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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 1:58 am
 KI: 350 l 350 ham►ham LOCATION: From the Docks to the Cellar ham►ham THEME: Change Your Mind
The dock man mutters something under his breath as the boat settled into the harbor. A salty miasma wafts over the young woman, a wave of thick heat washes over and she's dizzy, her petite form riddled with fresh dew of elation and jitters. Juliette descended the plank that acted as an anchor from sea to land, ankle Chanel boots clunk against the wood, whipping up the sand and grit, the dusky-grey and ochre-red and bleached-white dirt that settled on the island. Ivory fingers dance along the ruffle of her summery dress, smoothing it down against the wind. It was softest hue of coral, a peachy-pink V-neck with spaghetti straps; finely embroidered details across front in simple filigree flowers of the same color as the dress itself. A curl of her golden hair sits on her bare shoulder, her hair shining as the evening sun crowns it. The end of each strand is thick and perfect as if newly cut.
She tugs a thin, acid-washed, blue jean jacket in tight around her ribs before strapping the guitar to her back in a long diagonal stretch of brown leather. The boat man hands her off the many cases and bags that accompanied her, most were easily stacked so that the hands could all be gripped in the same motion. By the time Juliette had obtained all of her belongings, the ship left the dock and she was alone at shore.
It is quiet except for the sound of cicadas in the background. With a large inhale, she gathers herself and things and starts down the path. An old stickered trunk rolls in her wake, three bags sitting on its top and angled so that they would remain balanced. Her left hand pulled a suitcase filled to the brim with clothes and essentials. On top of it was a small case decorated in gold L's and V's.
Juliette began to hum loudly, and perfectly in tune, as she continued to walk and wander along the path, though the dying light was making it harder to keep on the trail until eventually it was gone all together. Around her were blossoming moon flowers and green ferns, lightning bugs dancing to and fro, and her heated breaths of defiance. There was a struggle, her bags and trunk catching on a root or some thicket, or the giving earth too mushy under heels which caused her to stumble, luckily she didn't break an ankle.
Ludus, she thinks, as she walks around a large tree. It's weird. It's not at all what she expected after days of hotels and sailing. Or maybe she should have expected it, realized that it is an academy on an island. It's a college town, from what she was told, a centre area of a little bohemian ghetto for the intellectual fighters, bars and shops, but mostly establishments built for training instead of leisure.
She turns and comes upon a boulder close to the size of herself, circling the rock like she's playing a childhood game again, her brother's voice laughing at her. You're getting colder. Warmer now. They used to play Hide-and-Seek among the fields and barn, behind oilcans and her father's collection of Oldsmobiles. Now, in this unfamiliar land, she was lost and no one was searching to find her.
Juliette turns to find a door wedged under a concave of jagged rock. If it wasn't for the fact that she decided to venture around the boulder, the door would have never been seen. Tall shoots of oriental grass waver around it, almost blocking the view. Surely this is not the place she was looking for. If she wants to find the school, wherever it is, this is...the door she must go through? Carefully her left hand is freed of the bounty and it lays on the brass handle, curling her fingers round it, tender, tense. She pauses. Looking at the handle with a reserved, serene detachment, then proceeds to pull to no avail. The door wouldn't give. Instead her knuckles rapped against the stained grain, three times to be exact before waiting. If this wasn't the door, perhaps someone inside would know where to go because she surely did not.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:28 am
The heavy steel doors of the cellar slam shut behind you. You hear something click as it does so. Magnetic locks perhaps? In any case, there's no escape now. Despite the loud commotion there's no sign of response. Maybe this tunnel into the ground is abandoned? Somehow the thought of nothing being in this hole is scarier than the idea of whatever might be living in it.
