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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 4:15 pm
March 109
With the last bonding, Lysander's enthusiasm had taken a turn for the nonexistent. He had been looking forward to bonding to say the least. He remembered feeling so assured that he would bond with one of them and had spent the entire time short of the last wolf bonding trying to isolate a feeling inside his brain that might be one of the new pups searching around. When the ordeal was over, Lysander felt uncharacteristically disappointed. Anyone would have. Those were the pups of the former Beta of New Eve for crying out loud! Even if there were other wolf pups available within the year, they wouldn't be from Betas. No, that pedigree was reserved for Kitty and... What was her name? Angel?
On the subject of Kitty, that was another thing that depressed him. With the bonding, she left the Academy and along with her went the only girl he'd met that had taken any interest in him, or at least hadn't brushed off his advances like Ryou did. It was insane! After his experience at school back in the City, it was the most surprising thing that he was so obscure here. That is, it bothered him to no end that with a change of location also came a change in reputation. He was just another guy here, could have been a nerd or bookworm for all his reputation back home was worth.
With that, Lysander decided that he would make himself known here. The DSSG had been a short-lived club. After his first meeting there, the leader- Jashua? he asked himself, trying to think back to what seemed like forever ago. That sounds right, I guess. The leader, Jashua had bonded and the club was over. It made him a bit apprehensive about his idea, but after he was bonded, which even after the disappointment he was sure he would do, he'd either end it there or pass the torch to someone else.
Through the course of a week, Lysander had posted flyers in every frequently visited place in the Academy telling about his new... idea. It wasn't bad, really. Sure, a few people would be hesitant, but what harm would it do? There was enough love to go around, right? If things didn't work out the first, then people would surely return to see if they could try again. The concept was a little sketchy, but The Kissing Booth was more than just a desperate attempt to find another girl naive or brave enough to consider dating Lysander. It was a chance for people to hook up without having to ask the people themselves. Rejection wasn't such a drag because they didn't pick their match and there was always the chance of finding someone else.
Lysander sat in a chair just out of sight on the same side of the room as the door. This would serve so that he wouldn't be caught off guard. When someone (or someones) walked in, he would see them first. A shadily retrieved teacher's desk sat in front of him with a stack of personality profiles of his own creation. The first questions were about the person: Name, age, gender, interests, hobbies, a self-assessment of their personality, appearance. Next is what they wanted in an ideal partner: Age range, gender, loose appearance preferences. If it wasn't too much work, he would try to match people up himself, keeping the applications he liked and pairing what was left with each other. If it was too much work, he would pick applications at random and pair them (with respect to age, gender, and sexuality).
Lysander enthusiastically flipped the makeshift sign from Closed to Open and put on his best professional smile. And now we play the waiting game.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 3:12 am
Ever since the bonding in February, Keiran had found himself quite depressed since his new friend had found a new wolf companion and been sent off to the Fort. Certainly he was pleased and even ecstatic for her, but he missed having such a confidant as she to impress upon all his silly adventures that no one else seemed to believe. And since Lora had made herself scarce lately, which she did often in intervals that never seemed to bother the superiors for some reason, he had nobody else to bother at the moment. Maybe he should befriend recruits his own age so he wouldn't continuously suffer the disappointment of seeing them bond and leaving him all the time.
So in his attempt to entertain himself, Keiran had resorted to his previously troublesome behavior of carrying on the missions that Lora had dictated to him before her disappearance. He was seriously beginning to believe that the faeries had kidnapped her again, so he had doubled his efforts in collecting all the necessary equipment to create a fairy trap. As such, he had found himself sneaking into the girls' dormitories and painstakingly picking out the brightest and pinkest of lingerie, which he had been duly informed were the faeries' favorite color. Unfortunately, he had never learned to be quiet or discreet, and all the noise caused by his banging open drawers and running into miscellaneous objects alerted the entire floor to his presence.
