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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:44 pm
Amelia Valentine
Unzip your pants? Yeah, like that is ever going to happen. Amelia took Draco's wandering hand in one of her own and returned it to it's rightful owners' thigh; she pulled the edge of her skirt back down to its correct level and gave him a little smile. Amelia tapped off the growing end of ash from her f**. You think I want you? Silly, silly boy.
"What kind of girl do you take me for, to let you climb so high? I don't want you sober or nonsober. You're so not my type."
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:41 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"Oh really, I'm not your type. Let me guess what your type is. Blond, blue eyes, plays football, and speaks Russian?" Draco finished his cigarette and put it out on the ash tray. He looked at her, closed his eyes and let his head fall back again. He had to stop looking at her.
"Shoot enough Devil Juice and anyone becomes your type, by the way. The way I designed it, the way it's supposed to act. You were rubbing yourself remember. Trying to get goosebumps. Remind you of any other drug?" Draco chuckled as he moved his arm to the back of the couch, his hand just brushing her hair.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 9:53 pm
Amelia Valentine
Again with Em? Draco's consent mention of incest was really starting to ruin her high. And it's been so good so far. Dammit. She ceased bothering to smoke the Strike, but merely took the thing from her painted lips and held it between her thumb and forefinger (with the nails painted a lovely read of course, to match her lips) and watched the thing burn slowly. She thought it was one of the most marvelous things she'd ever seen: it's life was fire, burning as brightly as it could, only to kill itself in the end by the very essence that gave it life.
"Among the notable things about fire is that it also requires oxygen to burn; exactly like its enemy. Life. It is why life and flames so often compared. Nay, why they must be compared."
Moments later, she had to toss the thing into an ashtray, lest it burn her finger tips: a violist worst nightmare. To pluck at the cords with sensitive fingers that a burn would give her, it would be an agony she did not wish to feel particularly. True even until the end, Amelia watched the smoke breath its last breath; Draco's fingers stroked the tips of her hair slowly, the two a beavering couple. Would it even care? We set it on the path to its life, yes, but also its death.
"Blonds really are not my type. I prefer the darker ones. I am afraid to love a blond, afraid I'd sully him somehow."
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:02 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco listened to her quote and couldn't place it for some reason, might be the high he was coming off of, or maybe it was cause he just wanted her to talk. Then she said that about the blond and he started chuckling.
"Afraid you might sully him? That's rich Valentine." Draco calmed down and his fingers still played with with the extreme edge of her hair, a tone sounded and Draco looked at his phone.
"Well looks like we killed a few sitting here, talking. Your brothers game is in half an hour." Draco stretched again and stood up checked the drugs and turned to face her.
"I'd offer to take you to the game, but I have a feeling you'll say no, and I really don't want to get in a fight with your brother. So then I'll ask you to coffee, tomorrow morning so we can discuss other possibilities for the band, Yesiv will be there as well. He said he knew someone that played guitar like a maniac." Draco strode over to her and offered his hand to help her up.
"Till then Valentine."
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:46 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia ignored Draco's hand, and stood on her own. She offered him a smile.
"I will see you there, then. Have fun. Oh, and I have an idea for your Devil's Juice formula. Something to give it a little something...extra."
She gave him a wave and collected her bag (DJ safely stowed away in the bottom) and hurried off to her room. She'd have just enough time to get a second cup of coffee in her, stash the dope extract and maybe even a shower if she was wickedly fast. Probably not. Amelia let herself out, and practically skipped to the Girl's Dorm.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:32 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco left a few minutes later, after resetting the alarm and surveillance. He had the flash card with their entire time their, video and audio, in his pocket. It was time to do some other things to secure other vital information. Draco sat at his computer, loaded the video and let it play till he got to the part where she straddled him and they kissed. He opened up a view other recordings he had other, mostly from the night before. He started editing the audio till it said something completely different. He chuckled as he finished this and saved the two different files. Draco rummaged through his closet till he found everything he needed and left. Most everyone was at the game. It was against the rival prep school and so Draco broke into Emerson's room without prying eyes and set the three video camera's up and the two mikes. They all connected back to a wireless transmitter and fed off the power it had, which was a twenty four volt battery. He only had it set to record on Fridays anyways. He was gone and made his way to the pitch to watch the last ten minutes of the game.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 6:56 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia only just missed the kick off when she finally made it down to the pitch. Not bad; hell, I even got my shower in. She took her seat next to some of her friends near the bottom of the benches. There was her twin, of course, holding down the center of the attackers' line. Amelia watched as Emerson punched a hole through the Tartt Prep school's main lines; his way was suddenly cut off when the entire defensive line condensed on his position. Not missing a beat, he skipped the ball off to the other Striker on his right, Karmen Williams. Williams spooked and took the shoot before he had it lined right, and the Tartt keeper caught the ball easily. Stupid a**. The rest of the match followed much of the same script, excepting of course on those two rare occasions when Em managed a break through to get a goal. When it concluded (two to one, Steering) Amelia stood and stretched while the rest of the faculty and staff jumped to their feet and the wild cheering abounded. One of her girl friends leaned close to Amelia, practically having to shout to be heard.
