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 Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 10:15 pm
✖▐ A C A D E M Y: Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Cracking the booksxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxDuring the midst of Spring Break, Narcissa found out that one of her Omegas was borderline suspension material. This is her story of trying to fix it.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ C h a r a c t e r s I n v o l v e d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxNarcissa Lucania - Selena Lucania
Aren Aquene - The Bunit
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Coding done by The Bunit, Pics edited by Selena Lucania, Concept for thread approved by AX moderator, Selena Lucania
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 10:45 pm
 xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Finding his way to Narcissa's room was fairly easy; he didn't think much of it, or how often he'd been there since the Nightmare Before Christmas escapade as his feet carried him to the Omega princess' room at a leisured pace. Usually, he'd have been a bit faster, because she'd ordered it of him. Tonight, his steps could be easily considered that of a stroll... simply because she'd ordered him here. Spending time with her wasn't the problem – Aren adored her company, if only for the banter it brought with it. But this time, she'd bade him to be there, with his government and ethics books.... obviously intent on holding to the promise to force him to pass his courses.
And he was no way in a hurry to crack open one of his severely neglected textbooks. Study hours? Really? Was this necessary?
...Okay, moot point. Because he was failing. Kitty Pryde hadn't accepted his sarcastic remarks on his tests and quizzes to actually provide any proof that he had an understanding of the concepts. And Scooter? Aren by no means liked the man, or his teaching style. Ethics and Mutants had to be one of the most boring classes on the planet.
Plus the whole remark that Scott's god sounded like a d**k hadn't helped...
He'd meant it as a joke, but the stiff couldn't take it that way. He'd actually been forced to listen to a very stern lecture after class, stating that Aren needed to be more open to other viewpoints in religion. Which only made a few of the girls who had hovered giggle incessantly as they passed. Aren Aquene not open? Scott needed to un-sew his eyes shut.
No doubt Narcissa would hear of Aren's very narrow opinions, and be told she was to fix... yeah.. nevermind.
Unfortunately, the Academy's mansion didn't spread far enough to prolong the walk to Cissa's room, and he sighed before tapping a knuckle against the wooden door. “Ki'somma... you're overly eager aiski niimatsa is here.” Maybe that was an exaggeration. Maybe, he wasn't so overly eager.
“If only for the rewards the teacher gives.” He added, grinning as he waited for the door to open. That was more like it.
It hadn't been completely shut, so the three raps against the wood had been enough to push it open, and the native American took that as his invitation in. Placing the school books on the edge of her desk, Aren grinned, doing his best to win her over. “Now, what do you say, we watch a movie instead? I'd even be willing to sit through Nightmare Before Christmas again, if we can just do without the lesson.”
He should have known better, especially seeing as she'd promised to see if there was any extra credit work he could do to make up for his poor test scores. Damn.
And the look on her face indicated she was serious about studying.
Double damn.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:36 pm
 She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Narcissa's Dorm
Thinking: Hates, to be kept waiting.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════Narcissa, for perhaps the tenth time glanced at her diamond studded watch—Letting a sigh of irritation pass through her.
He was late.
More than anything, the blond goddess hated to be kept waiting… Her time was short, and her temper even shorter. She sat curled at the top of her reinforced bed, between the pillows—A well worn book in her lap. Wuthering Heights. It was the singular book written by Emily Bronte. It was wild…Confused, disjointed and improbable.
Most readers would be shocked, disgusted… Almost sickened by details of cruelty and inhumanity. There were cases of the most diabolical hate and vengeance she could remember reading, and at times, surpassing things that she’d felt—Done… And so easily it poured from the pages. Somewhere in the darkness of the storm, a powerful testimony to love brewed—victorious even over demons in the human form.
The women were of a strange fiendishly-angelic nature, tantalizing, and terrible…Where the men were indescribably wicked. Yet, somehow, towards the close of the story…There is a silver lining, some kind of pretty… Soft picture. Though it didn’t last…Just as Narcissa viewed society…Nothing held any permanence. People were an awful, hedonistic plague ....Most people disliked it, for the very reasons that she found herself reading it over and over again… It was the brutal cruelty, and the savage love that held her attention. That struck her intrigue.
More than that, it reminded her of home. The wind, the rain—The grey gusty days that couldn’t be lightened by the brightest candle. England was hard for her, being that the overcast days far outnumbered the sunny. It had led her to being very sickly as a child.
There was no restoring her faith in the human condition. Heathcliff was every shunned man, and Catherine—Every spoiled, bitter woman. No exceptions.
Soft music played in the background from her I-Home, her ivory white comforter standing out against the treated black wood of her headboard. Forge, just like the rest of her perishable cloth items had treated it was a micro-organism from the Shi’ar. They were exceptionally resist to heat, and were actually what the alien race coated the hull of the ships with so they didn’t burn up in atmospheres upon planet entry.
Narcissa often wondered how they would feel—If they knew she was using their tech to preserve her D & G handbag?
She heard Aren rap at the door, but didn’t say anything—Knowing her would figure out the door was open. Her blood colored lips curled into a half smirk as he mentioned the reward… She hadn’t decided on that yet, though she had a fairly good idea of what that would be. He entered, immediately setting his book down as if it burned him—And she didn’t look up right away, finishing the paragraph first.
“If my student is overly eager, my student shouldn’t be so late.”, she informed dryly, slowly closing the book in her lap as her glacier eyes swept over him—Filled with something akin to amusement as he tried to curry favor with her by suggesting a movie. Granted… She hadn’t known what aiski niimatsa meant…But there were enough context clues around the word to take an educated guess.
“There will be no reward at all if my student keeps trying to avoid learning at all costs.”
She put her book aside, and delicately slid towards the edge of the bed—Wearing a minidress that held to her every curve, the sides ruched—Somehow making her impossibly tiny waist seem smaller still. It was the color of dried rose petals, and brought out the tone of her pale skin with ease. Her heels, as always, were impractical—Spiked and inches high. Her form was dotted with small diamonds here and there… She’d been raised by her Grandfather, that the best form of advertisement was to flaunt the product—But not overly so.
Women didn’t covet something that sat dusty and cold in a glass case in the back of someone’s library…They wanted what made other women shimmer and shine. They wanted what their friend had, what their neighbor had.
She stood up with all the grace of a little queen and pointed at him, pressing a single finger against the middle of his chest backing him towards her desk. “Sit.”
“You’re lucky, I managed to throw a ‘What would Jesus do?’ line at Scott…He almost wouldn’t give me any extra credit for you....Considering, someone insulted his God earlier....”, she trailed off as she circled about him to hoist herself up on the edge of the desk—Her right leg crossing neatly over her left. Somehow, managing to remain decent. “He’s decided that if you can write a paper, eight pages, double spaced—On why Ethics matters… He’ll forgive your last test score, and use the grade from the paper instead.”
“And Kitty… Once I told her about how gracious Scott was—Was determined to out do him.”, she filled Aren in, with a sassy, knowing grin. It was too easy to pit the teachers against one another… Especially Kitty. She never wanted to be the odd ball out, the one the students disliked. “She’ll let you retake your last two government exams—With supervision of her choice… Open book. Considering your…Cultural handicap.”
"She didn't realize you were struggling so hard to fit in-- And were covering up your own insecurities with off color humor..."
Narcissa grinned, looking supremely pleased with herself—Considering she’d made similar arrangements for Dom. Though she’d really had to pull out all the stops for his Algebra… Tactics had been understandable, but Gym was still up in the air. She was trying to use Danger Room sessions as substitute credit… But she was still waiting on a reply email. Between Dom and Aren—And trying to keep them from failing…
It was a full time job.
