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 Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:37 am
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N When Ephraim told him to hold still and touched his face Andy did, but only because he didn't want any more pain. To his surprise the boy mouthed something and he could feel the pain and swelling go down. Andy smiled, magic? The kid knew Magic? Great. With less pain the boy could think about his answer more... and he had a pretty good answer in mind.
"Stetson's got his eyes on Bianca and she didn't really want me to kiss her, so... He was trying to punish me for it. And I don't know why I kissed Bianca... Because she's pretty and I wanted to I guess... I thought she wanted to as well but I guess not now..... Why does anybody kiss anybody? Lust? Need? There are a few different resins."
Andy ran a hand though his hair and sighed. putting the pillow down behind him when he did. He looked to Ephraim and shrugged. The boy probably thought he was a monster, a savage, an out of control dog. That was only to be expected. Aladdin put a arm down on the bed and leaned forward resolving the space issue between them by making it much smaller of a gap.
"I thought she looked hot and I wanted to kiss her. Unfortunately it didn't work out and I ended up getting choked out... Story of my life.... What really happened to you hot stuff? Why were you crying?"
The street ran reached out and ran his fingers down the back of the boy's head, down his jawline, down his neck, down his chest, resting finally on his hip. Andy cupped the kid's hip and scooted closer leaning it. He had that go for it feeling, the one he had when he kissed Bianca... The one he always got. And he went for it. Andy's hand reached up to hold the back of the boy's head softly he pressed his lips to the magic user's and closed his eyes, enjoying the electric zip he got from it. Our hero pressed himself against Ephraim, without using to much force. He was pleasantly surprised by the taste of the boy's lips like nothing he had ever tasted, almost like strawberry. Now overpoweringly so, but there was a hint of strawberry.
Andy felt his pants tighten and he knew that he really was enjoying this kiss. He used his free hand to rub the boy's back and bring them closer together. The kid knew that he would be scolded, but if he did this right Ephraim would like it so much he wouldn't have a problem doing anything...
"You taste like strawberry, I like it."
Andy spoke softly into the boy's lips, keeping his eyes closed as he did. He liked this, it wasn't as weird as he thought it might be, in fact it was easier then he had ever imagined. Ephraim had soft lips, very kissable. Now that he was closer Andy noticed how muscular the guy was... He was truly in great shape, and bigger then Andy by a few inches. The little heart breaker wouldn't be able to force his will on Eph for very long with out his permission because the guy could really just push him away and Andy would be unable to repute. Plus, who knew what kind of magic the boy had. It was once again just not a fair fight.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:14 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  A voice. Clearly male in tone. Though truthfully it was low enough that Marcel didn't quite hear it at first.
"Hey, aren't you Sierra's friend?"
"Hmm...?" The sound escaped Marcel's throat before he could rightly catch it, another indication that his focus wasn't on his surroundings and more on his small plan to catch a smoke before venturing toward Sierra's room. Though maybe it was for the best that he had answered in that way and not in his more rude manner. The guy sounded timid as it was. No telling what a little rough handling would do to him. And he had a feeling that he would be hearing from the administration about the last person he 'scared' off. Whatever the case of his response and the other's response to it, anything that he could have said was soon blocked out by the long ramble that fell from the guy's lips. The words were so quick that they sort of ran together on the way out. The only reason that he even understood them being the fact that by then he had turned around to better see the owner of the voice. Though this too soon turned into a moot point at the guy finished what he had to say...and then just walked off.
A...curious encounter if there ever was one. And one that he wasn't quite sure of what to think. But…in the midst of all…that. The guy was right. If there was one thing that he knew about Sierra it was that work, no matter what the circumstances, was important. And if there was another thing that he picked up from the male that he had shared a one sided conversation with, it was that the circumstances was something short of dire and into concerning. Sierra was...hurt? Somehow he couldn't help but think that he should have picked up on that. The clothes, the cane, the fact that she had missed class in the first place. They were all clues that only meant that something was wrong. He had recognized that when he had seen her. But he had become distracted in the midst of the very thing he had claimed to hate: drama.