Stone steps spiral downward into the earth like that of a medieval castle, or lighthouse. It eventually opens up into a wide open room. Bookshelves filled with poetry and classic literature line the wall next to a cabinet where a few glasses and a bottle of wine can be glimpsed. A few paintings decorate the walls, and a comfortable bed sits on the back center of the room. The floor seemed to be made of polished marble. The place looked very modern, Juliette could only guess how expensive it was. There are doors on either side of the room, leading to who knows what. The place looked like less of a cellar now and more of an underground house. The gentle breeze of air conditioning would be a nice relief to the tropical heat outside, for sure.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 4:14 am
 
xxxxxxxxxx▬▬ ★OUTFIT: ( OUTFIT ) ▬▬ ★THEME: ( THERE SHE GOES )
Of course the door swung open, giving away to two doors, similar to French double doors. It was dark and muggy but she stepped inside. There was hope that perhaps everything was automated, though it quickly faded once the doors shut and only darkness embraced her.
"Hello?"
Silence.
She let out a groan after she took a few more steps before swiftly finding the stairs. She didn't make it all the way to the floor, but she may as well have since she looked ridiculous clinging to her bags while sliding down the spiral staircase on the footlocker that housed an abundant collection of expensive designer shoes. It was quick, loud, and she bit back a scream.
Before she even dared to bring up a response, Juliette took a long, slow gander of the lush setting. It was dimly lit but well furnished and while a bit cliche'd mafioso, all retro European quirkiness. Something the Texan was not use to. Straightening herself up to her full height, Jules moved some of her luggage and guitar into a tidy pile before walking around the place. The bed was unmade, sheets crumpled and stained, dust fluttering while the air smells syrupy and medical.
Her voice is meek and soft, a little hoarse from disuse.
"H-hello? Anyone home?"
....But again, the room goes quiet. Her dress, skirted right at the hip, flutters, billowing with the gust of AC. While she may have been scared, she breaks into a smile that lights her face, feeling the grime of the path and the sweat of the heat sluice from her body, weariness wash from her bones.
Stepping away from her belongings, her direction is the bookshelves. Books were always nice, history and art were always a favorite. The chestnut eyes lingered over the wines; she didn't drink, never even tasted the stuff. Add in the fact of being underage. Further in, she came to a door, one of twain to choose from. She lays her hand on the doorknob, it doesn't even squeak as the aperture opens and the young woman steps inside. It is darker than the main room but as her hand grazes the wall, falling on various metals that bite with a bitter coldness she finds what feels like a lamp. The neck craned and the dome hood housing the bulb, finding the switch was only a heartbeat away. Where is it? With determination she probes the device, stopping only for a second as she hears a sound. Too soft or far away for her to really think anything of it. Juliette thumbs the toggle, tapping and flicking it to the side to brighten the area, giving her a better idea as to what this room housed.
▌KI: 350 l 350
▌MAIN: RAPUNZEL'S WRATH
▌LEVEL: ONE
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 1:58 am
The ceiling light flickered to life and illuminated the bedroom for Juliette. Immediately the shaded particulars of the area became more pronounced, including a small lump on the bed that now groaned to life. With an irritated moan a slender form rose from the sheets. A satin colored comforter fell away to reveal silk-like silver hair and handsome young face. "Mmmm Red, turn off the light. I'm sleeping in today." The form muttered, eyes squinted against the light. But slowly an emerald eye opened and spotted the blonde stranger. "You...are not Red." He realized out loud, yet he didn't seem angry or threatened by the presence of a stranger in his bedroom. Instead, he smiled coyly and brought his arms behind his back to support his body from the urge to fall asleep. "Tell me your name, Goldy." The man added, referring to her by the color of her hair.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 4:47 am
xxxxxxxxxx▬▬ ★OUTFIT: ( OUTFIT ) ▬▬ ★THEME: ( COLLAR FULL )
Unbidden, her gaze followed the trail over silver from the lamp to the floor. Mmmm Red, turn off the light. I'm sleeping in today. Juliette's brown eyes snapped fire as her lips parted in a gasp. A soft, lilting drawl that ushered her to look for the source. A grand bed made of silky satins and luxurious pillows. Whomever it was stirred from their slumbering stupor and like quicksilver, the colors changed and blended. It reminded her of a turgid sea with shifting waves. She had moxxy but not this much, the autumn hues of rusty red painted the soft cheeks just below her eyes and across her nose.