Her hands folding in her lap, she kicked him gently—Tossing glittering blond hair over her shoulder as she smirked. “I know you hate both subjects…But it’s a bloody sweet deal…I am a golden goddess…You love me, admit it.” ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 10:32 pm
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Aren shrugged, feigning being abashed from her remark on his tardiness, if only for a second before his stereotypical, lopsided grin cracked on his face. “I wasn't aware we had a specific time.” She might have mentioned it... one or three times. Might have. But like most men, Aren had an innate ability to go deaf when important dates, reminders and unpleasant conversations came up.
Tutoring, even if it was with the bombshell of a leader... fell into the last category easily.
“I'm not opposed to learning...” He said slyly, a glint of teasing flashing in his eyes. “But I think you're focused on the wrong subjects, ki'somma.” With a raised eyebrow, he stalked over to her bed, only to back up; had he not been paying attention, he may have tripped over her desk chair when she took a finger to his chest.
He frowned, but did as she bade, even if it was a tad bit begrudging. And while she attempted to scold him, Aren could only laugh at the remark he'd made about Scott's god. He rolled his eyes heavenward. “Mister Goody-two shoes takes offense to everything if it's not in his favor. And what I said was true. If that was the basis of ethics and morality, him preaching and telling someone to do this and that... he sounds like a d**k.” He'd say that proudly for as long as he lived. Even if he didn't actually think it. There was no going back now that he knew it pressed Cyclops' buttons.
Some days, it was obvious to see why he sported red instead of blue. He groaned at the length of the paper and then narrowed his eyes contemplatively. “You think he'd check to see the period sizes?” It was a small tweak, to press the “control + f” thing, and replace all of the periods with a period three font sizes larger. One that most teachers wouldn't catch, and one he used as often as humanly possible. It'd lengthen his paper enough that much more. “And, can I pay someone to write it for me?” His grin indicated that he might try and sway her in that.
Because really, who gave a rat's a** about Scott's viewpoint on ethics?
“I'll read it afterward, that way if he decides to quiz me on it... he'll have no way to prove it wasn't mine.” Thank god he wasn't a telepath. Else he'd know that Aren didn't even take his own notes in that class.
“Surprisingly, I'm managing a C in his tactics class.” He said, trying to prove to the sun goddess that he wasn't completely hopeless. But that was only because he was good at that. And had nothing to do with the papers – he failed those consistently because he never turned them in. But the tests and how to go about doing things? Aren passed with flying colors, probably much to Scott's dismay.
Of the two classes, Aren had less trouble believing he'd pass ethics to government. Ethics he could at least hope to bullshit through – government required you to remember things that he never cared to learn in the first place. But as Cissa went on to explain what she'd worked out for him there, he almost stood to kiss her. Open book exams? He might be able to get through that. “Who's the supervision?” He drawled, sincerely hoping it was the girl in front of him.
Hopefully not Scott. Kitty wouldn't do that to him, right? Scott would be liable to time him.
“Ki'somma... for the government alone, I could kiss you.” Well, he'd proven earlier he could kiss her anyways. But that small note was beside the point. “So I don't really need to study for government then... just.. ethics.” He breathed out the word like it was painful.
A moment later he grinned, dimple forming in one cheek. “Why Ethics Matters.” He said, emphasizing each word out in the air in front of him. After that his hand fell to his side, just before snagging Narcissa and pulling her into his lap. “Tell me oh, wise... wonderful leader that I so obviously love. Why does ethics matter?” If left to his own devices, he'd likely just put up an eight page paper stating that it mattered so he could pass the course, and give very little input into the actual subject.
Surely Narcissa knew that of him at least. When given the opportunity, of course Aren Aquene would take it to be an a**. "There.. I have a title. How about that movie?"
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 12:06 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Narcissa's Dorm
Thinking: Hates, to be kept waiting.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════She narrowed her eyes faintly at his lackadaisical shrug in response to her calling him out… She’d specifically told him what time so she could get in a few hours in the gym before finishing her own work. The sun goddess was taking a few college courses—But she always read at least two chapters ahead… No matter the class, no matter the reason. She had the perpetual need to be at least two steps ahead of everyone. She did not like to be caught unaware—Ever.
“We can get to the subjects you like eventually.”, she returned easily, not at all missing the teasing glance he gave her. She knew well not to remain in a bed with only a book to distract her self with-- Not with Aren Aquene around—And clearly full of energy. Perhaps a movie would have been safe… It would be enough to distract him, his attention span-- Not the longest she'd ever seen. But with only a book between them and their teasing banter, that more often than not—Toed a line that she would never cross?
No.
“There’s something called a filter love… There are things you say to your teacher… And then there are things you do -not- say in front of them. Scott already seems to have a grudge against you—Lets not make it worse.”, she trailed off, her scolding only half hearted. To be honest, with herself, and her temporary student—She was far more amused than she ever should have been by his devil may care attitude. She’d said things, quite like it in the past few years.
“I wouldn’t doubt that he does. That trick is…Just old enough though, that it might escape his notice.”, Narcissa murmured in response to Aren’s question about the period sizes. She shook her head as she laughed, blond hair glittering in the fading sunlight that streamed through her open window—“No. You can’t pay someone to write it for you.”
“Trust me when I say… He will catch you on this, if you cheat.”, she informed him, doing her duty as a team leader to encourage her students to take the moral high ground. That lasted all of a minute before she shrugged eloquently, twisting a golden curl of hair about her little finger. “But if you want to take the chance of repeating this class, and you think you can get away with it—Be my guest.”
Narcissa really didn’t care how he passed… So long as he passed.
And it didn’t implicate her, in anyway.
“Who are you cheating off of to pass that class… Are they in ethics with you too?”, she questioned with an indelicate smirk—Though her expression fell slightly when he asked who his supervision was. “There’s no way Kitty would let me do it.. “
“She’s thick…But no one is that thick.”
No…Kitty had mentioned, that Isabella was free the period he needed to retake it… And that in the interest of fairness, that the Siren should be the one to oversee him. Isabella was just… That, bloody perfect. She wouldn’t let him cheat, nor would she short change him. She would be utterly, and completely fair. “I think it’ll be Isabella.”
God, how Narcissa hated her—Even thinking her name, ground on her nerves.
She smirked when he mentioned that he could kiss her—“But you won’t… Tease.”
Even though he already had. Near the ear, on the cheek—So didn’t count. To call one another a tease had become common place, an easy taunt that never failed to get a rise out of the other one. She chuckled at his pained words… Reaching out to pet his head, as if he were twelve and had just skinned his knee. “Yes dear, just ethics.”
She should have been prepared for him to tug her into his lap, or something like that—Considering the way he flirted with her like a ‘Surfer-Boy’ with a few bottles of liquid courage stoking his ego. Still, she breathed in deeply—Her arms curving about his neck to help steady herself. Her body automatically regulated itself—Still warmer than his own body temperature, but cooler than she was when she wasn’t focusing on it.
“I failed Ethics the first time. Why are you asking me?”, she responded flippantly, turning in his arms to open the laptop. Her torso was small enough that he could easily look over her shoulder. Typing the title of the paper he’d given her, she went back up and started filling in the approved heading. “Let me tell you how…Horrific it is, taking it all over.”
“One full page, single spaced… And then we can watch a movie.”, she acquiesced with a small smirk…No part of her wanted to write an Ethics paper anymore than he did. But she had all of her studiously taken notes from two years prior—And a quick glance of the syllabus told her it was the exact same thing. He should be able to write a decent paper off her notes alone—And fill in a BS Bibliography at the end. So long as they put it in his words--- Scott would ne none the wiser.