At this very moment, Keiran was screaming as he raced down the stairs with a handful of pink bras and panties in his hands, a number of angry girls stampeding behind him. He nearly tripped over a slippery step, before he regained some poor sense of balance, and then he almost ran into a wayward recruit, shouting a quick apology as he dashed on. Deciding to sacrifice a few of his treasures, he tossed a bra and two panties into the air, hoping that would appease enough of the girls into stopping the chase. Rounding a corner, he noticed flyers as he ran past the doors into the lecture halls, but had no time to read any. An angry scream echoed behind him, and Keiran quickly decided to dash into a room, slamming the door shut behind him. Leaning against the door, he breathed deeply but quietly and waited as the stampede of footsteps ran by the room.
Heaving a deep sigh of relief, Keiran allowed himself to slide down against the door onto the ground, panting tiredly as he dropped the bras and panties beside him. Taking a glance around the room, he finally noticed another occupant besides himself sitting at the desk, assumedly a recruit but with a stack of papers in front of him. Keiran stared, wondering if they had a new and very young professor that he did not know about. Standing up, he grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, hello! Didn't know that anyone was in here."
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SilverStarrSapphire Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 3:38 pm
After waiting a minimal amount of two or three minutes, Lysander heard a wonderful sound. It sounded like a stampede heading toward the clubroom. For a split second, he was surprised. Then he decided it was a good idea in the first place. It was only natural a hoard of people would show up. Even the scream hadn't made him lose his enthusiasm. It was dumb that they would fight to see who got in there first, especially since the scream sounded a bit too masculine to be female. Would a bunch of guys really be jumping over each other to go to a dating service? How manly was that?
As the sound became louder, he made a quick attempt to make himself look more professional. First off, he removed the goggles. Second, he straightened his uniform and tried to fix his hair as best he could. And third, he sat up straight, clasped his hands together, and set them neatly on top of the desk. Lysander smiled widely when the door opened. When a seemingly flustered male entered and slammed the door behind himself, the expression darkened. He noticed the underwear. The stampede of what might have been a bunch of attractive, naked girls damp from a recent shower- Yeah right -passed by the door, his forehead quite literally hit the desk.
The resulting knock must have alerted the unwanted visitor of his presence because he heard some form of greeting. Lysander lifted his head and let out a discontented sigh. "Hi," he replied wearily. He had entered into the activity with limitless enthusiasm, but it didn't take much to discourage him, especially since the only person to enter the room as of yet was a guy. It wasn't even a customer. "Agh," he groaned, repeating the impact several times. Having heard numerous accounts of a similar theft taking place (he would listen to anything a girl had to say, even if he wasn't part of the conversation), he asked "Girls' dormitory?"
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:49 pm
Keiran continued to grin with misplaced enthusiasm at nothing in particular except perhaps escaping, once again, the clutches of the evil known as girls, or maybe it was the prospect of making a new friend of this young man sitting behind the desk. If he noticed Lysander's disappointment and frustration, Keiran didn't show it because he was still grinning rather stupidly for no apparent reason. Only when the other male starting hitting the desk with his head did Keiran's smile falter, wondering why the new professor was attempting to injure himself.
At the male's question, Keiran looked down at the underwear pooled at his feet before glancing back at Lysander, wondering if the new professor was going to punish him for borrowing the clothes. Keiran had every intention of returning the articles, but only after he was finished setting up all the traps that would definitely capture the elusive faeries this time. Maybe he could recruit this new professor to assist in his captures, if he proved to be trustworthy, of course. But first, he had to get himself out of trouble.
Rushing over to the desk, Keiran knelt down and looked up Lysander with sad puppy-like eyes, sniffling a little as he was honestly a little sad at the prospect of losing the underwear he had worked so hard to borrow. "I'll give'em back as soon as I catch the faeries, I promise!" Keiran wailed, allowing real tears to escape his eyes as the stress and depression of the last few weeks escaped him - Lora disappearing, not being old enough to bond, and Angel leaving. "Please don't punish me, professor!"