"I-uh..I'm sorry!" She ignored his devil-may-care smile and quickly about faced him, the flutter of cotton linen that ruffled from her dress flared and stopped when her back addressed him. Chestnut colored eyes widened in surprise, the tiny flecks of gold and jade expanding as the pin-point center shrunk. Her curly golden hair spiraled around the face of an angel and she continued to fret over trespassing...Clearly this was not the way to the campus. "I didn't mean to intrude. I think I got lost on the way to the campus...and..well..I'm so sorry."
He asked for her name in a deep baritone that carried a weight that she herself did not recognize, perhaps gumption. "Oh! My name is Juliette." Jules looked up at the wall, silently praying to God for this to be some type of dream that she was having while on the boat to the island. She quickly closed her eyes, circumspect and proper. The kind of young woman who lived by the rules and who never sought to break or even bend. Yet here she was, in the fox's den.
"I can step out if you aren't dressed, so that you...If you could...would be willing to give me directions? Possibly, Mister...uh?" There was a rustling, but it could be confused with the thundering of her own heart. Each held breath seemed to make the applause that much louder.
▌KI: 350 l 350
▌MAIN: RAPUNZEL'S WRATH
▌LEVEL: ONE
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 2:19 am
"Ugh, you apologize too much." The silver-haired man grumbled and cracked his neck to the side. The sound was never pleasant but it woke him up. Half-opened eyes, growing more awake by the second, analyzed his new guest and noticed her nervous reaction. He couldn't help but smirk mischievously at her innocent. It was too cute.
"Just call me Dorian." The devilish host replied, and sat up to the point where the bed sheets conveniently fell away to reveal a large portion of his naked body. Despite whatever impression the color of his hair might've given, Dorian wasn't nearly old enough to let people start calling him "Mr." As if his upper torso wasn't enough of a sight, with an unnaturally athletic physique that only hinted at the training he went through to gain his power, Dorian moved off of the bed and stood up to give Juliette a quick glimpse of his birthday suit. "Stay there a moment, I'll put on some clothes. Now let's see...where did I leave my shorts..." He coyly pondered over the mystery and walked about his room, seemingly with little thought given towards his guest.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 4:20 am
xxxxxxxxxx▬▬ ★OUTFIT: ( OUTFIT ) ▬▬ ★THEME: ( SAVE TONIGHT )
There was a tinkle of glass, a dull thud like that of a body hitting the floor, and a collective pitter-patter of feet behind her. Juliette didn't dare to glance over her shoulder because of a sneaking suspension that he wasn't decent. So they stared at each other, the wall and her. He held mocking amusement married with piqued interests. She didn't know he was a homicidal sadist, one that could chill bones. "I'm sorry, it is just..." Apologizing for apologizing too much...it was a weakness. An Achilles' heel for a slight offense. Mind your p's and q's, dot your i's and cross your t's; it was her upbringing. The type of girl native to the sultry southern heat, lounging by the pool in the backyard of her parents' house, wearing her favorite pink polka-dotted bikini which went perfectly with her new I'm-Not-Really-a-Waitress-Pink manicure and pedicure. Sprawled in a cushion-topped chaise soaking up the sun, her blonde hair twisted up in a loose top knot and expensive shades. She was untouchable but not in the snarky-total-b***h way, she just wasn't the type for trouble. Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes she is a little off the beaten track. Oh well.
"Dorian? Where are you from?" Surely no one was native to this island. Of course she was just being polite with small talk while he searched for trousers and whatever else he wished to grab up from the floor. That was no way to leave things and only made the garments wrinkled. But what she thought played no part of her chatter. "Sooo.. I was sent this medium sized box that instructed me to only open it when I arrived there but maybe you know what it is? I have it out there with all my other things..... Do you work at the academy? You'd think they would have given you better accommodations. Not that your place is bad... " In truth, it was messy and carried a musky smell...like laundry that needed desperately washed and strung up on a clothesline for a breathing. All the while, ringlets shifted, their spirals springing as the young woman looked about, gazing at all the things possible at this opposite wall.
