<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma170wW8YH1rxnmcvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Layla Ambrosine Le Blanc (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195974.msg9564486#msg9564486)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Directly Deacon, Jackson, Jason, open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Robichaux's Academy, dining room<br/><strong>When: </strong>20th of July, 10:00am<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=134011009)<br/><hr/><br/>Layla sat cleaning her nails with the straight razor as if it were perfectly natural to have such a blade on you person. Her legs stretched out before her as she waited for the rest of the rag tag misfits to show up to this practice test. Layla had been studying the craft since the moment she arrived, burying her head in the old books for hours before even beginning to acknowledge those around her. It was a small fact that some may not expect, but in truth Layla took learning the art of becoming a witch rather seriously. It wasn't something she boasted or shared very much though, after all once you did that people could end up wanting to study with you or pick your brain for facts that were too lazy to find themselves.<br/><br/>She glanced up briefly as Theo arrived and gave him a nod hello. Theo was more the used to how little Layla talked most days, so there was never any unneeded concern over the matter at least between them. The only people that were ever concerned about her seemingly quite nature were Cordiela and Deacon, and thankfully the only one that stuck around didn't seem to care so much anymore.<br/><br/>Frighteningly enough her thoughts on Deacon seemed to manifest the man himself. Layla froze still as stone as he walked in and said hello. He familiar footsteps clicking over the hardwood floors, his voice still that familiar baritone that would constantly try to get through to whatever he expected from her. When his attention finally turned to her she tensed, the blade in her hand cutting into her thumb. The cut smooth as the sharp knife cut through to her skin like butter, the pain not even registering as the shock of who had seated himself beside her set in.<br/><br/>Layla said nothing, she didn't even looked to Deacon as he said it was nice to see her. The curse words flying through her head were nearly to many to keep track of. Layla had no idea what she wanted to do more, smack him so hard he was sent back to where ever he ran to, or run to the saftey of the basement and lock him out and away from her. Either way she wanted to get away, but Layla knew doing that would not only give him some strange sense of satisfaction for affecting her, but it would also disqualified from the lesson and quiet possibly the real tests. And that was not something she would risk, not even if it meant getting away from Deacon.<br/><br/>It was then Jackson came swooping in annoyingly chipper as always as he greeted the room. Blood ran along Layla's palm and dropped onto her pants as Jackson leaned in and kissed Deacon's cheek. A slight wince coming from Layla as the blade pressed harder into thumb. Only when Jackson tossed a handkerchief on her hand did Layla blinked and pull the blade from skin, wiping the blade clean before she even thought of wrapping the now blood stained fabric tightly around her thumb. Her hands slipping to her lap and out of the few of anyone that wasn't next to her, after all Cordelia frown on making the new boys and girls all queasy over a little blood.<br/><br/>A soft glare was sent to Jackson as he moved to find a seat, the wink he sent her only infuriating her more. Layla was about to speak, more so to tell Deacon and Jackson off when the sound of singing came down the hall. The dark yet entertaining tone spilled into the room long before Jason entered, all attention slipping to him as he made a rather interesting entrance. Deacon's near demand to Jason got a mumbled remark but Jason's response got a short scoff as she enjoyed the idea of someone being an ass to Deacon at the moment.<br/><br/>Her attention shifting to the side as Jason leaned in to whisper into her ear, oddly enough she didn't pull away or curse him for getting so close. And his offer actually brought a soft smirk to her lips, and it was so tempting. All she had to do was say yes please, and someone she knew Jason would in fact kill or attempt to kill Deacon without an ounce of guilt about it. It was actually almost sweet...as strange a thought as that seemed to her, her eyes met his for a moment as she debated, but in the end figured it was a bad idea....for now.<strong><em>"Maybe later, I want to cause a little pain first."</em></strong>she whispered back and looked a bit further over her shoulder to the chair that Deacon had pulled back for Jason,<strong>"Pull up seat, you can sit next to me. I bite I promise, besides I should probably tell you what that trees been saying about you behind your back."</strong>She smiled wanting to have a bit of fun and give Deacon a silent FUCK YOU in the process. Around that time Cordelia sat up and seemed ready to lock the boarders of the room, her warning t cover their ears was easily met as Layla did just that. The new girl running in before the timer ran out, seconds ticked away and Layla figured that Theo's stalker wasn't going to make an appearance, a small fact she have to ask Theo about. After all if he was fucking the boy so hard he couldn't get up in the morning someone should know...so they could laugh.<br/>