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SilverStarrSapphire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 8:25 pm
Lysander's expression went from tired to confused to completely bewildered in a matter of what might have only been half a minute. Faeries? Is he serious? Two ideas crossed his mind at that point. Either the boy had the most warped mind in the history of mankind or he was a complete fruitcake. He wouldn't ask. Lysander had some amount of decency. He tried not to be judgemental. The boy might just be twelve years old — an age he considered resonable to start crying without remorse in front of a complete stranger — for all Lysander knew. He had to be almost a foot shorter than him.
When the blonde called him "professor", it almost made him laugh. Seeing as how that would have been insensitive (in an effort to better get along with females, he had made it a point to act more sensitive), Lysander tried to keep the laughter at bay. He wasn't completely successful. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He didn't know whether to play along or to reassure him. As entertaining as acting like he was actually a professor would be, better judgement said that the act would come back to haunt him in some way. Karma was pitiless.
If the boy was indeed only twelve years old, that was a good six year age difference. It was mostly pity that made him choose not to try and fool him. Not only was the boy crying, but that smile he was displaying earlier made him look a bit... simple. Toying with a 'simple' person just made you a jerk. Lysander had the urge to pat him on the back and give him a nervous "there there", but instead focused on the fact that the quick touch up he had done (and without the help of a mirror) had actually made him look professional. That he was actually mistaken for a professor was proof enough of that. His smile widened.
"You really think I look like a professor?" Lysander asked. He was just fishing for compliments now. "Man, I was trying to look professional, but doesn't that just beat all?" It really gave him the urge to look in a mirror. He would just have to wait until he got back into the dormitories, though. Wait, aren't there flyers in the dormitories? C'mon, he should know what this place is. "I'm not a professor. Didn't you see the flyers?" He didn't wait for an answer to continue. "This is The Kissing Booth. It's sort of like a dating service club... thing. If you're interested, just fill out the form and you'll be matched with the girl of your dreams," he said with a wink. Lysander almost corrected himself. There was always the chance that this customer was gay. Then he decided that there was no such thing as a gay twelve-year-old. Speaking of that, who'd want to date a twelve-year-old?
Either way, talking wasn't getting him anywhere. Lysander waited for the boy's reply.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 2:18 pm
What an odd world we live in, Lyra thought as she read a flyer that she had seen posted all over the place. "The Kissing Booth" was what it was advertising, and Lyra could not comprehend whether the person who had posted the flyers was serious or not. Who would go to a club like that, she wondered, and as she finished reading she noticed that the room it was located in was not far at all from where she was.
Behind her some girls with furious expressions passed, muttering amongst themselves. Lyra caught some words, including "bras", "underwear", and "thief". I guess some pervert was causing trouble, she thought boredly. Lyra began to walk down the hall, not wanting any of the girls who were searching for the culprit to hold her back, being the shy person she was. As she passed a room, she paused and turned back to inspect the door.
Ah, Lyra found herself thinking as she saw a partially open door with a bra strap in sight within the room, along with a shadow. "-h the girl of your dreams," she heard a voice said. Such perverts, Lyra thought, should I let those girls know? No, too much trouble, it's not worth...is that one of my underwear?!? Lyra opened the door with a loud bang, her anger getting the better of her shyness. "What are you perverts doing with one of my underwear!" she said, sternly yet in a low voice, giving it a chilled edge.
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SilverStarrSapphire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 10:17 am
Keiran collapsed onto the table, arms holding him up as he continued to sniffle pathetically. He gave the professor a teary-eyed look as he listened carefully to the young man's words. When he denied being a candidate, however, Keiran immediately stopped his snivelling and blinked in confusion. Eyes narrowing in scrutiny, he looked the young man up and down, and realized that there really couldn't be such a young professor. All the ones they had now were old, boring people - well, they were interesting sometimes, but only when they were chasing a recruit around for gluing a piece of paper to their butts.