Well the man was certainly well-built, at least the brief glimpse she caught, Juliette is healthy through the bust but slim through the waist and thighs, a little bit excess on the bottom, though her dress masked some of it.
"Would you mind if I stayed here? Just for tonight?" Her plan was at first light to trek all the way back to the path and find the school. Really, they should have signs. "I can sleep on the couch..." She hadn't noticed that there wasn't one. Why should he have seating when guests were a rare advantage?
▌KI: 350 l 350
▌MAIN: RAPUNZEL'S WRATH
▌LEVEL: ONE
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 2:32 pm
 
Dorian ignored the confused stammering of his guest while he dug out a new pair of dark denim jeans from a nearby closet. He pulled them on one leg at a time before turning to answer Juliette, though even the pants hanged low around his midriff. "Me? I'm from here and there. And...nowhere." He smirked, though his voice held a faintly french accent that hinted at his european origins. "And what about you, Goldy?" Idle chatter, Dorian was merely playing the role of a polite host while gauging exactly what brought the young blonde to his doorstep. Regardless, her power level was hardly amateur. She wasn't a threat. But, perhaps he could change that...
Emerald eyes glanced over at the box and knew exactly what it contained. "What you hold in your hands is your future." He answered cryptically and continued to search around the room for a shirt. "It's the reason you're here, so it isn't surprising that you were instructed to take it. We all did, for better or for worse." Dorian stopped searching for a moment and glanced at the girl. "Like the hair?" He asked with a coy grin and pointed at his head before returning to the task at hand. The devilish man eventually gave up and slipped on an opened, dark, sleek jacket. Then Dorian turned to Juliette and casually approached her. "Of course, you can stay here as long as you'd like. I only have the one bed... Perhaps we can share it." He smiled faintly and pulled in close, putting his hands over hers. The comfort he gave made the box she held feel so much lighter. "I don't mind..." Dorian cooed into her ear.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬fu( 1800 l 1800 )▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬fu( THEME )
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 7:15 am
xxxxxxxxxx▬▬ ★OUTFIT: ( OUTFIT ) ▬▬ ★THEME: ( SAVE TONIGHT )
Cold numbed the tip of Juliette's nose and her petunia, likely due to the blowing AC that filtered into the cellar. She twisted her torso just slightly, catching a glimpse of him just after he had fitted his lower half with trousers. She unfurled her hands, felt the blood rush back in her fingers, that tingle and burn, stretching fragile shoulders, their delicate bones clearly visible as her dress' thin straps draped the soft linen over her form. A vintage dress. There she stood, holding the box as if it kept her guts in has the loose curls gathered, sophisticated but young. She smiled, the kind that a man would buy a diamond ring for or a new car just to see it all the time with the peachy-pink lip gloss and rosy colored cheeks. "Me? I'm from Texas. Big ol' Texas," she thought back to her family, the rambling house at supper time. Mom's amazing cooking of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh turnip greens, and peach pie with homemade whipped-cream.
What you hold in your hands is your future. His words sliced through her daydreaming, making her jerk ever so slightly at the intrusion. "Take it? You mean like a shot? Oh..um-m..I don't exactly do well with those. Flu season is killer, I swear my arm will fall off one day...but your hair looks fine." He grinned, garbing his upper anatomy with a blazer looking jacket. Nothing too fancy but it was a contrast to his ivory skin. She didn't let her eyes linger, diverting them to the ground and then the box that she now rotated, peering at the package. He approached like a lion stalking its prey, a predator's gait that she didn't recognize, couldn't fathom. His large hands encompassing hers, stilling them from their exploration and wander. He pulled and she stepped in, the wedge of her shoe off center and gravity left her hand on his chest. Only the box separated them. Eyes wide like a doe stuck in headlights, she gawked, mouth slightly agape but he was cool, devilishly suave as he leaned in and planted sinful temptation. Nope. She couldn't do it. Shaking her head and stepping back to leave her mail in his hands.