The situation with Pan had been curious. The strangeness of the situation in general even more so. And because of that he somewhat ignored what was in front of him in the first place. Something that he couldn't rightly forgive himself for considering it dealt with his friend. Outwardly his face showed no trace of his inner turmoil, though the quick flicking of the top of his lighter as he brought it out of the pocket could be a clear indication of agitation. It lasted a moment or two, this moody clicking silence, before the top snapped closed for a final time. The hand that went to retrieve it from its place a moment ago moving to drop it in its home again.
He had to see her. There was no way around it. If he didn't not only would be a poor friend, he would be a poor friend that had the nerve to worry about something he choose not to check up on. Changing his course from the boy's dormitory to the girl's, Marcel headed in the direction of Sierra's room.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:06 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra watched him strain himself to move the boxes and easily saw that he'd hurt himself. Honestly, what was it with boys and refusing to acknowledge pain?
Then again, she'd done the exact same thing so it wasn't like she didn't completely understand.
"What math are you taking? I'm going to take pre-cal next semester...not that I understand the use of it. It completely jumps around to different topics and they don't have anything to do with each other." Okay so maybe she'd been taught a wee bit of calculus and pre-cal back home. Math was incredibly important for anyone who was going to do business (good thing she enjoyed math). She'd known that Apollo was incredibly smart but hadn't known what classes he was taking.
When it became obvious that he wasn't going to say a word about his pain, she gave what she hoped to be a comforting smile and said, "I've got an instant cold compress in the bathroom if you need it." She wasn't going to look down on him for getting hurt or not being as strong as some of the other kids. She was about as strong as him when it came to physical strength. Also Ryan and brought her books. She was too grateful to make fun of him even if she had wanted to (which she didn't). "The ice will make you feel better. You helped me earlier, so let me help you with that." Shredded feet did not equate to a pulled muscle, but it was a start to repaying his kindness.
Now she had to find something to repay him for the books.
Then there was a knock on the door. "Hey, it's Martin. Um, if it's okay with you, can I come in?" She blinked somewhat surprised and automatically said, "Yes, you may, the door is open." The Beast's head popped through the door with a nervous smile. When he saw Ryan there, he visibly relaxed. Sierra guessed that Martin had been looking for his friend. She didn't understand why he had assumed Ryan would be with her, but she made a mental note to think about it later.
"Hi there. Are you feeling any better?" She gestured him to come inside and offered him to sit anywhere he wanted. "Yes, I'm fine. Please come in." Martin nodded and grabbed a chair and sat indian style on it. "So what's been going on?" He looked from between Ryan and Sierra to see who would answer him first.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 5:29 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder had been opening his mouth to continue speaking when Sierra suddenly glanced up and her attitude changed. He noted with interest that she actually appeared rather anxious to get away from whatever she had noticed, but - oh. The Beast, of course. It was understandable; Schraeder could see that Sierra and the Beast had an interesting love-hate type of relationship. Oh well, it wasn't his place to judge them. Raising his hand in farewell, Schraeder saw Sierra off and nodded his thanks at Martin. When he was alone again, the King stretched out on the bench and crossed his arms behind his head, staring up at the sky. He had a lot on his mind, and there was only one class he had to take this afternoon to distract him. He knew he couldn't really afford to have all this garbage weighing on his mind if he wanted to really continue to excel in his studies, so he grudgingly decided to take care of some of it. The easiest would be to apologize to Andy and then make sure that Bianca knew about it; that would help as far as their relationship went. Gritting his teeth, Schraeder also realized that he would have to do as Sierra said and forgive Ayden for striking him, though the simple thought of it turned Schraeder's gut into a sickening knot of barely-suppressed anger. Standing and stretching, Schraeder walked alone towards the dorms, thinking as he went. He had to apologize to Andy, but that didn't mean he couldn't scare him at the same time, right? The King of Thieves would pick Andy's lock and leave him a note to apologize; that way, he wouldn't have to deal with any awkwardness of being face-to-face. That suited Schraeder juuuuuuust fine. Arriving at Aladdin's door, Schraeder picked the lock deftly and opened the door - just in time to see Andy kissing Ephraim. The usually unflappable King was stunned into standing silently in the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob and one foot still outside. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat and turned his face away.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 9:44 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ || The walk toward the girl's dormitory was uneventful. The distance between the two places not as far away as it would seem. Though this might have something to do with the fact that Marcel's feet quickly ate up the hallway as he stalked from one end of the hall to the other. This same action probably also the reason that he didn‘t meet that many people on the way either. Whatever the case of the quickness of his arrival, he was soon in the girl‘s dormitory…at Sierra‘s door.
