As the man approached her, Taylor drew her knife, preparing herself for a little battle. Two on one wasn't fair, but she was confident in her abilities. However, as the man grabbed her face, calling her adorable, she was completely taken off guard. It might be a mistake, to let her guard down, as she knew never to judge a book by it's cover. But... how could she possibly take them serious when he was acting like... a child. As he grasped her chest, Taylor felt her temper raise. She hated being touched. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The girl snapped, a terrible sound echoing throughout the area as she slapped the man across the face. Taking a step back, she ran her fingers through her hair, eyeing the pair in disbelief. "If you dare lay a hand on me again, friend, I won't hesitate to cut it off. Now, enough is enough. I demand some answers! Who are you people, and what do you mean by test subject? I test subject for what?" Her eyes were focused on the man, because despite his demeanor, she knew he was in charge.
Brooklyn rolled her eyes at his comment about a kitten being better protection. She knew very well that when it came to it, she could be pretty tough. After all, David - her ex - had been roughly the same size as Kyrian, only slightly shorter, and she'd broken his nose. Of course, she had to smile a little at the memory. Yeah, it hurt to think about him, even now, but knowing that she'd messed up his pretty little face - for a little while anyway - made her very happy. She still saw him around school sometimes, and he definitely wasn't as attractive as he used to be... his reputation had kind of gone down the drain after the whole school found out about what he did to Brooklyn. Shaking her head, she banished the thought. This was no time to be thinking about David.
At his comment about a shark eating her, Brooklyn gasped - over dramatically - and looked hurt. "How rude!" She scoffed. "Is that all the thanks I get for saving you from those big bad fishy head's? Tsk tsk." Sticking her tongue out at him, she smirked a little. They teased each other a lot. Surprisingly, they were both fairly light hearted, and they'd never really crossed any lines with each other. Even though they could be quite... harsh. Meh, it was all in good fun. If she knew that her teasing really bothered him, she'd stop, and she felt he'd do the same. "And if a shark does eat me, I certainly hope he goes back for you." She said over her shoulder.
Once the fish heads were all gone, she washed her hands, scowling slightly at the smell that still lingered slightly. The hand soap smelled like vanilla, and she smiled thankfully as it masked the smell of fish. Towel drying her hands, Brooklyn jumped slightly, feeling Kyrian's body press against hers. What was with him and coming up behind her today? When he first started doing that, coming up and pressed his body against hers, Brooklyn would blush like crazy and half a half hearted panic attack. She could feel the warm of his chest already through her thin shirt. It was nice - she was usually cold -. As his lips lowered next to her ear, Brooklyn blushed ever so slightly, before rolling her eyes. "You're such a dork, Kyrian." She giggled as he pulled away. "All I have to do is flaunt my new bikini, and you'd follow me to the depths of hell and back." Another little giggle bubbled past her lips as she moved to grab her bags.
"Speaking of new bikini's, I'm going to go change now, and I might as well claim my room too. No peeping now." Brooklyn called over her shoulder as she went upstairs. She took the last room - she'd counted four including this one - in the hall, on the right. One wall was practically all window again, and offered a wonderful view of the ocean. "Incredible..." She murmured as she set her bags on the bed and changed her clothes.
It only took her five minutes to get ready. She now wore her new bikini - black bottoms and a checkered top -, a stripped top over top, and some jeans shorts, she she didn't feel like she was walking around completely naked. She also had a bag with flip flops, sunscreen, and towels, which she set by the door. "Kyrian?" Brooklyn called out, wondering if he was coming with her now, or if he wanted to do something else. Either way, she was hot as hell, and could really use a swim.
... the man pressed in closer to her. The sent of alcohol was thick on his breath, and his eyes shimmered ever so slightly. Scared, the young girl couldn't force herself to scream, or run, or do much else than cower against the wall, crying. Finally, she felt the press of his body against hers, and felt his hands drifting under her shirt. His mouth found hers in the dim-lit room, and the taste made her sick. Her weak attempts at fighting him seemed only to amuse the stranger, a laugh rumbling in the back of his throat as she pushed at his shoulders. The girl didn't know what was worse... the fact that this was happening... or the fact that she wanted it to happen... giving in to her wants, she shifted against the wall, looked into the mans eyes and whispered. "Take me..."