"Well thank you but I couldn't do...that. It just wouldn't be right, sleeping in the bed of a man whom of which I just met, with him? I can't throw away myself, Dorian with no last name." A slight tilt of her head, lashes batting every so often as she surveyed him just as he did her. He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. His features were strong, chiseled. She couldn't pinpoint his nationality any more than she could his accent. He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine, sexual. There was an omnipresent carnality about him, he was a man and she had only ever flirted with boys in comparison. Their gazes locked and they stood a moment in that frozen tableau. "So...I'm waiting." Her brows lifting, implying marriage. "But thank you. I can manage making a place on the floor then."
The blonde stepped back, spinning like a ballerina with a lithe grace.
"I guess I should take the shot now, since I'm suppose to. Can you do it for me?" Jules turned to question him, hope gleaming in those vibrant brown eyes. "Should I sit down?" Of course before he could justify an answer, she planted herself in a desk chair. Wooden and high backed, her poised form just as straight laced, hands palming her knees, covered in dainty stockings. Her arms were straight, feet together, she looked like a cut-out model from a catalog, pasted to that very spot. Every strand of golden hair in place, the curve of hips as her dress fell over cream thighs and flowed just off the chairs side. Too pristine to be in such a tainted den, too naive to understand the danger of a stranger with coy grins that would snap a tasty little thing like her in two and be picking his teeth with her bones before she even managed to part those pretty lips to beg. She didn't appear to be scared, or worried, simply awaiting his answer.
▌KI: 350 l 350
▌MAIN: RAPUNZEL'S WRATH
▌LEVEL: ONE
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 11:56 am
Texas, she said, and he might've guessed. Her voice held that typical southern twang that americans were so famous for having. That probably explained her church-girl demeanor, but it didn't bother him. Farm girls were always fun to play around with, and church girls were always the ones who liked to fool around behind closed doors. They were one of those hypocrisies in the world that Dorian liked so much. Something about trying to repress their sexuality always made them all the more likely to let it gush out at the first possible opportunity. Dorian smirked, and looked forward to seeing what kind of repressed desires Juliette had to show.
He could already feel her fingers tremble at his inviting touch, too anxious to keep them there but conflicted with the desire to not seem rude. Dorian pretended not to notice and slowly opened the box while she talked on, saying something about not liking shots and not wanting to sleep in his bed. He wasn't really paying attention. Instead he took the gene-x bottle out of case and fixed it into the sleek metallic syringe. A small stream of the substance squirted out onto the floor as Dorian tested its use. It was ready.
By now Juliette already had an idea of what was to come. "That won't be necessary." Dorian casually stated, and comfortingly tilted her chin up to look at him. "Look into my eyes..." A simple command, easy to follow and impossible to resist. Green eyes gazed down on her, mesmerizing her mind into a numbing haze like the cloud that surrounds us on the precipice of sleep before the world slips away. It only lasted a moment, and then Juliette would snap back into focus. Dorian stood there, carefully disposing of the syringe as if nothing had happened. "There, all done. See, that wasn't so bad was it?" He smirked mischievously at her. Indeed, there was never any pain to be felt. All that remained was a slight numbing sensation at the top of her right arm, and a dot of dried blood that was the only remaining trace of the penetration. "Does it hurt?" Dorian coyly asked her, that same mysterious gaze draping over her body. "I could kiss it to make it better, if you'd like..."
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬fu( 1800 l 1800 )▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬fu( THEME )
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:31 am
xxxxxxxxxx▬▬ ★OUTFIT: ( OUTFIT ) ▬▬ ★THEME: ( SAVE TONIGHT )
The gaze he gave was contemptuous, regarding her blankly. He was there before she could blink. The man had lightning reflexes like an Olympic sprinter. Physical proximity to him was slightly disturbing, as if standing next to a highly charged magnetic field. He slipped a tender finger under chin and lifted it to meet his eyes. So very remarkable malachite crescents that burned with curiosity and in another moment down went Juliette, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit-hole tunnel vision went straight, and then dipped down so suddenly that she didn't have a moment to think about stopping him or the needle that pierced the warm, peaches-and-cream flesh. The jaded wells deep, she tried to look down, any where else but he locked her in. Down, down, down. And here Juliette began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, "Dorian.." Just as she had begun to dream, the fall was over.