Normally his first inclination would be to just enter. No matter the fact that he had indeed been taught them, manners have never been his strong suit. And in fact he made it a point to avoid using them. Especially when usually he benefited better in not doing so. But for Sierra…he would at least show her the respect she deserved. His left hand still fiddling with the lighter in his pocket Marcel raised its twin to knock at the door. The sound sharp but quiet enough so as to not disturb others in their room along the hall.
“Sierra. Its me Marcel. You in?” Of course he knew that she must have been inside. Just as he had arrived at the door he had heard the tail end of a voice, one that he knew was not her own. It was a distinctive male murmur that didn‘t match Sierra‘s lighter tone at all. So she must have a visitor in there with her…or someone that had broken in. But he wasn‘t going to be pessimistic.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:58 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
"Calculus three. But it's really not as impressive as it might sound. After Calculus two they just elaborate on obscure theories and,,, actually it's a really fun class for me. I know it's not cool, and I'm weird to think it but Calculus is just so applicable to my life that it's amazingly entertain to learn. But that's probably just me... Do you know why calculus was invented? To measure the space inside of barrels for wine manufacturing. I thought that was pretty cool."
Ryan answered confidently when Sierra asked about his math class. He was way to interested in math.... in everything. The boy was nerdy to the extreme, he was practically addicted to knowledge. If he stopped he got head aches and felt ill. The kid needed to learn to continue to thrive. This was his ideal environment.
"I'm taking functions and statistics five next semester for my math class. I'm pretty excited, Statistics are always a hoot."
The ginger looked to the girl on the bed and laughed as if she too understood the fun that could be gotten out of mathematics. It was very rare that one found someone who did not dread numbers. Ryan was odd though and he would be the first to admit it. He was not normal in the least. When Sierra offered him a cold compress he sighed and got up to go find it. When he returned the cooling plastic, gel filled pillow was strapped to his back and he was feeling ten times better.
"Thanks... I didn't want to say anything, but I think I pulled a muscle lifting the box. It's really heavy so be careful... "
When Marty opened the door and let himself in Ryan smiled. He wondered why the kid had been let out of class, then he decided that he didn't care. Martin was to cool then to let him slip away. And Maty could move the boxes no problem, this guy was strong compared to Ryan's helplessness.
"I brought over my books so that Sierra could read them while she gets better."
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 11:38 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin understood the need for books and was happy that his friend had decided to loan his books to Sierra. "Oh well shall I go and move them so they're not in the way?" The injured girl nodded and told him to set them near the desk. He hopped up to his feet and easily picked up the two tubs of books with ease. "Wow, that's a lot of books." Had he been any less strong (hooray weight training!) he would have had trouble with it. He made sure to notice the balcony doors as he moved the boxes and whether they had been locked or not. They had been, but only with an initial lock. Sierra had apparently added her own personal lock to the door. Was there a reason for it? He set them side by side and returned to his designated chair.
When he noticed the ice pack on Ryan's back, he said, "Dude, next time you want to move boxes, let me know. They make a good work out," he lightly teased. "Where'd you get the ice pack by the way?" "That would be due to me. I keep my own small collection of ice packs and a medical kit in the bathroom." Huh, really? Why would she need that when they had the nurse? Ohhh right, the nurse was far from the dorms; it was smarter to have your own kit for small injuries. That raised a question: why would she think she needed one? Did she get injured a lot or did her friends (come to think of it, did she have any other than Marcel) need it?
A knock on the door made him flinch in surprise. Oh, it was the Devil checking in on the hurt girl. It was odd that Sierra's eyes had changed color a bit (though her face remained the same). They'd gotten darker as soon as she heard who it was. "The door is open. Please come in." They'd gotten a bit brown, did that mean something? It was cool how fast her eyes changed.
As soon as the other teen entered the room, he gave a weak smile and waved. It was interesting to watch Sierra's reactions to the new person in the room. The Wicked Queen had minutely relaxed a bit more when she saw him. Were the two only good friends?