"Not a professor?" he echoed with wide eyes, the sad look slowly starting to turn into a bright smile. Maybe he could recruit this young man to join him on his quest of collecting underwear to catch faeries! Keiran grinned, but shook his head when asked about the flyers - he never bothered to look at those things. Well, maybe he did, but he usually didn't really remember anything he read, unless it was about faeries. "Dating?" His smile dropped into a confused frown, because he'd never heard of this 'dating' thing the young man was proposing. "Dating is finding the girl in my dreams? ...but I don't dream about girls."
Before he could show anymore of his confusion, Keiran whipped his head to the doorway when a female voice spoke up. A familiar face stood there looking very angry, and he realized that he had found the underwear on the floor. "Uh...that's mine?" he tried to explain lamely, but after another second's thought, he realized that the girl wasn't going to buy it. So he immediately jumped to his feet and bolted past her, running out of the door and disappearing into the hallway.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 7:06 pm
Lysander was taken aback by the boy's reply. He doesn't... dream about... His eye twitched. Only after jumping to the conclusion that his previous assumption was correct, he tried to rationalize it again. The boy could just... not be interested yet. Yeah, that's right.
Lysander's thoughts stopped dead in their tracks when a girl burst into the room. It was just his luck that something like this would happen. Some guy bursts into the room with underwear and then a girl enters the room, pinning them both as the culprits. All he wanted to do was start an honest organization. Of course, it being Lysander's, it was doomed to fail.
Then, as if to make the entire situation worse, the boy left the room and the underwear in Lysander's care. He stood from his seat. "Hey! You can't leave these here!" he yelled futilely after the boy. It was a relief, though, not having to reply to that strange statement. Doesn't dream about girls. What a weird guy.
Lysander then focused his attention on the girl. "Hey, don't group me with him. I just met him." He knew she would never believe it. He was having the worst of luck with women lately. "If you want it back, take it. I don't want it. Whatever you do, just get it out of here." Lysander couldn't have the girls thinking he was some kind of pervert (however perverted he was).
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:15 am
Lyra recognised the face and voice of the culprit, and she knew it immediately, he was being manipulated. When she had met him, he was too...immature to even think of anything perverted. "Uh...that's mine?" he told her, before taking off and leaving the underwear with the second culprit, the true mastermind behind the stealing of the underwear and bras.
Lyra barely listened to the mastermind's excuses, she was so angry that someone would take advantage of such a helpless boy to achieve such a disgusting task. Once he was finished with whatever excuses he had given, Lyra angrily told him, "How dare you use such a boy for such dirty tasks. I know you're the mastermind, and that you just manipulated him. I met that boy once before, and a boy who thinks someone with a big vocabulary is speaking wolf definitely isn't mature enough to think such perverted things, let alone do such deeds without instruction. I don't know what that boy was thinking or expecting, but I do know that he was your victim!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 5:55 pm
Lysander raised an eyebrow. 'He thinks someone with a big vocabulary is speaking wolf? Ignoring her accusation, he stood up and walked around the desk to make their conversation more... personal. He was honestly kind of interested in that subject, but his motives for this particular situation were significantly less than pure. Lysander leaned toward her as if to say something he didn't want anyone else to hear. "That guy... Does he have some kinda mental disability?"
He stood straight and then sat on the top of the desk. "I mean, first he barges in here with nothing but pink underwear. Then he says something about catching fairies." Lysander folded his arms. "Not to mention, he thought I was a professor." He paused to let the information sink in and to allow himself a little more time to think on the subject. "Would they allow people like that to become wolfriders?"
Lysander's immediate answer to that question was a resounding 'no'. Being in the academy didn't guarantee that anyone would bond. As a matter of fact, most students that attended had to go home sooner or later. Now that he thought about it, that boy was probably only here because his parents couldn't think of anything else to do with him. Poor guy probably didn't have any friends either. Well... He thought. Guess it can't be helped.