Doe-like eyes widen from under the weight of thick, jet curtains. She was not hurt, didn't even jerk at the infliction. In fact, she couldn't remember that he made the injection besides the arrival of point B; the bubble of pin-point blood on her arm. "No, it doesn't." Juliette shook her head, curls bouncing to and fro. "I didn't even feel it." He didn't move, and neither did she. A smile donned her face, eyes leaving his to trace the outline of his lips. A kiss? He wanted to kiss it? Instantly she felt hot, like some erotic inferno was aflame beneath her breasts. Again she shook her head no, taking a step back as a sudden, horrific vision of herself, right there in front of him, naked, pathetic, writhing with insatiable need at his feet, dying like that. It sent shivers down her spine. Steeling her will with silent prayers, she rocked forward again. If he was winter, she was summer. If she was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one. Was it amusement she saw in his eyes, it was hard to tell. He was lean, mean, and hard, even seemed a little pale beneath the velvety smooth skin that exuded vitality and presence, but at that moment...it seemed....diminished, and she got the sudden, weirdest hunger for food.
"Maybe another time." She said apologetically. "But since I woke you up, you must be famished." Juliette stepped past him, the frothy skirted dress swayed until she reached the door. Nothing about her appeared to be different. Not a hair out of place or a chip in her French manicured nails. Or was it his imagination that her dress started to gather at the waist and flow out to drape against her thighs, and her back was neatly tied with a stark white bow that connected to some type of apron. She didn't notice it, not even as the door swung open and she crossed the threshold of the main. "I'm starving. I haven't ate since this morning. How do you feel about breakfast?"
Walking over to the kitchen area, she opened up the refrigerator, cocking a hip to look over the contents. She was in one of those moods to cook and clean, regardless of what he thought or wanted. Fingers gripped a carton of eggs, butter, bread, and bacon and laid them on the counter by the stove top. "So do you live here by yourself?" Surely he didn't...how on earth he didn't have half a dozen girlfriends was beyond her. "Surely you aren't cooped up here like some Dracula? You go out? Have friends? A girlfriend? Or several..if that is your thing? Or a guy?" Juliette offered a comforting smile over a shoulder as her hands went up, she had no idea where those questions came from or why she was so talkative.
▌KI: 350 l 350
▌MAIN: RAPUNZEL'S WRATH
▌LEVEL: ONE
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 2:32 am
A calm exterior caught the subtle flush of red that washed over Juliette's face. Dorian pretended not to notice, and quickly his guest turned away to hide herself. "How cute," The seducer mused to himself before following her into the kitchen. He didn't say anything further while Juliette made herself familiar with his kitchen. He was somewhat curious to see what the cooking of a southern bell like her tasted like. Sure, Dorian already had a dozen girls who could cook his meals for him, but they were out and she was new. "By myself? No." Dorian answered her with a dry laugh. If only she knew what kind of girls he kept company with. He silently wondered what her reaction would be, what anyone's reaction would be, to see a dozen dolls mindlessly wait on this one man hand and foot. Though his palace was small, Dorian was used to being treated like royalty.
"My visiting privileges to the campus have been revoked, for the time being. But I do manage to get out and see the sun when I want to." He continued answering her busy questions, calmly leaning against the door frame with arms crossed over his chest. "As for girlfriends, well, I'd say I'm quite single...at the moment." Dorian flashed a sly smile back at her. His gaze draped over her body while she turned away and began cooking, focused on her more curvaceous assets. Quietly he guessed her measurements. "Why, were you hoping to be mine?" Dorian teased again, though his tone held an air of lustful hope. It was a joke in the sense that it assumed Juliette had any choice in the matter. Dorian had already decided that she would be his, one way or another.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬fu( 1800 l 1800 )▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬fu( THEME )
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 5:17 am
xxxxxxxxxx▬▬ ★OUTFIT: ( OUTFIT ) ▬▬ ★THEME: ( SAVE TONIGHT )
He watched her while shouldering the door, his eyes lustfully, maddeningly, trailing over her as she were a nymphet. Her smile, dimpled, almost round like a little French girl, held a hope that quickly faded upon hearing his transgressions. Long lashes raised from their half-lidded gaze of bread with circles carved from their center, the tight-fitting tailored dress sheathing her and cinching the waist and bust but the lower, it wavered and pleasantly wrapped beautifully in a frock. "You must have done something pretty bad to be revoked." Juliette smiled teasingly, it was only in jest, but she was curious as to the reasoning behind such an extreme punishment. "What did you do?"