“But you have to focus.”, she warned, turning her blond head to look at him—Remaining in his lap, for the time being. She was willing to bet she was the faster typist anyway. “Or else I’ll make you write it on your own, and warn Scott you plan to cheat.”
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:40 am
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “Promise?” Aren asked, eyes alight with mischief that she could see lucidly. Obviously he was teasing, but of all the girls on the teams – she held her own against him. Always, she gave as good as she'd gotten. And it was what made her his favorite. Never once, would he say he grew bored of her company, when it was so entertaining to go back and forth with her. She toed the line just as often as he did, seeming to enjoy their endless game of cat and mouse.
“Filters...” The native shook his head, flashing a white smile in Narcissa's direction. “Why would I want those, when it's so fun to see Scooter's face turn redder than a tomato in the middle of July?” He pretended to pout. “Man has it out for me... maybe he's racist.” Of course, he was merely joking, but he couldn't help to continue. “Pasty b*****d doesn't like the red skins.”
Aren sighed when she said he'd not get away with it if he chose to cheat. “His way of ethics is boring... and biased in opinion.” Because he assumed his answers were right, and that no other viewpoint should be considered. “Most of his ethics for the course end up revolving around God.” And it wasn't that Aren didn't believe in a higher power – it was that he didn't like religion to be shoved down his throat. “It makes me feel like he's trying to save the savage.” His grin widened at that, shoulders shaking with his laughter. ”Pale faces have always been like that, you know. MUST CONVERT!”
He'd never admit it to anyone here, but a lot of his family believed in a correlation of the two religions, while they lent more stock to the native traditions, Christianity had long ago been weaved into their tapestry. People on the reservation often celebrated Christmas, Easter... But getting into religion with the native, all the same... was often a confusing endeavor, and best left alone.
Aren took a fist to his chest, pounding it once to make himself stop laughing. “Cheating in an Ethics class? Ki'somma... that defeats the whole purpose of the subject.” He said, chocolate orbs spelling mischief. “I would never... ever even consider it.” Even though, the idea was seeding rather nicely in his head. To cheat, simply because he'd enjoy the irony.
To give Cissa a little bit of hope that this wasn't a fruitless adventure, he admitted lightly that he was passing one of Scott's other courses. And that was simply due to test scores. Secretly, the size shifter was sure that the fact that Cyclops couldn't fail him in there was irritating him. Because those grudges, carried over from class to class. “I'm just good at that class. Common sense is a forte... and tactical information just clicks.” It was like math with maps.
“Kitty is sweet.” Aren nodded, agreeing. And she would have had to have been completely stupid to allow Cissa to administer the test, who would just bark out the answers so as to get it over with. Isabella though... he'd have absolutely no sway on her. Which meant, he'd actually have to look up the answers. And know some of them. He'd never even met the girl.
Damn.
Narcissa gave way to a sassy smirk when he said he could kiss her, just before calling him a tease. “I could, but you never kiss back.” This was so not a game to play, while they were in her bedroom... alone. Because just like he had in that poker game, he'd call all of her bluffs. “And besides... kissing you might lead to further distractions from getting this homework do-...” Well, he'd not argue with that. His lips brushed the closest thing available, still chaste... teasing against her neck, just after pulling her into his lap.
“You drive a hard bargain, Nina.” He said, whistling out a breath. “But let's get to work, while I still can focus. ” Even if he didn't want to.
“Over the course of this semester... the values of ethics I originally thought possible has been stretched beyond its limit, calling me to question, whether or not something is right, simply because I'm told it's right... Or if it's right, because there is a higher understanding of a moral high ground.” He sighed, completely bullshitting his way through the first part of the dictation.
It was then that he picked up her notes, picking a bullet point at random before continuing on. ”How's this sound so far?” Again, it wasn't that he was stupid... or at all incapable of doing it. Apathy when it came to the subject and the teacher, however... made it nigh impossible to do anything of use in the way of passing his classes. Narcissa served as more than just his typist – she right now, more importantly was his motivator. Because otherwise he'd not care.
“What movie did you want to watch?
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 12:50 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Narcissa's Dorm
Thinking: Hates, to be kept waiting.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════“I don’t make promises…I'm not sure I can keep.”, she responded automatically to Aren, a chuckle running through her small frame when he mentioned that Scott was racist… Even she knew, that couldn’t be. He preached equality and goodness… No…It was far more likely that the Headmaster simply didn’t appreciate his rakish humor.
“I know you’re still just a baby..”, Narcissa turned her head, raising her hand to rest it against his cheek—Long lashes fluttering softly as she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth...Body bent in such a way, that if he flinched, or moved a centimeter to the left, there wouldn’t be anything she could do about it. “And that you’ve got some growing to do…But eventually you’ll learn that sometimes you need to shut the hell up.”
She drew away before he could think one way or another on the issue with a sultry laugh, giving him a face full of shimmering golden hair instead of a perfect pair of rose colored lips. “Filters are occasionally necessary evils. Imagine how quickly Scott’s head would spin off like a top if I actually told him what I thought of him?”
“Maybe is trying to save you…”, she trailed off thoughtfully. Scott did often require Omega’s to Ethics… “Maybe he’s trying to save you from me…”
“I’ll have you know, I enjoy the savages the way they are…They needn’t convert to something so…Prudish. I’m all for dancing around a bonfire in the nude.”
Narcissa wouldn’t pretend to know that she knew what happened on a reservation… Except that for some reason, a bonfire and a lot of pipe weed came to mind. That, or a few voodoo rituals to bring down big brother. She grinned when he mentioned cheating on the Ethics class—Feeling his laughter vibrate against her back. She didn’t have to look at him to know what he would thinking…His tone of voice said it all. “Just remember—Cheating is at your own peril.”
“I don’t think Scott would give you another chance like this.”, she intoned thoughtfully, her azure eyes flickering as she clicked on her media player—Just letting some low instrumentals fill any silence.
She nodded her head when he explained tactics, chuckling faintly at the way he explained things. It was…Interesting that she actually cared to listen to one of her little young bloods for more than a yes ‘ma’am’ or a no ‘ma’am’… She wondered if it was simply because of his outlook on life—That which irritated her vaguely on the field…Intrigued her at home. “That’s good to hear. Most of the Omega’s are bloody awful at Tactics. That’s usually the class I end up giving advice in.”
“I’m not sure if…Sweet, is what I would call Kitty.”, Narcissa responded with a faint smirk. “Don’t worry…the Siren is…A dumb whelp…But a goody little white hat. She’ll treat you…Fairly. She doesn’t have it in her to sabotage anyone.”
“How would you know—If I would kiss back or not… Since, you’re the king of teases…And who’s to say you’d be able to distract me? I prefer men…Not innocent little Indians fresh off the reservation.”, she countered smoothly, chuckling as he cut off in midsentence—Pausing only once when she felt his lips press against the back of her neck… An invisible shiver went down her spine, an automatic response—That particular area incredibly sensitive. She remained still, and kept typing the heading…Smirking when he gave in to getting some work done.
“I make a hard bargain? Is that what I make hard?”
She kept on smirking, and typed what he dictated, her perfectly lacquered French nails clicking delicately on the keys… He was doing fairly well, especially once he picked up her notes…It made her chuckle that he could dictate an essay rather well—The sun goddess only had to make minor grammatical changes to keep from forming run on sentences. But other than that… It was shaping up nicely. She didn’t bother double spacing it right away, only doing so once she had hit the end of the first page.
When he asked how it sounded, she paused and scrolled up—Azure eyes flickering as she re-read what she’d typed out. Silence reigned for several moments, her dainty feet swinging whimsically to and fro. Her feet didn’t touch the ground when sitting in his lap.