Sitting up in her bed, Elizabeth felt a scream caught in her throat. Her hair was a mess, sweat causing it to stick to her neck, and her face. Goosebumps raised on her arms as she sat there, silently panicking in the dark. Although it was a dream she had experienced many times for the past three years, it was still just as terrifying. "Jesus Christ... it was just a dream, calm down..." She growled to herself, her voice sounding strained. Emerald eyes darted about the small dorm room, finally setting on the alarm clock on the dresser. 9:48am. It was almost ten by the time she was calm enough to release her grip on her bed sheets. Throwing off the blanket, Elizabeth padded into the washroom. She didn't want to be a sweaty mess for when her new roommate showed up... whenever that would be. She didn't know a whole lot about him... just that he was new, and since her last roommate dropped out, she was either supposed to move into a single dorm, or get a new roommate. Since the single dorms were on the other side of campus, away from most of her classes, she figured getting a new roommate wouldn't be too bad...
In the bathroom, the eighteen year old pulled off her sleep clothes, throwing them in the hamper. Glancing at the mirror, she frowned faintly. She was tall, standing about 5'8, and thin. But not too the point where she looked sickly. Her hair was a deep, rich red-brown color, with a natural curl to it. Her skin was pale, and flawless... for the most part. But on her stomach were five distinct scars. It looked as if someone had drawn their nails down the plains of her stomach. Which was exactly what had happened. Lightly fingering the marks, she flinched, repressing the memories. It was no use bringing up the past. So instead of dwelling, Elizabeth turned to the shower, exhaling quietly. Turning the water on, she lingered in the small bathroom, waiting for it to get warm. She didn't know why, but she was nervous about having a new roommate. "Hope he's cute at least..." She laughed to herself as she stepped into the shower.
Letting the water wash away the sweat from her nightmare, Elizabeth leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. Her mind swam with images of that night, three years ago. Just after her fifteenth birthday... the smells, the tastes, the sounds, the feelings... she remembered it all, as clear as day. Her stomach turned as she slid to the ground, emotions over whelming her, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Half an hour later, the redhead stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel firmly around her torso. Moving out into the main room, she glanced at the door, before going to her closet. She was sure she had enough time to get dressed before her new roommate would show up. Pulling out a white shirt, reading 'True Love', she tossed it onto the bed, before grabbing a pair of blue jeans to throw on as well. Grabbing a pair of panties and a bra, she dropped her towel and pulled them on, before hurrying to finish getting dressed. Picking up her towel, she gave her hair a quick towel dry on the way to the bathroom to do her make-up. Within ten minutes, she was ready, her eyes done up in white, grey, and a bit of black make-up.
Once in the main room again, Elizabeth sighed. She had no classes today, so she really had nothing to do. Perhaps she could run into town for a little while... do a bit of shopping. Knowing her, she'd also hit the pool at some point. She loved swimming. Turning to her bed, she set to making it while she waited the arrival of her new roommate. No sooner than she'd picked up her pillow from the floor, did the door open to reveal just that person. Looking up at him, the girl stared a moment, before stuttering out the only thing that came to mind. "Oh... hi..." Standing there for a moment, she glanced around, before asking "You're my new roommate?" Well... at least he was cute.
Eli, as always, nibbled on her bottom lip. At was a nervous habit she'd picked up... well, she didn't recall when it had started. She'd always been like that. Her long, red-brown curls were pulled up into a messy ponytail on top of her head, her thin glasses falling down her nose. In all honesty, she only needed those when she was reading, or drawing, or something of the like. But she lost the case a few months ago, and didn't want to shove them in her bag to get broken. That would be hell. Two months without being able to read, or draw, or put her creativety to work some how. Along with being quite shy, Eli surely had her moments of being nerdy. Her brother often teased her about that, always saying she'd be the biggest nerd in town, if she hadn't been so 'down right adorable.' Already, as she made her way up to the cabin, she felt home sick...
"This was a bad idea..." Eli murmured to herself. Hearing the familiar sound of a motorcyle, she paused, glancing over her shoulder as a third person pulled up. As the boy removed his helmet, Eli felt her cheeks burn slightly. 'Well... he's cute.' She thought, glancing away hurriedly. "Looks like it..." She replied softly to his question, glancing up at the house once more. She wasn't sure if there was anyone else inside, or maybe already out exploring the woods around them. So far, it was just the three of them. Eleven more to go. And although Eli didn't really get along with her own sex, she was hoping at least one other girl would show up. Guys made her nervous... among other things.
Thankfully, another two girls, appearing as bubbly as they come, came along up the path. Eli smiled lightly as one of them dropped her things, wondering if they would get along. Doubted. Glancing at the other girl, and the kitten, she sighed quietly. This would be a long summer... no offense to any of these people, but she didn't think she'd get along very well with any of them. "Uhm... I'm Elizabeth..." Eli spoke up once more, shifting on her feet hesitantly as she glanced between the small group.