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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 5:47 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy fell to the ground and held his neck coughing and gasping for air. That a*****e had actually grabbed him by the neck! After taking a moment to regain his breath, Aladdin stood and took a few steps up behind the guy, throwing a punch at the back of his head. He was stupid from rage, and oxygen deprivation. The boy couldn't lose like that, If there was going to be a fight, he wanted to throw a few good left hooks.
"I'll say what I want about that floozy. And you won't do s**t you scum bag!"
Andy hadn't yet realized the idiocy of his actions, He was bold from the adrenaline, Bold and very stupid. The boy threw another punch this time aiming for the guy's kidney. He wanted to see Stetson on the ground and not have to be the one always looking up to him anymore. Our hero was in a blind rage. The poor chap didn't even remember that he had the little bitty knife in his back pocket.
"I'll do anything I want to her, In fact I think I'll even pay her a little moonlight visit while she's asleep.... she can wake up to this handsome face starring down at her... Then she won't ever have to put up with your ugly mug."
Andy pulled the man's hair, it was long and easy to hold on to, like a handle. Why would a thief want long hair? It was stupid, Stetson was stupid.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:43 pm
 
“Andy.” She whispered, and eyes Stetson. Out of all the things he could have done, this was the dumbest. He had a hot girl to spend time with, and so many other things. Yet, he came storming back to mess with someone who wasn’t worth his time. Was he that dumb?
Soon, they were walking off, Andy talking in a fake accent. She looked at Bianca with pleading eyes when they walked away.
“Look, I know what Andy did was wrong, but you know what’s about to happen. Stetson won’t listen to me, and I know you agree that he doesn’t deserve this. Please…”
It was a weak moment, one that showed something from Bridgett that she had shown no one. Not Ayden, not Andy. She was showing her weakness, in hope that it might appeal to Bianca’s inner angel. Then, with one last sad look, she turned around and walked towards the place where she knew Andy and Stetson were. She watched a moment, ready to jump in, knowing it’d be better if the other girl did.
The drama was horrific. Andy pushed Stetson on, saying things that weren’t necessary. Why did he have such pride? Then, he was being chocked. Bridgett was about to run, and she was freaking out inside. She wanted to hurt that guy, acting like an idiot, chocking her friend. Back at home, she would have cut him, right in his throat, making him beg for life. This wasn’t the Ghetto though; she wasn’t fighting for anyone. Therefore, she stopped herself, saying she was going to only intervene if either Bianca came, or if Stetson was honest to god killing him.
Luckily, the next moment, he was released. She let out a sigh of relief, and leaned against the tree branch. Sadly, he was still on his dumb streak, and it was pissing her off. As she watched him practically throw himself into death, biting her lip as her eyes filled up with tears. Just a little bit longer, just a little. Bianca would pull through, she would.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 7:20 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes  Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca forgot about her blushing as soon as Stetson laughed. She couldn't help but laugh along with him about the ipod. She was greatful when he handed the little music player to her. She stuck it in the pocket of her jeans then took his hand to jump down from the tree. It seemed as if things were finally looking up for the day. Bianca was sure horribly wrong.
When Andy came out of the woods, she blanched, almost to the color of snow. Then, her stomach instantly knotted up with that foreboding feeling. The voice in which Stetson began to speak worried her, and scared her a little. However, how Andy spoke made her flinch. It seemed as if both of them were looking for a fight, all because of her. Great, just great. Way to make her feel smaller. When Andy came up and grabbed her hand to kiss it, her reaction was a bit delayed as she tried to pull it away. She had been too late and he had still managed to kiss the tips of her fingers. Bianca instantly wiped them on her clothing. Her gaze shifted back to Stetson. "Please....Don't....." She said softly. His smile didn't reassure her as he left.
She figured it wouldn't work. After they left, she started pacing back and forth, so nervous it almost made her sick. It seemed as if it was forever until Bridgett spoke to her. She turned to look at the pale blonde slowly. Bianca was sure that Bridgett was serious. She, herself, was feeling like she was about to cry. "I asked him not to earlier...." She said aloud to the girl, but Bridgett had already left and was turning to follow after the boys. Bianca followed. At first at a slow pace, then at one that grew. Soon she was running. She had caught up to Bridgett and Stetson and Andy.
