetary at six in the morning. I need to teach her a few things and the is the perfect time to do so” he said while giving Raven a bit of a foreboding smile. He doubted she would like getting up so early, but it will be a test.

[Raven Armstrong]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]HATE THE RAIN—[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]-----------------------[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;] TAGGED James Valentine. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]Raven's mother glanced up at the unexpected guest in her home and her eyes widened slightly. She cleared her throat and stood up straight as she looked at James, accepting the groceries from him. "My apologies. I wasn't expecting company at all. I don't blame you for her lateness. She should have been keeping better track of the time anyway..." With a sigh, she shook her head and stepped to the side. Raven did the same. "Please, come in. Make yourself at home. I honestly had no idea my Raven was seeing a tutor.." As she said that, the proud mother expression was obvious. Raven rolled her eyes a bit before Mr. Valentine spoke again. Her eyes widened and she looked at him. "Six in the morning?! Are you serious?? No way!" Raven looked at her mother with a pleading expression, begging her to disagree with that time and say no. Chuckling, Luna just nodded and looked at Raven with a light grin then to Mr. Valentine. "Sounds good, she'll be there." Raven signed heavily. What could they possibly be doing that's so important that she would have to get up before six in the morning to go meet him at Hook Cemetery. Hopefully she would at least be learning something from him.. So that it'll be worth her while. But now she had to ask... "Mr. Valentine, I mean no disrespect but what reason is there for getting up that early? That's even before normal school hours..." She frowned, hoping he'd think about changing his mind and pushing it back at least. Or maybe it was some sort of test for her... Changing the subject a bit, Luna intruded with a warm smile as she walked towards the kitchen, putting the bags down. "Are you hungry? You can stay for dinner if you'd like." [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]