“It looks good…”, she trailed off, adding a few small details—Before turning back to grin at him. “And… We’ve already done…”
“I figure…”, she trailed off, saving the document, and emailing Aren a copy—In case he wanted to work on it in his own time (Fat chance). “That we can meet for the next few afternoons and do a page or two day…Double spaced…It won’t take long at all… And we’re just one step closer to you not being kicked off my team.”
When he asked what movie she wanted to watch, she shrugged her shoulders…To be honest, she’d seen everything in her room at least twice… He was the one that was bankrupt when it came to pop culture. “Just pick one off the shelf you haven’t seen…”
She sat sideways in his lap now, fingers playfully playing in the hair at the base of his neck… Her expression was calm, disinterested—But her eyes glittered with amusement. “We have to broaden your horizons somehow… And Ethics clearly isn’t doing it for you...Unless you want to go downstairs and train with me.”════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:47 am
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ”Oh you don't, do you?” Aren asked, his voice falling deeper without his encouragement. “THen therein lies incentive to do this paper.” He said, grin cutting his features ear to ear. “Just to see... if you're actually promising.” Teasing, as always. But some days he wasn't sure if he always wanted it to stop there. If, and a big if there... if she'd give him the opportunity, that he'd deny it. Or rather, if she'd regret it.
Because basic math problem here:
Hot girl + guy = fun times. Straight from The Facts of Life: 101.
A raised eyebrow was all he could give as his response to being called a baby, her warm hand cupping his cheek. But as her lips came precariously close, Aren's head turned... aiming to take on the kiss in full, his features enhanced with his amusement just for a split second before his tongue flipped against her bottom lip easily – her taste something not far from honey. She pulled back too quickly, “A baby doesn't do that – let alone near as well as I can.” He said, leaning up to kiss her just once more before settling back into his seat – the teasing over for now. “But if that's a reward for staying quiet, I'm sure I can manage.” The native retorted, quite sure that shed found his jokes in class humorous when she'd first heard them. It was just that, because she was the team leader, it was her job to try and tell him it was poor conduct.
Another chuckle rose from his chest when she gave him the image of Scott's head spinning like a top – something about it much too amusing to pass up. “You should do that during final's week.” He suggested, firmly nodding about the prospect of getting out of two of his exams. “It'd save me a lot of grief.” He stated sagely.
“I won't cheat, Cissa.” He assured her breezily, rolling his eyes heavenward during his next words. “You'd miss me too much if I were kicked off your team – and I don't like to disappoint pretty ladies if I can help it.” True, she probably would miss him; despite all the horrible things said about Narcissa, she wasn't a complete monster... and she cared about her own. Yes, the Alphas could go blow themselves – but anyone bearing Omega colors were hers to hen.
Aren shrugged easily at her compliment about how he was good at Tactics. “I'm pretty sure that Scooter would like to fail me in that... it's just proven impossible thus far. Making snide remarks in there can't shave off any points in Morality Participation.” He said, only half joking. At her remarks about the Alpha leader, Aren put a hand to his chest. “Why would she want to sabotage me?” He countered, grinning. “That thought hadn't even crossed my mind.” More what had, was that he'd not be able to sweet talk her into helping him.... charming someone who was in a perfect relationship didn't usually get too far. Not that he wouldn't be tempted to try.
Not for the first time, Aren heaved a sigh, his eyes drifting upwards in a roll. “King of Teases? Ki'somma... you've been making promises since day one. I still never got that brand.” He countered, grinning. His lips brushed her neck, and he'd have been completely idiotic not to know it had effected her. “There is little about me, ki'somma that's innocent.” He said darkly before raising an eyebrow. “But, a decent guy doesn't give out all of his secrets.”
He left it at that, only chuckling further when she made the innuendo. “Was that a challenge, or you fishing for invitation to find out?” He teased, before giving in to actually getting accomplished what he was here for. While he was sure that he could go back and forth with Cissa all day – he needed to get the work done. They finished quickly – bullshitting his way through it, the British bombshell typed up what he had to say. The results... were far better than what he would have done, had he been required to just sit down and write it all out. Speeches on the fly? Those Aren could do... writing it all out? He didn't have the patience.
“I'd rather not get kicked off.” Aren agreed. Had it not been for that, he'd not be here... doing his homework. “It sounds like a plan, ki'somma. And then I guess... we'll tackle Kitty's re-take of the test..” Really, he just needed to mark tabs on where to find the answers in his book... stickies would do well for this.
Turning to her shelves... Aren tapped a finger to his mouth, trying to figure out just what movie sounded interesting. Randomly, he lifted Eurotrip from the shelf and waved it in the air for her approval. “This sound good?”
Aren's eyes glittered with amusement when she mentioned training. “That depends ki'somma... which downstairs are we talking about?”
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:35 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Narcissa's Dorm
Thinking: Scotty Doesn't KnowXXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════“As long as you finish this paper—I don’t much care what incentive helps you. So long as it gets done.”, the sun goddess intoned airily, her hand waving in the air in obvious dismissal. He was in the perpetual mode of a teasing rake, and she had already decided that if he could stop chatting her up for ten seconds…There might be an intelligent brain behind all that bravado and manly espionage. It was…Clear to her that he liked her, at least her looks—Far more than was healthy…But she was used to that. He reacted like any other red blooded man… So while his wandering eyes were amusing, she thought little of it.
She hadn’t outwardly reacted to his tongue flicking against her lower lip, her head turning away too quickly for him to catch her expression. Though it smoothed quickly, her lilting British tones sweeping from her as a breeze scattered away leaves in autumn. Not without its gentleness, but pushing away—Nevertheless. “Perhaps you haven’t been around any babies—But they can drool too.”
“And most of the them, better than that.”, the Red Queen returned, her well manicured nails clicking rapidly on the keys—Hands naturally falling into the home position. He was correct in thinking that she’d taken great amusement in hearing what he’s said to Scott…But since she was trying to put fourth a decent effort in her old age at being a well adjusted member of society…Outwardly, she couldn’t condone him telling Scott that his God sounded like a d**k.
But she could laugh about it all she wanted in private. “Cheers then, Sacajawea. If you want to drool on me for a reward—I’ll find you a bib.”
She chuckled when he suggested she make Scott lose his composure during finals week—Her hair glimmering in the light like molten gold as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. “What haven’t you understood you? I’m your Jesus, and I cause you grief. It’s what I do.”
“I won’t lie…If Emma removed you from the team…I’m not above sub-contracting a technopath to alter your grades in the system.”, Narcissa responded teasingly, snickering about the pretty ladies comment. She deliberately leaned back against him after a moment, letting her head tilt to rest back on his shoulder for a moment. “She doesn’t care what I do… As long as I don’t get caught.”
“But—“, she sat up, looking towards him with a narrowed eye… “That is a last resort. No failing on purpose.”
“Scooter would love to fail any Omega…Odd, because he’s so fond of Emma. He favors his own.”, she trailed off letting her pointer finger run a small circle on Aren’s shoulder. It was well known that Scott was actually well liked by those that wore black and blue… Just as Emma tended to hold her protégés in higher regard. It was barely noticeable—Unless you were someone like Aren, who thought that insults were a way into Scott’s heart. “Isabella wouldn’t sabotage you. Just don’t count on any assistance.”
“You’re already branded.”, she responded to his claim that he’d never been stuck with a hot poker. The day at the island, she’d been a little…Out of it. The brand she’d been referring to had actually correlated to being one of her Omega’s. Every one of her team members had an invisible mark that made others shy away from them—Or respect them. And in her case, bring endless fear. “But if you’d prefer to be marked on the rear like a nice cow… I can arrange it.”