Bianca searched her mind for what to do. Her character didn't have any special powers...she was just a pretty girl. A pretty, meek, mild mannered, quiet, weak, gullible, naive girl. "Please stop, both of you...." She almost yelled. She approached them, not caring if she was within striking range. "Stop fighting because of me....Or I'll have nothing to do with either one of you...." She said the last part almost unwillingly. She figured it would work. No, she hoped on her life that it worked.
.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:52 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra managed to sweet talk the cafeteria staff into bringing out food for her when they saw her leaning on the cane. A slight tug on her pants showed them her hidden feet and they easily promised to bring her food to her once it was made. She thanked them and went back to her regular spot near a wall. This gave her plenty of time to think and plot while she waited for lunch to be served.
She watched as other students entered in small groups. Sierra saw no signs of Polly or Ayden...probably still cuddling. Tink was in class so Sierra knew that the fairy would arrive shortly. The people she didn't see were Bianca and Stetson. She almost smiled at how well things were progressing in that area - soon enough, Bianca would fall for Stetson, he would follow her, and she'd get two allies. Ayden's manipulation wouldn't be too hard; giving him the modeling/designing opportunity was to lure him in. And if he wanted Bianca? Well, she'd help him to. In the end, it was all about what Bianca wanted...as it always happened.
She supposed she'd have to go and talk to the simpering fool about her feelings. If questioned as to why she wanted to help? Well...saying that she secretly cared for Snow White's well being might work on Bianca but sure as hell wouldn't work on any of her friends. It was true about Polly and the other barely even noticed her. So what would she say? Ah. Easy. She cared for Ayden's well being because she was going into a partnership with him and whatever bothered him was going to bother her. Sierra cared for Stetson because they both were semi-friends. No one could call her a liar for those reasons.
Then one of the younger students came inside looking scared and somewhat excited. She was close enough to hear him say to himself, "Oh my God, the King of Thieves is fighting Aladdin."
What did he say?
He was about to walk away - most likely to spread the word - when she used her cane to pull his collar towards her. "What did you just say?" The boy repeated the statement excitedly and said that Bianca and Bridgett were there as well. This was certainly not going as intended.
"Alright you listen to me. You are not going to tell anyone about this. I see your little girlfriend over there waiting for you. If word gets out before lunch is over, I'll tell her you slept with Bridgett while you two are still dating." The boy blushed red and denied it. "Your blush says otherwise and I'm sure you know what will happen if I speak. Keep it quiet until after lunch. Your excuse for keeping quiet is that you didn't want either of the fighting boys to come after you in case it was a private fight."
Her real reason keeping it secret was to try and do damage control before Stetson got himself into another fight. What was this, fate telling her that Stetson couldn't court Bianca in peace? She was going to get to the bottom of this and it would be done quickly. All she had to do was get Bianca to talk to her.
She would leave to find them, but she was in no shape to do so. She could at least comfort herself in the knowledge that they would likely pass through the cafeteria during lunch. It wouldn't be hard to catch them then.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 12:15 am
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder had been content to leave it at that. A mild threat and the awareness that his life was a fragile thing; that was what he wanted to give Andy. The boy, however, decided that he wanted to try again. Oh well - time for a more instructive lesson, then. The blows didn't really hurt him all that much, but when Andy grabbed his hair Schraeder lost his cool. Snapping, he spun, driving a vicious elbow into the side of Andy's head, hopefully forcing him to release his ponytail. Whether or not the blow was enough to stun Andy, Schraeder continued his turn, swinging a leg out and sweeping Andy's from under him. When the boy fell, Schraeder would land a knee on his ribcage and pin him by the throat, making him unable to fight and maybe breathe. He was about to smack the idiotic scum around some more when Bianca stepped forward and spoke. Schraeder stopped his fist several inches from Andy's face, hand visibly shaking from rage. He looked up at Bianca in confusion, not understanding what she was saying. "What do you mean?" he asked, blinking. "You don't want this? He said things about you, Bianca. He wants to...do things to you. I'm going to make sure this little creep never tries anything with anyone, ever again." He was torn. He wanted to listen to Bianca, and make her happy and forget this had happened. But for himself, for his pride and kingship, he wanted to pummel this disgusting little upstart and prove to everyone who was top dog.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 3:25 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca watched as Stetson managed to stop himself from hitting Andy once again. Though, his hand did shake with anger, hovering above Andy's face. Stetson had actually stopped, and it was with some difficulty. What about Andy. Before Aladdin could do something else stupid, she came over and kneeled down beside the two, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "Yes, Stetson, I don't want this. I thought I made that clear earlier." She said in a nearly flat tone.