So now Ryan was interested in her, Marcel was her best friend who may or may not have more than a friendly interest in her, and there was plain ol' him. To be honest, he had no idea how to view the girl. He was kind of torn about it. On the one hand, she was a baddie which meant he ought to stay away, but on the other, she was just a girl who got hurt a lot in life. Then there was also the fact that she was even able to walk. Like, the campus was huge and yet she was able to use her feet without screaming in pain over it. She'd even tried to hide it. That told him she was quite strong to withstand that pain...had she suffered something like it before?
Maybe it was just him, but it seemed like she really wanted to hug Marcel. Yeah, it was probably just his imagination. Did that mean it was time to leave? Eh, he'd wait till Ryan left. As weird as he felt being in a baddie's room (and a girl's for that matter), he wasn't going to leave his friend alone there.
"Were you able to get my homework without the teacher's fuss?" Fuss? Fuss for who? Okay yeah he knew that teachers were a little biased, but it couldn't have been that bad for baddies...could it? Or did she mean fuss as in the teacher worried over the baddies?
Being around this girl certainly raised a lot of questions. He might learn something about girls in general. At the very least, things were getting interesting.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 6:56 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ || Upon his entrance of the room he immediately took in the others he found there, a skinny red head and….the skittish brunette he had met in the hallway, before his attention settled on the reason he was there in the first place: Sierra.
She had been crying. Though the tears themselves had been hastily wiped away , the slight redness of her cheeks still told the story of the salty drops. The minute puffiness around her eyes telling of sobs held back and silent. Always like Sierra. Never one wanting to be caught crying. Especially when she had reason to do so. The molted bruises were hidden pretty well with the new bandages covering her legs but they could still been seen just barely around the top of the wrapped cloth. A yellowish red tint, the color of promised infection if not treated properly the first time.
The cane. That was the reason why she had it. With bruises like that the pain would be something close to walking on glass or hot stones. And he hadn‘t noticed something like this? Feeling a pain in his own left hand and realizing that his palm had cinched tight around the lighter in his pocket he relaxed his grip. Trying to keep his voice even as he answered the girl‘s question, “ Of Course.”
Finally walking deeper into the room and settling to take a seat beside her on the bed, a look at her other companions a acknowledgement of their presence, Marcel continued his sentence, “Was there any doubt as to my success?”
As he said this he leaned forward slightly and brought light fingertips upon the bandaged part of her leg. A concession considering his faux pas with touch. A question of her well being even as there wasn‘t one. A question that he wanted to ask even if he couldn‘t. Marcel, by nature, was good with words. But there was some things that…he just couldn‘t out right say. There was some things…that he just had trouble mentioning no matter how obvious his concern might be. And one of those things was out right concern. He just…could never rightly explain how he truly felt.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:16 am
↫¤☠☠☠ C. James Rackham III ☠☠☠¤↬
☠☠☠ Captain Hook ☠☠☠
James pulled on his fencing doublet and left his room tucking his face guard under his left arm like a football helmet. With his charm turned on stun, James sauntered down the corridor towards the dining hall making sure to look in the mirrors on the way there. Captain Hook had to look good. Always. What was the point in being called Captain if you didn’t have the looks, charm and confidence to go with it? Hook’s stride was broken when a highly upset looking Aladdin went running by him cupping his face. James paused for a brief moment as he watched the boy run towards his room. “Pathetic little child,” James muttered under his breath. He didn’t care too much for the boy simply because Hook thought that he was rather immature and that Aladdin had no tact with the ladies; he didn’t want some little boy crowding in on his game. Hook wasn’t too worried though. What lady wouldn’t want a handsome, talented man who could treat her right opposed to a worthless street rat? Besides, James had a title; Captain was a rather important position. What did Aladdin have claim to?
Suddenly, James’s stomach growled, and this pulled him back to what his intended mission was. Go to the cafeteria, grab an apple and then head to his fencing lessons. James continued down the hall, passing a particularly angry looking Marcel. I’m not even going to bother asking. Hook knew that Marcel was a strong guy who could do some damage, and right now was one of those times where it would be smart to avoid talking to him unless you had a death wish. Soon enough James reached the dining hall and threw both double doors open. The Captain’s got to make an entrance right? James saw Andee and Pol, and when he was about to head over to them his stomach growled again. Paying attention to his body’s desire for food Hook went over to the lunch staff to grab a quick something to eat. He gave the ladies a quick, charming smile. ”Ladies, how are you all today? Would it be too much trouble to get an apple, a peanut butter sandwich and a carton of milk?” James ended this with a wink, and sure enough the staff quickly made him his food. Before walking away, James made sure to give the handful of women a quick kiss on the cheek as a thank you.