Her words paused at his kiss to her neck… His darkness of his tone causing her to remain still. As always…She let things progress to a point—Before she found some obtuse way to put distance between them. Perhaps not physical, but metaphorical distance…Enough to keep the innocence he claimed not to have in tact.
He asked her whether it was a challenge or not—And a smirk touched her glossed lips. “I’ll get back to you on that. Though that had better be your wallet digging into me.”
He pulled Eurotrip off the shelf, and she eyed it for a moment—Mentally trying to remember what it was. At Holidays, members of the Academy often got her presents that she had little interest in…But on a rainy day, she’d popped the movie in and found it…Bloody hilarious. So the blue ray case was now well worn at the seams. She crawled into the bed and grabbed the remote from the nightstand, leaning back into the pillows—Turning on the entertainment system, expecting him to put the DVD in.
Her eyes glittered, almost dangerously from beneath the white canopy of her four poster at his final comment. “Which downstairs do you think, Aquene?”
“Both of them…I’d suggest you know what you’re doing before attempting… And considering you’re vastly undereducated… It would likely, be me training you.”, she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, again causing it to glitter in the darker light—Skin just a touch brighter than a normal humans would be. It was just enough to draw the eye—Make one ooo and ah about her loveliness…What a healthy glow, so subtle. Not enough to say mutant. “And I’m not in the mood to play teacher anymore today.”
She patted the space on the bed beside her, and her expression changed as she grinned cheekily. “Don’t worry. You’ll like this movie. It has lady parts.”
And a huge old man sausage fest. But he’d find that out soon enough.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 1:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Aren couldn't help but grin at how wide Cissa left her statement open. “Even if the incentive is you?” Though, he'd venture to guess she'd much rather him try and get her over an Alpha – she didn't exactly encourage her Omegas consorting with the blue team. “I've been around plenty of babies, ki'somma...” And while she didn't outwardly react, he'd expected her to push away; the match of them meant only for banter. One didn't date their superior – it was an unspoken rule.
“I'm sure.” He said, grinning despite his tone being incredulous to her saying that an infant could do better than that. Her fingertips clicked against the keyboard, reminding him subtly that they needed to get back to work. “But as much as I like babies, I'm pretty sure that baby drool isn't exactly a turn on. However, if given the right opportunity...” Aren trailed off, raising an eyebrow mischievously. It was difficult, not to flirt with her, when she warmed his lap so well.
He sighed at her calling him Sacajawea, shaking his head. “Not even the same type of native, ki'somma. She was a Shoshone... and most people don't even get her name right. It's Cagáàgawia.” He said, the native lilt in his voice more evident then, as it rolled off of his tongue. “But no bibs will be necessary though... I promise.” One of his eyes did a lithe wink.
“You should pretend to be Scott's Jesus. Blackfoot don't have one. It'd make much more sense for you to act that out upon him.” He replied without missing a beat. He could have tried to explain their religion to her, but he really didn't think she'd care to know what the Natives had believed, any more than what Scott believed. “But, if you were my Jesus, you'd technically be my savior if you got me out of an ethics final.”
The fact that she was willing to cheat for him to stay on the team made him feel appreciated, only confirmed what he'd told her before. That she would miss him. “They can do that?” He asked, tilting his head. “Someone should have told me about that a long time ago.” For now he didn't say anything about the fact that she liked him, allowing it to pass without jest when she leaned back into him. And it took, a lot of effort to not think that she fit perfectly there, because such thoughts would end the game for him. And she'd likely still be playing.
The warm finger tracing a circled on his shoulder was soothing as she continued to talk about Cyclops. “I've noticed.” Aren clipped. “Though I'd like to maintain the idea that he's racist against outspoken Natives.” Not true, and Cissa had to know that he was merely joking. Anyone who spent any amount of time with the senior X-man would know that he preached about equality. It was sort of hypocritical, for him to treat the Alphas better than the Omegas... but then again, he spent more time with them, so of course he'd favor that group over that of his girlfriend's.
“Honestly though... it's an open book exam.. how hard can it be?” Aren asked, when Cissa mentioned that Bella wouldn't help him. Cissa would have given him the answers, just so that it'd be over that much faster. “There isn't a time limit on it... you want me to waste an entire one of her afternoons?” He asked slyly, grinning because it'd likely make Narcissa giggle to know that Bella was stuck in a room, babysitting someone who was merely playing a game.
The branding conversation had been something to remember on Catalina, where she'd promised to mark him for hers... and he'd taken the literal sense of it for shits and giggles. They'd both been, far more open, more intense on the nerve gas stuff that they'd been given. “Only if I get to see what you're putting there first, ki'somma. Though, I'm pretty sure the lady friends would be insanely jealous of it...” He swallowed then, shaking his head. “We'll skip an actual brand for now. Until you end up getting me drunk or something. Then at least, I'd have an awesome story to explain the scar.”
She paused when his lips brushed the flesh on her neck, letting him know that on some level, she was effected by him, whether she wanted to be or not. She was, just like he was when she enveloped him in her warmth. The smirk on her lips was nefarious, and brought one of his own to match. “Why, ki'somma... what ever are you talking about?” He asked, feigning innocence, as if there actually was something digging into her.
He picked a movie off the shelf, and Cissa crawled into bed, a sight for sore eyes to be sure. “The one I'm more interested in.” He responded, giving no leeway to which one he was talking about. “But, if it's the downstairs I can find up here...” Not to sound like a cad, but he'd not need instruction. “I think I can manage on my own. Not every man is as inept as you women seem to think.”
They watched the movie, both laughing where it was appropriate – some parts she had to pause and explain the references, because there were things that he simply wasn't aware of about Europe. Once the movie was done, Aren stretched, joints not quite stiff from sitting in the bed with her, and.. surprisingly, he behaved himself as they watched the movie, proving that he wasn't a constant wretch. Just when it there was nothing more amusing to do.
And here lately, there hadn't been, so Cissa received the brunt of his boredom full force, because she at the very least was interesting. “Dinner time.” He said, when his stomach started to grumble. “You want to come? I'm pretty sure they'll have some sort of chocolate dessert for you to gorge yourself on.”
Otherwise, he'd see her tomorrow... same place, same time.. to work on that damned assignment, and eventually tab up his government book so it'd be easy to find the answers. Yippee.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 3:01 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Narcissa's Dorm
Thinking: Scotty Doesn't KnowXXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════“Even if it’s me, Tiny…”, she responded, eyelashes batting coquettishly—Azure orbs flashing in the light with teasing temptation. She couldn’t help herself when it came to this…Smooth talking, red skin. He was just so easy banter with—No strings, no repercussions. There was always a line that needed to be drawn however… And most of the time she was the one to draw it.
He was her subordinate—And her team mate. Nothing good could ever come, from truly fraternizing with one of her Omega’s… She wouldn’t take advantage of her position that way. Not like the leader before her head done.
She’d done it once. Never, ever, again.
She thwapped him in the shoulder with the back of her hand when he mentioned being given the right opportunity, shaking her head as a chuckle ran through her—Hair hiding her face. Sometimes, she wondered if he really was even legal. On occasion he was simply too… Cute for words.
He asked how hard an open exam could be, and the sun goddess shook her head in amusement…How hard could it be? “If we don’t study…It’ll still be cumbersome.”
Hearing his offer to make the test take all day, just to keep Bella locked in the room with a wasted afternoon—She laughed aloud, her wintry eyes melting—Allowing light to show through, taking a deep moment of pleasure in the thought of tormenting the Alpha leader. “You’ve no idea how tempting that is…”
“I’ll get back to you on that.”, she affirmed, her face becoming contemplative as she saved the file and emailed it to him. Which was really a senseless thing because if it weren’t for her insistence—He wouldn’t work on it at all. But she couldn’t fathom the idea of him, or Dom leaving her team over something so silly as having an extreme apathy to school work. It was just silly. “But honestly…I doubt Kitty will make it a breeze. I would expect questions that might catch you completely off guard.”