Bianca was nearly leaning between the two awkwardly, but if any punches were thrown, she'd be stuck in the middle. As much as she knew, neither one of them wanted that. "So what if he said stuff about me." She stated, attempting to look Stetson in the eyes. "So what if he wants to do stuff to me...I'd like to see him try without my consent...." She said firmly, casting a serious glance back at Andy. "It's not your place, Stetson, to make sure Andy doesn't do anything to anyone..." She gave Stetson a pleading look.
There had been enough fighting and tension for the day. Bianca only hoped things would stop, and truly stop. She didn't know how much she could handle. Her nerves were wearing thin. Bianca didn't want to go into total emotional breakdown mode. "I'm begging the both of you to stop this foolish nonsense. Please."
.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 5:06 pm
Now I get laid
Plus a BJ
Ala John Wayne, gonna sleep all day
Nurse me like a drink
Everybody sing
I'm so inviting
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee skipped out of her shop class after a day of welding. She was still wearing the long sleeved shirt she had changed into for the work in class. See, you had to wear long sleeves and pants and proper shoes to weld. Else you could get burned from the sparks, or get a really bad tan line. She probably smelled like metal, and that didn't bug her really. Some guys liked girls who knew how to get down and dirty like the boys.
Anywho, she headed towards the cafeteria. It had been awhile since breakfast, and her stomach was growling in protest of it's emptiness. She got there in no time. The line had just started to fill up, so she made her way through and got herself a cheeseburger and some chips with a bottle of strawberry milk to drink. Then it was time to pick a seat. She spotted Sierra. She now knew where to sit. Once Sierra had released the guy she was speaking to, Andee walked quite quickly over to the Wicked Queen. "Hi, Sierra!" She said somewhat cheerfully, not planning on bringing up the shoe issue at the moment.
"So, what's going on?" She asked curiously. Maybe she'd get told the reason why it looked as if Sierra had been threatening a complete stranger. Eh, either way it didn't matter, so she began to much on her lunch, opening her bag of Dorito's. She focused almost completely on each chip, saving the ones with more cheese on them for later.
I miss America, I miss the UK
I want to be used and left empty
I dream of a world where it only rains champagne
I'm Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fame
Ow, ow, ow, yippie, ow, ow, ay
Ow, ow, ow, yippie, ow, ow, ay
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:19 pm
oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Again with the neck grabbing! It was like that was Stetson's go to move! Andy was able to dodge the elbow that was aimed at his head, but did not expect to have his feet knocked from under him. When the boy landed on his back he soon found the kind kneeling on top of him, grabbing his neck.
He couldn't breath... Andy clawed at the boy's fingers and kicked wildly. His eyes showed his panic but he would never give up now. There was to much on the line, his pride. The boy was about to throw a punch when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bianca, she got right up above him, blocking his shot at Stetson, but not moving the guy's hand from his throat so while she jabbered on about who knows what the guy kept of choking the like out of poor helpless Aladdin.
"C-Can' Bre'th"
Andy tried to say but it came out as more of a gasp, the world was going all lacy around the edges and he felt his body become heavy. The boy passed out. He was under and it was probably all his own fault. This wasn't the first time it had happened but it was the first time that Stetson had done it to him.
Our hero lay still, limp under evil Stetson's crushing knees. His arms had fallen to the ground beside him, his legs too not longer kicked. The stronger better fighter had won this time. But Andy would keep his word. He would visit Bianca tonight, he would wake her from her sleep in a way that she would never forget. And he would make sure Stetson knew about it. For you see, Andy held a grudge like no other. He was a master at revenge and he always kept his word.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 7:03 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Polly put on a strong face and sat up facing Ayden. She wiped the tears from her eyes and bit her bottom lip, looking up at her friend. She had made up her mind... If she was going to be forced to be a boy... She would be the handsomest, most boyish boy she could. She would show them all how kick a** she was at her role.