Heading back out into the main dining area, James saw that the two girls were still there. Hook flipped his face guard upside down and placed his apple and carton of milk inside it. With all of his suaveness, James sauntered over to the two. ”Hello ladies, he said flashing a brilliantly white smile. People might think that just because he was Captain Hook he would probably hate Pol because she was Peter Pan, but in all actuality he didn’t. He thought that she was very courageous, and not to mention attractive. What the Academy was doing to her was atrocious, in his mind, simply because they were taking away a beautiful woman from the world. But, what could you do? Hook spoke again once he had gotten closer to the girls. ”How are you two beauties doing today?” After a pause in which he allowed them to reply, James said “Well, I would love to stay and spend the rest of my day talking with such beautiful women as you two, but I’ve got to go to class.” James flashed another smile. “If I don’t see you ladies again, I hope you both have a wonderful day.” James backed away and headed out of the cafeteria.
Fencing was the class that James looked forward to every day. He loved the feel of his swept basket hilt rapier with the 36” musketeer blade in his hand. The balance of the blade was perfect, and the way that it felt as he moved through all ten, technically eleven, parries and the different cuts and thrusts was exhilarating. When James had his sword in his hand he was in his element, and thankfully fencing came naturally to him. His professor hadn’t seen someone who picked up fencing as easily as James did in a long time. It was so beautiful to watch James as he fenced because his lines were gorgeous and his form was phenomenal. He was a deadly ballerina that could kill you almost instantly with a single thrust, or make you suffer before your death by using Angelo’s Deceit: a sword move in which the blade goes through the opponent’s side and pierces the lung, leaving them to drown in their own blood for thirty minutes before they finally die. All of this James loved, and it made him feel like Captain Hook.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:04 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Pol chuckled when the boy said that his friend called him Eph. There was an awkward silence and to his surprise the guy started to tear up. He looked like he was remembering something... A flashback? Peter Pan crossed his arms over his chest and was about to ask if the boy was okay, when he said he had forgotten something and practical ran away. Pol frowned... He needed a friend, and Pan wanted to know this guy better. But it would be rude to follow the guy, even if he looked like he needed someone to talk to. That would have to wait until later...
The little Guy looked to Andree and then to the ground. Pan didn't know what to say to her, maybe to not be angry at him? Maybe to just let this go? What ever he wanted to say, the Boy was interrupted by his literary nemesis. To make matters worse he addressed them as...'Ladies'... Pol cringed and frowned up at the man. In her eyes he was to concerned with his appearance, and with his stupid rules of life. He acted like one of those nineteen forties movie stars. And it annoyed Pan to no end.
"See you soon... Oh, and we need to talk after class."
Pol take well to his 'charming' personality. She was just to childish. The kid didn't see herself as an adult, never had and when James did that, smooth talk winking manly thing he always did it made Pol want to vomit on his shoes just to prove a point. When the man left Pol turned back to Andree and sighed.
"Don't be angry at me... Okay? But I think that I do really want this for myself now. I want to be a guy. I- I just... Please leave it be?"
Pol bit her lip and hoped the girl would understand. Of course she wouldn't Andree didn't get him. It seemed like only Ayden did now a day. After glancing at the clock Pol noticed that she really did have to get to class. the boy took his leave and hurried to his room to grab his protective padding. He had to meet up with Hook for the second half of this hour and do a little VS... It was one of the kids favorite things. With bag in hand he made his way to class, stopping in the door to watch James complete his fencing exercise. While the Captain was still working with his instructor Pan pulled on his gear. Once dressed and ready The kid picked up his Plastic saber and stretched his arms over his head.
"Warmed up? Sorry I'm a little late, I had to talk to Andree."