The bread was buttered lightly and placed in the hot skillet, one egg cracked just above and plopped into the circular holes to cook.
How was she to know he could list a great number of one-sided diminutive romances? Most ended a rich flavor of hell by his tender, fiendishly, pattern of nudity and fancies of abuse. Who knows? The eventual flowering of certain moral values, of certain spiritual substitutes, might help him, if not to purge himself of his degrading and dangerous desires, at least to keep them under pacific control. He was an exceptionally handsome male; tall with soft silvery hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanor but she held a stupor in the matters of sex and the preliminaries of it. So when he inquired on her interest in being his girlfriend, she dropped the spatula, chameleonic cheeks aflame with shock at the brash question. "What?! I-I-uh...we just met." She stammered on, inhaling only to push the same breath out in a slow, calming animation. Surely this man was crazy! Or joking, in which case it was not funny. "I don't intend for my first boyfriend to be someone I met not even an hour ago." She looked over a shoulder at him, taking him in with earthy hues. "You don't even know me." Jules stated in a matter-of-factly tone laced with a sugary twang. Did he expect her to jump without ever asking why?
Bacon sizzled and it's edges crisp before the slices were dried and plated. She then added the eggs in a basket to the meaty counterparts. Both plates shifted and moved, aligned with the kitchen-island seating. Steadily she walked around and righted herself on the stool. Lifting the bacon, consuming in small bites and swallows, her eyes occasionally drifting to glance at Dorian. "So do you have plans for today?" Her fork pushed at the yoke, spilling it down the mound of white and dribbling onto the toasted bread. Of course it was just idle chatter but she already knew what she was going to do, she wanted to scrub everything down, stripping away the layer of filth that dusted it all. There was even this tingling, of gooseflesh upon her skin, either from it or his close proximity.
▌KI: 350 l 350
▌MAIN: RAPUNZEL'S WRATH
▌LEVEL: ONE
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 7:45 pm
"Something pretty bad." She said, teasingly of course. In fact she was putting it mildly, unless killing dozens of guards and breaking into top secret labs was her definition of "pretty" bad. The only reason Dorian was still alive was because Akasun still believed he could control him. "Truly." The suave host teased back with a knowing smirk. That wasn't enough to satisfy Juliette though, and she quickly inquired for details. "Nothing I don't regret." He would cryptically answer her again while he crossed the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "And nothing I won't do again." Dorian added after pulling out a carton of orange juice.
It was all just a distraction to give him an excuse to tease her a little more. He faked not noticing her stammering or flushed cheeks and instead casually grabbed a glass from the pantry next to her, conveniently giving him an excuse to be close. She was indeed attractive. Physical beauty was something he always cherished. The mind could be replaced with whatever he wanted, but there was only so much natural beauty he could manipulate. "I'm a good judge of character." Dorian teased again before tasting his nutritious drink. He let that thought linger while he turned and walked away. She was so timid there was no telling what she'd do if he pushed her even farther. He would still join her for her breakfast meal, however, though his mind lingered elsewhere. It wouldn't be long before his slaves came back. When they did, would he be forced to wipe Juliette's mind as well? Or could he somehow use them to his advantage? Amidst his thoughts Dorian heard a murmur from his guest. "Plans?" He repeated part of her question as he returned focus. "Did you have something in mind?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:53 am
xxxxxxxxxx▬▬ ★OUTFIT: ( OUTFIT ) ▬▬ ★THEME: ( SAVE TONIGHT )
Jules left. For good.
▌KI: 350 l 350
▌MAIN: RAPUNZEL'S WRATH
▌LEVEL: ONE
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