"Victory party tonight, in the pavilion. Booze for the seniors, faculty provided!"
"It'll be cheap s**t."
"Yeah, but it's free."
The girl laughed and turned away. Fun stuff.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:40 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco made his way through the stands, the whispers of a party and free booze intrigued him. He was already texting when he stopped at Amelia's right. The reply came back and his smiled.
"What's your poison Valentine, Vodka from back home, or Bourbon? I have a guy picking up six bottles with my name, need a reply quick." Draco looked at her, realizing he had leaned in subconsciously so he could whisper in her hair, but the smell caught him and he was weak at the knees.
"Damn you smell good." s**t he had said that out loud, ******** retard, now you're ********>
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:09 pm
Amelia Valentine
Why am I not surprised he finds me, even now, in this kind of a crowd? Amelia turned, and jumped when she nearly kissed Draco. What is he doing so close? She did not hesitate when she'd managed to process Draco's question. Bourbon? What am I, an escort on the Titanic? Who drinks Bourbon now days?
"You must inquire? Vodka. I drank it practically in my mother's milk. Bourbon is a drink for stuffy old men, long dead."
She blushed a dainty red when she gave her a compliment.
"For twenty Euro a bottle, I better smell good!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 5:18 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco chuckled as he sent the message out.
"Guess I'm a stuffy old man. Old Number Seven is bourbon, Tennessee style." Draco chuckled again as he leaned in closer and whispered directly into her ear.
"Nice to know you like to smell good for your guys. I'll be a little late, gotta pick up the good stuff." Draco pulled away and left the bleachers, he felt like Emerson's eyes were on his back.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 8:51 pm
Amelia
Amelia rolled her eyes and began the slow march with the hundreds of other students in order to exit the stands. A regular herd of humanity. Where's a ******** plague when you need one? Before she lost her mind however, she managed to break free of the crush and high tailed it towards the lockers positioned at the end of the pitch. She could see her better half awaiting her, still in his get up (boots and all) smiling victoriously.
"What, you're not even going to change for the party?"
Emerson pulled Amelia close, dropping his head down low to nibble at her clavicle; from the outside viewer it looked only as if he were hugging his twin a touch too tightly. The smell of his exertions was suddenly bearing down on Amelia, almost chocking her.
"I don't want to go to those dammed parties. Can't we just have our own...private party?"
She gave his a little smile and pushed him back a bit.
"Not tonight. Not yet at least. We need you to parade around the room victoriously, and there may even be some ravaging of female cheerleaders as well. Shower and change; we're going to be late."
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 8:52 pm
Emerson Valentine
"I'm a survivor."
Emerson nodded along with what the girl was saying. She was blond, and tan and too tall (almost his height) and without even asking, he knew she was from The States; she had that can of an air around her. Em attributed it to that something in her voice, something about the expanse of reddened, freckled skin, stretched taut over a bony clavicle and bonier sternum and ribcage and entirely unrelieved by any breasts of any sort. A pity. She was shouting at him over the music, just to be heard.
"I guess I've had a pretty hard life, with my injury and all."
She sort of laughed.
"The dancing world's loss, the performing arts gain. But I guess I just have a very strong sense of myself, of my own needs. Other people are important to me, sure, but I always get what I want from them, you know."
Her voice was grotesque with the staccato Californians sometimes affect when they're trying too hard to be from London, or New York, but there was a bright hard edge of that Golden State cheeriness, too. A cheerleader of the dammed. She had none of the easiness Amelia's lovely voice. She was kind of pretty, in a burnt-out kind of way.
"Do you want a cigarette?"
"I don't smoke."
"I don't, either, except at parties."
She laughed; Emerson was still quite unsure of what her name was. After six vodka tonics, he wasn't sure he care anymore.
"Well, sure, give me one. Say, you don't know where we can find any pot, do you?"