"...Can you make me look like a guy? With shadows and stuff?"
She knew Ayden was a wizard with a make up brush, he could probably do anything. Normally She looked Androgynous, but not strictly male... She wanted Male... That would make her life a hell of a lot easier.
"Please? I wouldn't know where to start, what to do... You're really good at this kind of thing."
Polly crossed her arms over her chest and tried to think of herself as strictly male... It wouldn't be hard, she just hated being forced into things... She could do it though, or rather He could do it... That whole pronoun thing would take some getting use to...Polly was a very feminine name... Maybe she should go by Pan. He should go by Pan or... Pol?. It was all very confusing for poor Polly.
"And um... Do you think that um. You could call me Pan or Pol? I don't think Polly is a very masculine name."
The kid scratched the neck of her neck and looked down at her crossed legs under her... She needed to do this, she could do this. The kid swallowed her pride and tried her darnedest to put on a brave face. She would be tough, the toughest there ever was.
"Maybe?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 7:58 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l When Sierra saw Andee getting her lunch, she almost smiled. She was happy that someone was at least having a good day. A staff person brought out food to her before Andee even got through getting her food. When Andee came to sit with her, she found herself nodding and the corner of her mouth twitched. "Andee, good to see you."
When she heard the question, she paused. She didn't really want to let the other girl know, but it wasn't likely that Tinkerbell would mess with that situation. She leaned on the table so that no one but Andee would hear her. "Stetson and Andy got in a fight. Aladdin likely lost...the King of Thieves is not merciful when it comes to fights. From my understanding, both Bridgett and Bianca are there in the background." She then waved her hand as to wave the subject off. "It'll be spread around school after lunch, but only after lunch is over with. Knowing the King, if he happened to lose and that rumor spread, he'd lash out at everyone. I'd rather wait to see what it looks like once they come back from wherever they are." She would not answer why she was concerned; she may have liked Andee, but the younger girl had yet to gain Sierra's complete trust.
She looked at her plate and saw spaghetti with meat sauce, a small salad, and sweet tea for a drink. She began to methodically twirl her spaghetti as she changed the subject. "Actually, they're not my concern for the moment. I'd rather talk about Polly," she paused to eat her food. "She got her first testosterone shot today and did not look happy about that. Now I'm not sure about you, but I don't think it's right to be forced to change genders." Once hormone injections started, they'd keep pushing. They'd probably force a sex change operation on Polly once they got Polly to continuously take her shots. "I was wondering if you might be interested in finding a way to prevent this travesty from ever occurring again?" She continued to speak with a low voice and kept watching the doors. Depending on who came in, she might have to change subjects for a third time.
Sierra was pretty confident that Andee would help her. The fairy really did care for Polly, for one. For two, Andee wanted to help Sierra out with her own injustice; it would follow that the blond girl would do the same for another person.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 8:31 pm
Now I get laid
Plus a BJ
Ala John Wayne, gonna sleep all day
Nurse me like a drink
Everybody sing
I'm so inviting
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee stuck her pointer finger in her mouth and got the cheesy remains of dorito flavoring off of it as she listened to Sierra. Her eyebrows raised at what she heard. So, Andy and Schraeder had gotten into a fight? Woah. She wondered why they would do that? Plus, she thought Bianca wouldn't want to be around a fight. So, to Andee, it didn't make any sense as to why she'd be there. Bridgett made more sense. She was , like, really good friends with Ends from what Andee had heard.
"Hmmm...that's odd..." She mused aloud before putting some ketchup and mustard on her burger. Wait a minute. "Polly? What's wrong?" She asked immiediately. She was answered, and her face turned to white, then quickly to a bright hue of red at the news. How could they do that to Polly!? It wasn't right, not fair! "Not Polly....they shouldn't have....not ever!" She said, trying her hardest to keep her voice at a normal speaking level. She was white hot pissed at this occurance. No girl should be forced to become a boy. Regardless of the circumstance. It would be one thing if Polly had been cool with the whole thing since the get go, but she hadn't been. Andee knew that much.