“Get you drunk? Wait till you’re twenty one, and then we’ll talk. I don’t take babies on benders.”, she responded to Aren teasingly, enjoying the way he reacted to being called a child. Narcissa rightly didn’t give a damn what his ‘Lady’ friends thought… They were mostly Alpha’s. “And you’ll get what I give you, Tiny.”
Tilting her head towards him—She let her fingertips heat and she let her hand glide up the side of the leg that she sat so daintily upon… Getting warmer the higher she went, just before the point that it would have felt uncomfortable on bare skin. “Why don’t I just brand you now? I’m sure we can make up an…Interesting story…”
She laughed as he blatantly feigned innocence, and let her fingers cool against his skin.
“I’d let you bite me, if the pain got too intense.”, the sun goddess winked at him before drawing away to let him pick the movie—Settling into the bed easily, watching him put the blue ray in…His words about men not being as inept as she thought making her shake her head. She’d had her fair share of so called…Men that knew what they were doing. Most of them she blew off the minute they opened their mouths… She could usually tell within ten minutes of knowing someone, whether she was going to like them or not.
There was never any need for a second date.
“Oh—I’m fairly certain that you would need a map to get from here to the mall… Let alone, step by step directions to making a woman happy.”, Narcissa intoned haughtily, scarlet lips curving into a perfect smirk—Refusing to acknowledge which downstairs he may or may not have been referring to. She simply ignored the whole comment… There was nothing, nothing that she could say that could be considered kosher.
She snickered at the beginning of the movie…Eurotrip, was a reason why she’d named her car first car Fiona. No joke. Poor Scotty was such a tool… And his friends were no better. But something about it was just charming enough that she understood and caught the humor—Enough that she could explain the pieces to Aren that confused him.
They sat close, but not overly near—But enough that their shoulders brushed, if either moved one way or the other… It was all part of the tenuous balance they maintained. He stretched out when it was over, and het gaze flickered for a moment… Choosing to ignore any form of appeal that his motions brought her. His stomach growling ruined it, and she shook her head—Willing any thoughts to leave her mind completely.
Her eyebrow rose when he mentioned her gorging herself on a chocolate cake—Her head tilting as she looked affronted…Before her face became firm. “Get out.”
She slid off the bed, and walked towards the full length mirror—Eyeing her form from every angle. Did he think she was fat? He expected her to gorge herself—Just because she happened to like chocolate? One thing she was...Faintly sensitive about, was her eating habits...She pretended to like food, occasionally for others sakes...But otherwise she didn't know the first thing about it... What gave him the right to pick at her? Her blue eyes turned to glare at him. “We are no longer speaking.”
“I am not fat.”
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:47 am
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Narcissa truly had the ability that might make most men drop on their knees, begging for a chance with her... especially when she fluttered her eyelashes, and her blue eyes sparkled with an unspoken promise that Aren wasn't entirely sure she'd meant to convey. Granted, the native wasn't most men.... and he'd not ever be one to beg, but... he enjoyed her company thoroughly. Few women could dish out what half as good as they got, and she was always good for that. And it was obvious, that she thought the same of him, despite the fact that she was nearly always the one that re-drew the line that both of them liked to toe.
They were teammates; the line had to be re-drawn... otherwise things would get messy. What with both of them being so cavalier... it might have worked, if she weren't his boss. If, they were on even playing fields.
But they weren't. So Aren didn't think anything of it when she chose to put a distance between them. The back of her hand collided playfully against his shoulder, the chuckle that his words had elicited meant he'd won, even though he couldn't see her expression through the curtain of platinum hair.
“I like it when you say 'we' like that, as though you're going to be learning the material too.” Well, rather... that she would be learning the material, while he half-assed his way through the rest of the class. “It's an open book exam. And Kitty wouldn't set out to make me fail, if she finds out that I pulled my grade up in Scott's class.” Oh, to play the teachers against each other... it was a dirty trick, but Cissa had used it. Why shouldn't he?
She laughed again, when he mentioned taking all day, just so that Bella's day was wasted... “I figured you'd like that idea.” He said, chuckling. Truly, he had nothing against the songbird. But, it was Narcissa's amusement he was aiming for now... something he usually acquired pretty easily.
Though... it would be an open book exam... he really couldn't expect it to be a breeze. She'd probably go for more application questions, to see if he understood the material, rather than have him spout off a bunch of stuff from memorization. “One could always hope... and hang onto that dream like believing in it will make it come true.” He said, grinning. “I'm feeling lucky.”
It was a joke... as usual... but a part all of him did wish that this would be the case. His life would be so much simpler.
The conversation segued into one about the indulgences of alcohol... and how that'd be why he'd agree to being branded like a cow – another grin traced his lips when she told him to turn 21 first. “Ki'somma... I'm a far, far cry from being a baby. And while I don't know what in the world a 'bender' is... I'll be happy to schedule a date with you on August 15th in two years.”
“You know though... it's normally the man that tells the woman that.” His eyes lit up, melting. “But I trust you to do something tasteful.” After all, she wouldn't want her name to be at all labeled tacky, anywhere. The way she warmed his skin, getting warmer as her fingers climbed higher, was a sensation to be repeated, and he sighed when she let her fingers cool. “Tease.” He accused quietly in her ear.
She offered to let him bite her, and Aren's laugh somehow managed to be in the same tone that he normally used, instead of an octave deeper. “My choice where? Because if so, I'm in.” He joked, following her onto the bed.
“You want to test your theory on that, Ki'somma? The bed's right here.. and Kerri won't be back for a while.” he said, his tone just a tad darker when she said that he wouldn't know what to do, without a map.
Once the movie was done, he apparently made a poor choice in words, not thinking that Cissa would be at all sensitive about her weight, when she was so tiny in stature. Her face was firm, and Aren shook his head. “Of all the things, that you take seriously...” He muttered under his breath, letting her ire roll off of his back. “Really, Ki'somma you eat like a bird... quit even contemplating that you're fat... when the wind could likely knock you over.”
He followed her over to the mirror, and tucked his chin between her shoulder and neck.... the small pocket perfect to kneel down into. “Gorge wasn't the right word, Narcissa... merely that I don't expect you to eat... anything I put on my plate.” Because it was rare that she ate anything but chocolate... which she savored in an adorable fashion as it flavored her taste buds.
His hands drew down to her waist, pulling her flush against him as he continued in her ear. “But if we aren't speaking, does this mean we get to do other things?” Aren asked darkly, the grin evident in his tone. “I'll put off my hunger for that...” Which was a feat in and of itself. The native, like most young men... led a life that revolved around food...
“Though... I do like it when you eat chocolate.. your facial expressions when it's to your liking is possibly the best sight on campus.” Maybe she should gorge herself. If only to prolong the experience.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 6:52 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location:To the Cafeteria
Thinking: Scotty Doesn't KnowXXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════“I didn’t really learn it the first two times—Maybe the third time is the charm?”, she questioned with a disbelieving chuckle. She firmly disagreed with most of what they taught in ethics. So very little of it had stayed with her past exam days… Not once, had she had a potentially ethical crisis that these classes had done her any good with. “Scooter always asked me—How I could ever hope to make a good team leader, if I couldn’t grasp basic ethics…”
“I landed in detention when I told him that it wasn’t that I didn’t understand it… He taught it wrong.”, she sniggered, though he was unable to see her face—Her tone was even…Caught somewhere between nostalgia and a fond memory. Things had been much easier as a student. “I had to write… A hundred times, what my promise would be to my team… We all have them. Some kind of promise that the advisors make us turn in. Isabella’s was something about, doing her best to keep her team safe… Mine was—Only barely acceptable. That I would… Perhaps not make the most morally correct decisions—But that I would make the right decisions for them.”