"What's his name, anyway?" Lysander wasn't completely heartless. If he spent enough time with that boy, maybe his overpowering masculinity would whip him into shape. All he had to do next was find him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 10:41 am
Lyra began to blush a pink similar to her left eye. He...wasn't being manipulated, she thought as she became more and more embarrassed. Fairies...why would underwear and fairies go together? What is that boy thinking? "Umm...I'm sorry, then, for accusing you. I'm kind of quick to judge people and situations... And no, I don't know that boy's name or...mental condition."
As Lyra finished saying this she suddenly remembered the flyers she saw all over the place, and the room number... "...This room, by chance, wouldn't be that kissing booth thing, would it?" Lyra prayed it wasn't so. She just wanted to leave without being any more rude than she already had been, and go back into the background. She was getting more nervous by the second now that her anger had diminished, and she was becoming more self-conscious of herself, specifically her two different colored eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:32 pm
Lysander raised an eyebrow. She was apologizing? Weren't girls just like that all the time? In Lysander's experience, girls were always yelling, pointing fingers, and accusing him of things which he may or may not have actually done. Most of the time, it was the former. Maybe this girl was just different. Her eyes were certainly unusual. Taking a good look at her, he considered this. She wasn't bad looking at all, though Lysander's views were hardly discriminate. Even if she wasn't interested in him, if he could get her to fill out the form, she might take her friends here later to do the same. Realizing that he should probably reply now to her apology, he said in a dismissive manner, "Ah, don't worry about it. If I was you, I would've probably thought the same." Of course, if he was her, he would have taken the flyer and ran to the clubroom with a very large amount of enthusiasm.
It was just his luck that she asked about it. "Why yes it is," Lysander answered. Noting her reaction, he quickly amended, "But I don't think you'd be interested. A pretty girl like you shouldn't have any trouble finding a boyfriend." He winked at her and moved from his seat on the desktop toward the chair. With an audible plop, he sat back down and went back to trying to look professional. He straightened a stack of forms so that the questionaire was facing the girl, then set it down. He took a pen from the desk and set it down parallel to the stack of paper. Then, after stretching, he folded his hands neatly on the desk. "If you ever get bored, why don't you come here and talk to me again? It gets lonely in here when there are no customers." Lysander smiled not so innocently.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 10:45 am
Looking at the boy's smile towards her, Lyra entered a whole new wave of inner panic. He isn't flirting, is he?!? Lyra thought franticly. He had said words like "pretty", "boyfriend", and "lonely", and had topped it all off with a smile. How far from the truth that boy was; Lyra has spoken with only a small amount of people, and had never had a boyfriend. All she knew about romance was from stories she had read.
Not knowing how to react, Lyra decided to simply tell him the truth. "Umm, I'm sorry, but I really don't think you'd want to date me. Or anyone else, for that matter."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 4:20 pm
Lysander shook his head. "You really don't do yourself any justice," he replied. After just sitting down, it seemed a little ridiculous that he was getting up again, but Lysander made it a point to get up close and personal. He looked her in the eyes. "Whatever you're embarassed about, don't emphasize how it makes you uncomfortable. Be proud of it. When you try to downplay something -take your eyes for instance- it only makes it more noticeable," Lysander said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What I'm trying to say is... If you don't care about it, why should anyone else?" Lysander frowned inwardly. This was probably the least Lysander-like thing he'd ever done in his life. Was he giving advice? He cringed. In an attempt to recover some lost dignity, he grabbed a form and a pen. "And what better way to exercise this new-found confidence than to put yourself out on the market?" Lysander smiled dumbly. That had been a really shoddy cover-up.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:43 am
Lyra was touched. Though that last sentence had taken some of the effect away, he seemed to had been real sincere in what he had said before that. No one had ever said something like that to her before. Silent tears began to trickle down.
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