"Efff yeah I'm interested in helping you....This is baloney! They gave Polly the role of Pan...she didn't ask for it!" Andee managed to keep her voice somewhat hushed at this. She didn't want word getting around about the situation if she could help it. That was one bit of gossip she wouldn't spread ever. Even without a promise. Andee's burger lay forgotten on her tray. "You got any ideas?" She asked quietly. Plotting some drama and helping out Polly. Double bonus. She eagerly awaited Sierra's response, ignoring her food at the moment.
I miss America, I miss the UK
I want to be used and left empty
I dream of a world where it only rains champagne
I'm Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fame
Ow, ow, ow, yippie, ow, ow, ay
Ow, ow, ow, yippie, ow, ow, ay
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:20 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  Marcel rubbed tiredly at his aching eyes as he walked down the chaotic hallway. People chattering loudly, books dropping from clumsy hands, lockers slamming with open neglect. A normal scene for any school and even with its abnormal status this school was no different. But it didn't change the annoyance he felt for the better. He could practically feel the migraine manifesting right between his eyes. A piercing tension that seemed to flare in time with his heartbeat, like a nail being hammered in the exact same place time and time again.
Part of his irritation probably had to do with the fact that he chose to stay up till the late night hours the day before. Though that wouldn't make sense because he had the habit of pulling late nights in the first place. It could be the fact that he skipped breakfast this morning. But that couldn't be it either because he never was one to eat breakfast. No, this suffering came from the sudden need of a very common drug. A need that he chose to ignore, like the idiot he was, for the sake of getting enough sleep before going to class. This was caused by the need for coffee.
Coffee was his morning obsession. It was a ritual that he made a point to indulge in at every opportunity, and maybe even a second time if he so wished it. A sacred elixer that...well, maybe it wasn't a 'sacred elixer' but it was pretty damn close to it. The point is basically this: He needed caffeine. Preferably now.
And it was this need, this urge, that lead him to the cafeteria. Getting in line impatiently Marcel tapped a uneven rhythm upon his elbow as he waited for the line to move. It was still the start of lunch but it seemed that everyone had the same idea in mind: food. People were practically trying to squeeze through the door by twos and threes. Normally this fact would be somewhat...upsetting because more people meant longer lines. But some kind of coffee god, if there truly were one, must have been smiling on him this day. At best he had at least two other people in front of him and they seemed like the type that knew exactly what they wanted so there was nothing to worry about there. Now if only the coffee gods would smite the blond dyed bimbo arguing about the pros and cons of jello....
".....I don't know. I mean, I would love to have ice cream instead but the sugar and cream will make me bloat for sure! I can't bloat! I have to fit into my pink dress by next week!" The last of her sentence came out as a annoying high pitched whine as she stomped her foot in what she probably thought was a cute manner.....it wasn't. In fact it made her look like a petulant child, the fact that she wore a little crown headband only etching the picture deeper within his mind. Apparently she was some kind of princess....or thought she was. Great.
A long suffering sigh escaping from his lips Marcel pinched the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb in the hopes of relieving his newest headache.
'Don't say anything. Its alright. No one can argue about jello for very long. She'll probably be done in just a minute and then-'
"Then again, I'm not that fond of jello. Do you have any sherbert? No? Then...what about yogurt?"
"Listen." Marcel grated out as the little paitence he had finally snapped, "We all know you have this pretty girl thing going on. And that's nice, really."
At saying this Marcel gave a insincere smile in her direction, uncaring of the appalled look that came upon the girls face in the midst of his scathing sarcasm, "But could you please hurry the hell up so that we can all get back to our lack luster lives? I know its not much considering all the glamor you're used to but I would really appreciate it."
For a moment the girl only stood there silently, her heavily glossed lips hanging open as she stuggled to process what had just been said to her. And from a stranger of all things! Before she maturely presented her middle finger in his direction, grabbed the jello cup, and stomped her way towards her table. Probably to tell her friends about the 'big black guy' who had the nerve to talk to her that way.
Uncaring of whatever hurt feelings he may have invoked in her, and caring even less about what she and her friends had to say, Marcel turned back to the cafeteria line. Ignoring the stares that the little scene had brought toward him. Just two more people until he could get a sip of that bitter brew. Come on....
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:55 am
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra smiled for the first time that day at Andee's last question. It was not a pleasant smile. It was more the kind that promised pain and deriving pleasure from that pain. Thankfully this smile was not aimed at Andee; no, Andee had earned a point in her favor due to her reaction. "In fact I do. I cannot do them alone and would greatly require your help." She took a small sip of tea before answering the girl before her.