Emerson shook his head and dug out a pair of cigarettes for them. While he was lighting them, someone elbowed him in the back and he lurched forward. The music was insanely loud and people were dancing and there was beer puddled on the floor and a rowdy mob at the bar. He couldn't see much excepting a Dantesque mass of bodies on the dance floor and a cloud of smoke hovering nearly the ceiling; elsewhere, he could see where light spilled from a corridor into the darkness, certain aspects were set into relief: an upturned glass here, a wide lipsticked laughing mouth there.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 9:10 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco moved through the crowd of the party like a predator. Most people cleared a path for him, he was know to grope, male or female. It was his way of clearing a path. Some of the more frisky girls tried to get him to dance, this he had a solution to, a kiss and then leave. They were usually to surprised to follow. So when he found the conquering champion, Emerson, he had five shades of red lipstick on his lips. He moved in close to Emerson and wrapped an arm around his shoulder like an old friend might.
"That one is a little bony for you ain't she. Anyway, got the brother of my new bandmate and conquering football hero of Steering a gift. You may recognize it, just flown in from the mother land last night, can even feel the chill." Draco slammed the brown bag into into Emerson's stomach and once again stalked off. He found Amelia soon again, five guys fight over her, all underclassmen. At his approach they scattered. Fear was a big help.
"Your brothers got his bottle, you've got yours and here's to me." He uncapped the Jack and took a swig.
"Your brother found a twig to play with, pretty funny it is, I think he's trying to make you jealous." Draco was trying to bait her, and wasn't sure what she would go for. He'd find it soon enough though.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 10:09 pm
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コアCore wanted to rip someone open and reconfigure their internal systems to the point of not being able to be classed as a human. Why was she here? Dane was younger than her. How had he managed to convince her that socializing of all things would be beneficial to her? It was still a mystery to her as she sat there, cross-legged in a whole booth by herself with a club soda as company. The younger male had caught up with her earlier that morning when she was slipping out for a bottle of water. Since that day in the Main Library, she had been cooped up like a bird in her dorm room, working on her project and popping out periodically for essential commodities. He must have been watching her closely to pin her down like that. Anyway, he cornered her at her usual table and explained his concerns about her lack of a social network. What would she do when graduation came around and he was still at SCS? It had been insulting for a Junior to be saying those things to her especially when they held some truth, unfortunately.
So, she agreed to take a break from her Art project and allow herself to succumb to his will on the matter of preparation for a social event. When her wardrobe did not surpass his standards, they ended up shopping within the area. It had been quite the coincidence that he received a call just after she had chosen a dress that told him about a victory party happening that night. According to him, it was a good thing. This was a sign from the heavens and a lot of other positive lines that are full of crap. However, eventually, Core did purchase a black, fitting dress and permitted one of Dane's fashionable friends to do something with her already terribly short, purple locks. In the end, she had been pressed, primped and stylized into looking like an actual student, who was about to embark on a normal night for a teenager. She could die.
Of course, that would not happen for another eighty-six years or so and until the next morning at least, she was stuck here amongst peers and colleagues with whom she was not familiar in the slightest. Well, she did not know most of them. For the past few minutes, her eyes had been lingering on the forms of Emerson and Amelia Valentine as well as that of Draco, if only by default. Her booth was across from them and something was telling her that they would provide quite a show, provided that none of them took notice of her subtle surveillance. Core chuckled at this thought, almost spitting her club soda. No, they would not. It was highly improbable, her mind already calculating the statistics. No, they cannot because she does not have her talking book. Dane had also managed to slip it out of her grasp on the way over here. Damn it, I'll need something harder than this if they do. She took another gulp of the drink. »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 10:10 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia rolled her eyes and didn't give Draco the satisfaction of a retort regarding her brother's tendencies to the twigs and making her jealous. Not that it would, he knows that. Em shouldn't have to behave himself; it's his night of victory! Hail the conquering hero. She cracked open her bottle and gave a silent toast; the vodka was chilled just right, the liquid little more then slush as it poured slowly down her throat, blazing a trail the whole way.
"Good stuff. Where did you say you got it?"
As parties went, this was a nasty one and getting worse. She could just see certain freshmen already beginning to throw up as they waited in dismal lines for the bathroom. Her head was throbbing from the music, and the vodka wasn't helping any; Amelia had had a Blue-berry muffin for lunch/dinner as she ran over to the pitch before the game. That and the coffee that morning had been her only source of substance. She closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her temple as the throbbing picked up as to match the beat of the current song, even through the dulling of the alcohol. This...was a mistake. Amelia opened her eyes to see Draco giving her an odd look.
"I'm going to get some air."
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