The kid took a quick step forward then a light jump and he was in the air. He continued to move as if walking but gaining altitude rapidly until he was standing at the level of Jame's shoulders. The kid flipped his mask down and smirked beneath it's netted curtain. They were a good match Captain Hook and Peter Pan... Sure Hook was more talented of a swords man, but Pan had flight... Hand he was truly quicker. It was a joy to fight James, even if he was a bit pompous.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 4:49 pm
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
It some it might have looked like Ryan took advantage of his shy friend. He was a smart boy and if he wanted to he would have been amazing at using people for their strength, In Martin's case, his physical strength. But Ryan truly did like to spend time with the big guy. Martian was almost as much of a nerd as he was, and he was a lot shyer so it was easy to understand where he was coming from. Plus they both had body problems, not for the same resins at all, but it was nice to have someone understand why you don't want to go skinny dip. Martin was also very sweet natured like Ryan, so they meshed well Socially.
"Thanks man. I... I thought I was stronger, I've been using that long bow and it's really tough to hold taught, so I thought I might have gotten at least a little stronger... I guess not."
Ryan gave a crooked smile to his friend then looked back at Sierra. Soon as he did there was a knock at the door and Marcel let himself in. The baddie was strong and had a history of doing as he liked. Like a lot of the students here, Ryan had never actually spoken to the guy and never really thought about doing so... Until now that is. If he was a friend of the girl's, Ryan felt like he should at least try to make the boy's acquaintance. then again.... He was really buff. Ryan got up and gave a grin to Sierra before stepping towards the door.
"Well, I had better get going. See you later Sierra. Bye Marcel."
Ryan looked to Martian, giving him that 'You had best come with me' look as he stepped out into the hall and left the door open behind him. He walked down a few yard so that he would out of sight and waited silently for his friend to join him. They had to talk about this Sierra girl. It was better to set a plan of action now, then have someone's feeling hurt later. If Martin was interested in Sierra like Ryan thought he might be, Ryan would back off without question... But if he wasn't... She was a beautiful young lady and Ryan would love to get to know her better.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 6:25 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra scooted over on the bed so that Marcel would have more room. She'd smirked at Marcel's question and replied, "No doubt at all."
With Marcel's arrival came the two boys' disappearance. She smiled (if a bit forced) at Ryan and waved at Martin in farewell. "See you later then. Again, thank you very much for the books." Sierra was rewarded with a small smile from Martin who followed after the redhead. That was a surprise in itself; whenever she made eye contact with Martin, he would flinch and turn away. That was the biggest reason why she had never attempted contact with the lighter personality. She wondered if his sudden interest in her well being had anything to do with his other half or if he had seen something in her (or her room) that made him curious. She wasn't ignorant of his curious glances.
Marcel then lightly touched a bandaged leg and she prevented herself from flinching. She heard the unspoken question and leaned into him so that their shoulders were touching. "I'm okay." No. No she wasn't and he didn't deserve the lie. "At least I will be." She almost felt like crying again, but it had been enough for the day. Now it was time to keep going and forget it all.
To distract him and herself from crying again (she despised crying), she said, "Polly had her first testosterone shot today. Tinkerbell and I are going to find a way to stop it from happening again so that Polly won't be forced to change genders. Polly does not know about it. Tinkerbell also wants to help with my little dance issue. The King of Thieves has fallen for Snow White which is making Prince Charming feel angry. I'm attempting to distract Prince Charming by asking him to model for a local business branch. Aladdin apparently has some type of interest in Snow White which caused a fight between the two Arabian Night characters." She paused. "I don't understand why the Beast and Apollo helped me, but they brought me to my room and seem to want to continue to interact." It was odd that she would describe people's different dramas...then again, it wasn't unusual for her to distract people from her own problems by describing different topics.
She continued in a softer (weaker) voice, "I hate being trapped. And...I hate how this place does exactly that. Did you know that most previous Wicked Queens lost all ability to walk?" It terrified her the first time she found out that dirty little secret. "I don't want that to happen. I refuse to let that happen. I'm going to fight this...and I'm going to need help." She looked at him with eyes barely holding in tears. "Will you please help me bring this place down?"
This was an extremely dangerous move on her part and the logical part of her mind was berating her terribly for asking him so bluntly. Normally she'd have made absolute certainty whether the person wanted to escape the Academy or not before making her move on them. But...it was Marcel. He was her best friend and she wouldn't manipulate him. If he really didn't want to take part in it, she would never bring it up again. Sierra would blame it on hormones and say she didn't mean it.
There was some truth to that. All she really wanted right now was a hug and for someone to tell her it would be okay even if it was a lie (it probably was a lie but it was a terribly comforting one).