"The plan is simple. Blackmail. We corner that doctor into doing something he wouldn't and use it against him. After that, we tell him to inject Polly with some sort placebo so that no one else will pick up on the lack of hormonal changes in Polly." She raised an eyebrow to see how Andee would react. "Perhaps you scraped your hip and needed attending to? But if he were to lift up a shirt or pull down your pants in order to see the artificial wound, it could look very compromising. I'm sure he wouldn't want his wife to know of an affair or potential rape of a student." She started to pick at her salad. "I would be there because I needed help with my feet. If I were to have a camera to take pictures of said event - well, all the more evidence for us to capture that imbecile."
She would have happily continued but she saw someone come out the cafeteria lines with a rather large cup of coffee in his hand. Ah Marcel. Her eyes momentarily darkened to a hazel color. She had wondered why he wasn't there in the morning, but at least now she knew he was alright. She inwardly laughed at his coffee cup - the man had as big an addiction to coffee as she did.
If Sierra had to name anyone as her absolute best friend, she'd have said Marcel. They understood each other better than anyone else...without ever having to mention it. Perhaps others would call them complete strangers, but Sierra knew she could go to him if she were ever in trouble (her feet did not constitute as trouble). She was also quite sure it was the same for him...then again, they never said it out loud so she never truly knew. The Wicked Queen was friends with the Devil. No irony there whatsoever.
She caught his eye and gave him a small salute. If he chose to sit with her and Andee, she would have been happy for the company. Or as happy as she could be at the time (there was a very small chance that he wouldn't ask about her unusual choice in clothes). She turned back to Andee with a twitch at the corner of her mouth. "I apologize for the momentary distraction and rudeness to you. What do you think of my plan?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:30 am
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
For a few seconds, Schraeder's fingers tightened on Andy's throat. Bianca might be able to stop him from punching the boy's teeth in, but she wouldn't be able to break his grip. She had a point, however...and it was unfair of him to whale on such a weak opponent. It was with satisfaction that he felt the tension go out of Andy's muscles as he passed out. Watching his legs stop spasming, Schraeder released his neck with a sigh and stood, offering a hand to Bianca to stand. She was in a really awkward position, after all. When she was up, Schraeder looked down at Andy with disgust. The little punk wasn't so sassy now, was he. There were two options: Schraeder could carry his limp little body to the nurse, or he could leave him out here. The second option would teach the rat far more, and Bridge was here to make sure he didn't get eaten by wolves or whatever. That was good enough for Schraeder. Clearing his throat, Schraeder said, "I apologize that you ladies had to see that. A man's fight isn't really the business of anyone else. I'll excuse myself to lunch, if you'd like to come with me." The last was addressed to Bianca, not Bridge.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 11:10 am
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca bit her lip in worry as Andy passed out. That's not what she wanted. Sure, it stopped the fighting temporarily. However, it wasn't the way she would have preferred it to end. She hoped Andy would be alright. Sure, he might have been pretentious earlier when he had kissed her, but that didn't grant the reward of passing out. Bianca, personally, had thought her hitting him earlier had been enough. She probably should have kept her mouth shut about the whole thing. Yes, that's what she should have done. However, Andy might not have done so.
Grasping Stetson's hand, she pulled herself upright. She took a last glance back at Andy. Her gaze was apologetic. She felt shameful about the whole incident. Bianca turned to Bridgett. "I'm sorry...I did my best..." She said to the girl, hoping she'd understand. A moment later, she was whisked off to the cafeteria by Stetson. She'd go to lunch, but at the moment, she wasn't feeling very hungry. Sure, her stomach was growling, but it was still knotted from the unease earlier.
"Why, Stetson?" She asked as they walked. Bianca looked up at him, questioning gaze. "Why did all that have to happen....?" She said softly. She had hoped he would at least try not to hurt Andy, but now it seemed as if that was an impossibility. Sure, she was upset at what he had done to her earlier, but she believed that she had handled it rather effectively when it happened. She had hit Andy for offending her. She didn't ask Stetson to interfere. He had, though. Part of her deep down inside was glad for what he had done to Andy, but the Snow White part of her didn't.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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