“Scooter didn’t like that either.”
“It’s a date then. Two years—And I’ll drag you through every club and bar humanly possible… And when you’re too knackered to stand, I’ll set you up with that brand.”, the fact that he didn’t know what a bender was, made her chuckle… The sun goddess didn’t bother explaining. He’d find out what it was soon enough.
He told her that it was usually the man that told the woman, they’d get what they got—And she laughed. The short lived, bra burning feminist that resided deep within her had a happy moment as she mentally thought up an argument to combat that statement. Instead, her eyes rolled heavenward and she chuckled… “Of course it will be tasteful.”
She tossed her hair back, tilting her head to look at him with a rather ‘Duh’ expression on her features—As if he should shudder to think, she would ever do anything that wasn’t stylish. He called her a tease as she drew away, his soft voice in her ear making her move all the faster. Sometimes, he was too…Smooth, for his own good. “You keep calling me that… I think you’d drop a golden egg if you found out the truth.”
“I suppose your choice—You are, after all the brandee.”, she acquiesced in a mock altruistic tone, resting back in the too soft pillows that she barely ever used. Though she paused, giving her a look of perfect scorn when he asked if she wanted to test her theory on his…Navigation skills.
“Test it? –Test- it? I like men who know what they’re doing—Thank you.”, Narcissa responded with a smirk as the opening credits rolled in—Letting the topic die as the movie started. For the love of God, she was going to have ‘Scotty Doesn’t Know’ stuck in her head all night.
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It wasn’t that Narcissa was…Overly sensitive about her weight—But she could occasionally be… Fickle, about her eating habits. She knew that what she ate wasn’t normal…Would likely kill a normal human… Her diet was 60% chocolate substance, 35% & tea, and 5%...Other. She’d gotten so disillusioned with food that she often confused what things tasted like. She looked away when he muttered at her, her arms crossing… She muttered under her breath, her right rip cocking to the side as her arms crossed…“I eat like a bird—Like a mutant, freak bird.”
Her strange tastes were just… One more reminder that she wasn’t normal—Could never be, normal.
Aren was her friend. Oddly enough… These were things that didn’t happen often for her…Friends… They were so hard to come by… It bothered her, the thought, that he believed her a freak.
He followed her, seeming not to care or notice who she was—And that the appropriate response to her anger was duck and cover… Not follow. And certainly not follow and touch her. But as his chin made contact with her— Resting between a soft, sensitive area on her shoulder that made her hold her breath…Her ire slowly started to deflate. His explanation helped, and her firm face slowly melted into a mollified pout… “You’re right. You eat crap.”
Doritos, and pizza. If he could help it, stuffed crust.
Narcissa didn’t resist as his hands moved down, about her waist—Tugging her back against him—His words in her ear again leaving her silent for a moment… It wasn’t what he said… Not entirely, it was more the way he said it…Her voice responded in kind, quiet—Liquid velvet and silk… “It depends on what you mean by other things…”
She chuckled softly, breaking the teasing spell as she let her hands rest above his… Not missing, the way they looked in the mirror. For a second, a brief second she let herself lean against him…Feel him warmth…Her eyes flickered to the mirror again, and her own eyes stared back at her… That was what forced her to slip from his arms, and head to her vanity—Picking up a powder brush, that she delicately dabbed at her nose with. They hadn’t looked like team leader and team member… They’d started to look different. Too close, and Narcissa had to keep drawing the line—Had to keep pulling away.
It was for his own good. He’d thank her later.
“We’d better get going…You know what they say—Feed one hunger, feed another… And food is the safer option. “, she spoke lightly, smirking as she put down the powder brush, and slipped by him—Just barely touching to get to the door, laughter exiting her. “Since you like it so much—I’ll be sure to have some.”
“So long as we don’t use the ‘G’ word.”, she teased, Leaving the door open for him to follow… He could shut it on his way out. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:06 pm
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chocolate eyes widened with a small hint of astonishment.. that they'd forced her to take the class not once, not twice... but three times. This was only his first round, but he'd heard whispers that a lot of Omega bloods had to take the class over. Something about the team eroded their sense of morality... or Omegas just attracted that particular brand... whose ideas in ethics was often questionable.
He sniggered along with her when she mentioned that she'd voiced her opinions on Scott's teaching style. That had to have set his ears to a new shade of red... Aren wished he could have seen it. But she spoke of the promise that she'd made to her team – an assignment that had carried over into the term paper for the semester for his class. Aren hadn't even started it... despite having known about the assignment since January.
Narcissa's promise seemed more genuine than the two cents that Bella had come up with. Being on the team, meant you forfeited safety. Anyone who'd been on a mission with them knew that. Safety was given to those off the teams, while those promoted worked like soldiers to make sure nothing of harm came to the innocent. “I like yours; it suits exactly what the Omegas stand for.”
He had no idea what he'd come up with as his thesis. Really, what thoughts he had put in... hadn't been all that great. Promises weren't something to take lightly by the Blackfoot native. If he put it into writing, and turned it in... it wouldn't be merely for an assignment – he'd commit to whatever he wrote. But the team experience hadn't given him much to go on.
They were supposed to be meaningful, reflect what they were to the team.
Aren was comic relief, plain and simple.
And that didn't fit with an ethics class. “I still need to come up with mine for the end of the semester. Scott thought it a good idea to make all of us turn one in.” Chocolate eyes rolled upward to indicate that he didn't take it seriously, even though it had been something which took up some time in his conscience. Narcissa knew the flirtatious, smooth talking rake that Aren tended to be. The teams didn't know his true happiness – that only experienced thus far in Montana... they didn't know the devotion he showed his tribe. They knew the cavalier native.. who didn't take the team as a way of life, but as a ticket to pass the time while he learned. Granted, Aren loved the Omegas... they were his home away from home and when on a mission, his carefree attitude made it to the field, lightening the mood in the midst of their chaos.
It was stress relief. And yes, he'd proven his use to them, taken anything they'd given him and made the best of it. No one could say he wasn't committed, that he didn't belong. But what, could the size shifter truly promise a group of teens and young adults?
That, no matter the circumstance, he'd keep his optimism? That he'd crack a joke? Steal the men's girls? None of it fit. A part of him wanted to ask, if he could change the assignment to fit the members of his tribe, instead of the Omegas. That, would be easy... and Aren would write the paper without any hesitation.
“I was thinking... I'll write mine, devoting my unrelenting quest to woo you.” Aren cheesed, keeping the deeper part of him carefully hidden. That, was on a need to know basis.
Aren chuckled when the switched conversations to the bar... and how she was going to get him drunk. “Ki'somma.. I didn't think it'd ever happen.. but I think I have a date with you.. now I just need to see a time manipulator..” He teased, grinning mischievously. “So that you won't keep me waiting.” Some part of him knew just as well as she did, that if they both quit denying the unofficially unspoken attraction between them... they'd have a date before then.
But, she was off limits. One didn't date superiors. Or their subordinates.
She didn't explain the “bender” reference, and Aren made a mental note to google it later. “Anything with your name on it has to be tasteful... or it'll tarnish your reputation.” As if she truly cared about such a thing... if she did, then she would probably cry herself to sleep at night from all the horrid things said about her. The size shifter took a peek at her, scrutinizing the idea... and decided that it had a snowball's chance in hell.
His chuckle got darker when she had a retort ready for him calling her a tease, though obviously affected by his proximity. He'd have had to have been blind to not see that, especially when she made haste to separate them. “Ki'somma, I've already got the truth. But if I'm living in a world of deception, where my ideas of you being a tease are way off the mark, I'd be happy for you to prove me and my theories wrong.” He chirped, mirth thick in his tone.
“Unless I can find a time manipulator... I've two years to think about it, so I'll come up with something good, I promise.” Aren piped in, looking towards the ceiling as though he were already contemplating designs for the brand she promised him.
Aren huffed, as though exasperated by her accusation... the same as it always was. “I meant, you testing it.. Not that I'm inexperienced Ki'somma... you're ridiculous to think I'm still so innocent. But your navigation skills could probably use some practice.” He grinned, a flash of straight white teeth behind his lips. “Don't feel bad though, Ki'somma... there are only so many “no's” in every good little tease.” The opening credits rolled in with his laughter, and Aren for now... was content to watch the movie.
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He'd not expected her to be touchy over bad word choice on his part. His ******** up - but one he intended to fix, the way he usually did everyone else's when it came to the sun goddess. Sometimes, he wondered if his ability to cool her temper was a secondary mutation, considering that he did it with such ease.
“You eat what you like.” Aren murmured, shaking his head at her offense. “True you eat like a bird.. but it's a cute bird all the same.” He said, grinning, coming closer to her... not at all in agreement that she was a freak.
“I like my junk food... Doritos were something I hadn't tried until I got to the academy...” Aren explained, a lopsided grin proving the existence of dimples in his cheeks. He rested his chin against her, not noticing that she held her breath for a moment... instead fixated on her features in the mirror. His eyes, softer as he took in her visage, watching her ire melt into something more kittenish, relaxed.
His hands glided down to her hips smoothly, pulling her against him without any resistance from her. She needed the comfort, and Aren would always give it to her freely – especially seeing as it was he this time, that had afflicted her pride. But, when he suggested that they occupy their time with other things, the tenor of her voice was hard to deny... that some part of her might have been tempted... were he not a forbidden fruit on the proverbial tree.
A small note of satisfaction welled within him at the fact that his leader was attracted to him, no matter how slight the feeling was. Even if she'd never admit it to herself.
Her hands rested against his own, and for a brief moment she relaxed into him, like she belonged there. But just as she peered at the reflection, he did the same... noticing like she did, how they didn't look like team members, but something much, much more personal. Aren didn't try to hold her to him – teasing her had become one of his favorite past times... So he didn't ever truly expect her to take his flirting seriously.
“The other hunger, I'm sure is the most fun option though. And since when do Omegas go for what's safe?” He asked, completely kidding as he followed her out the door, shutting it behind him. “Though, pizza does sound good...”
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 4:57 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location:To the Cafeteria
Thinking: Scotty Doesn't KnowXXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════The image of the two of them standing in the mirror together… It stayed with her as they walked downstairs to the cafeteria. She didn’t know what it was about the Blackfoot native, that drew her, that soothed her where no one else could… Something about his carefree personality that made his presence a guilty pleasure for her. Usually she surrounded herself with people that were…Akin to the Red Queen. With the exception of Kerrigan, though she was a ginger, she stayed around people that had the penchant for being as hard and cruel as she was.
So her enjoyment of this banter—Or even, of the banter she occasionally had with the Slovenian, Dice, was strange to her.
The sun goddess was…Comforted by things like touch. The warmth that came with it… Where some people strove to have conversations… She would just as soon sit quietly beside someone, and read a book. Or a magazine, in the case of those in the Academy… She liked keeping up the appearance that she was a dumb blonde. Aren allowed her that… Though usually, witty comments filled the void between them… But it was all part of some entertaining game they’d started back on Catalina…
Where every five minutes she was forced to draw the line. And when he crossed it…Draw a new line. He was her team member…Her subordinate. She wouldn’t take advantage of him the way other team leaders had taken advantage of their charges before. She wouldn’t… Take liberties, that were not hers to take.
As good as they looked together in the mirror…As…perfect, his muscled torso felt against her back…As much fire as she felt in his embrace… The firm way he held to her hips…It was all just a game. A meaningless, game.
They were friends. And there was a line—That friends could never cross.
Not even if he constantly tempted her, trying her patience. The desire to push past the harmless banter was there…Hidden deeply between layers of duty and a fierce need to be a better leader to him, than her leader had been to her.
Teasing she could handle. This game—She could handle. She knew what she did to men… What they thought of when they looked at her for too long… That she could turn strong willed individuals into a melted mess with a simple sultry flicker of her eyes. One come hither look, was all it took… So the art of leading a man to a road that went nowhere? She was well versed. And Aren didn’t seem to mind… It was only for entertainment.
“So…This assignment—Your devotion to woo me? I might condone it… If only because Scott might have a coronary…”, she teased as she let her hand slide along the banister as they descended the main staircase—Her hair seeming to glitter like a thousand stars in the light that reflected from the large chandelier. “But… I’d be careful. Too much might land you a team change.”
She cast him a sidelong glance, and amused smirk on her face… “Omega’s take the safe route, when any other route may injure another Omega. We don’t hurt our own, if we can help it.”
Ah—She could draw the line, and have an Omega lesson at the same time. Yes, she was simply that good.
Whether she was attracted to him or not was irrelevant… The Red Queen needed nothing, and no one. Was attracted to one. She’d tried it before…And it had ended in flames.
Narcissa wasn’t in the habit of repeating her mistakes.
She chuckled at his want for pizza, and as the walked into the cafeteria—She nodded towards the far side. “You’re in luck…Pizza is on the menu.”
“And I’m in luck. Brownie’s on the menu. Brownie's...Chocolate milk...”, Narcissa corrected, content to follow him towards the pizza—And then they could scope out some chocolate for her. Food was just a frivuolous treat to her. For Aren, he was actually hungry. Students moved quickly, out of her way when they saw her coming… She schooled her features into ice, her expression threatening and cruel. The line that was ten people deep cut down to one…Just the one that was ahead of them, already ordering…The poor chap likely didn’t realize he had the Omega Leader and one of her demons behind her.
Since that was a new rumor… That she’d truly come back from Limbo part demon, and that she was slowly converting Omega’s into demons that would do her bidding, and be her evil minions.
The second year that stood in front of them looked back, to talk to a friend that had been behind him—And froze in place, seeing the golden goddess that everyone loved to hate, and feared beyond measure. The boy didn’t even finish ordering, he just stammered an apology and high tailed it to another line.
Narcissa hid a chuckle. “You must admit… There are perks to hanging out with the school bully.”
“Though I have to wonder—Why you don’t turn tail and run…”, the blond placed a hand over her heart, looking up at him dramatically, “Don’t I scare you enough, Aquene?”
She smirked as she looked around… Her usual table was empty. No one ever sat at it… Unless they knew her, or were one of her own. There didn’t seem to be a high congregation of Alpha’s or Omeg’s in the dining area for the moment… And she was content with that. Anyone in the cafeteria at the moment, she could simply glare at, at they’d skitter away with their tail betwixt their legs.
Narcissa sent him a coquettish flutter of her eyelashes, “Perhaps I should try harder.”
Her fingertips absently brushed against his arm to get his attention after his placed his order, the sun goddess feeling a little…Antsy, bored standing around waiting. And that just made her want to poke at him more…Uncover the mystery that he was… The reasons why, he was so immune to her…Charm.
Part of her wanted to try and push him to the breaking point... To see how long it would take him to grow disinterested and angry with her. But at the same time...It had been a long time, since she'd acquired a new friend...Kerrigan was truly all she had.
Well, all she'd had until someone had decided that the solution to her anger, to her boredom-- Came in the nice, neat package of Aren Aquene. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
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