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:22 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin had smiled and closed the door behind him. He heard Sierra say something about being okay before walking over to Ryan. They wouldn't be able to hear Sierra's conversation from where they were; better yet, she wouldn't be able to hear the conversation the boys were about to have.
"So uh, what do you think of her? I mean, she's not as mean as she acts in class." If Ryan were interested in her, Martin would tell him to go for it. As for himself, he was only interested in being friends with the small girl. You know, it was nice to hang out with another girl other than Belissa. Not that there was anything wrong with his Belle of course, but this might mean he was getting better about his social awkwardness. Maybe?
Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was Dark staring through the eyes of his counterpart like a TV screen. Come on! He had been close! He could have easily punched out Marcel and given him a lecture of how to treat your friends. He could have easily sat on the bed and hugged Sierra like he knew she needed. Okay so yeah he wasn't all that good with the hugging thing (punching was more his style) but he'd have been able to do that for her.
Dark was currently pissed off at himself. No, not himself, but the nicer Martin. What the hell was wrong with him? Sierra was way hot and he was ready to step aside and let Ryan (no offense to the dude, he was pretty cool) sweep her off her feet. Oh wow. Not a good choice of words. He'd have to remember to not make feet jokes. Or make lots of feet jokes. Whatever.
So yeah. Nicer him was not willing to go after her. Stupid idiot. But maybe this would work out in his favor. Nice him was bound to eventually see the same things that his darker side saw. Then they would all be friends and there would no longer be a reason to stay away from her and watch her always from afar. He'd try breaking through while around, but knew it was pointless. The most he could cause was a headache so long as his other self never figured out his mental mess. Only a little while longer...he'd find a way out of this mess.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:40 pm
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan smiled when Marty asked him what he thought of Sierra... He wasn't sure if he should tell his friend everything right then, but after a moment he decided it would be best to just say it and get everything out in the open between them. After all. He was his best friend. If Anything they could be open about their feelings.
"I think Sierra is a very smart and beautiful young woman... I thought she might be mean or something before but now, Now I think she was just being protective of her feelings or something. I don't know... Be we should definitely try to get closer to her... Would it be okay with you if I, um, If I asked her on a date? I don't know how you feel about her and if you wanted to I would step down and not think of it again..."
Ryan looked to his friend and hoped he wouldn't see him angry or upset. Feelings were a hard thing for Ryan to completely understand and deal with. He was a brilliant young man, smart as smart can be, but sometime socially he could be a tad... stunted. The ginger ran a hand though his short hair, grabbing on to the locks on the back of his head and tugging lightly. It was a nervous tick. He would pull on his hair or chew the inside of his bottom lip until it was raw. AS sweet as Ryan was he was not completely healthy.
"... I think she likes me."
Ryan hoped she did at least, and that he wasn't just imagining it. He had imagined it before, some girl seemed really into him then he popped the question and she acted like he just betrayed her friend ship... Not good. He was a fragile kind of guy, sure at the time he acted like it was nothing but in his heart he died a little bit.
"What do you think though, I'm not good at reading people."
Ryan rubbed his bare arms and recalled that he had been wearing a sweater that morning... He left it in Sierra's room. Crude, now she would think he was forgetful too.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:02 pm
 Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice Ephraim digested Andy's answer--better to say he attempted to digest his answer. Ephraim could not understand how someone could just do what they want guilt-free. Andy had this almost infuriating tendency to just free himself of all responsibility, all reason. His responses only looked outward, they had no internal reasoning more than a child or an infant would. The more Ephraim thought about it, the angrier he became. Annoying, infantile, ridiculous, obsc--
--pened to you hot stuff? Why were you crying?
Wait what? Ephraim had no time to imagine the connotations of that statement when he felt Andy's fingers running through his hair and the burning trail that it caused until it settled on his hip. His fingers felt like they were causing his skin to burn. All of his magical training kicked in. He hadn't expected the character playing Aladdin to be a magic user but that didn't mean anything. He had to counter this magician or else he would die. His first instinct was acid or some sort of dissolving spell, but he would deal with the damage after he stopped the threat. He reached deep into his power and prepared to blast Andy into pieces, but right as the words were about to leave his lips, Andy brushed them with his own.
Ephraim was gone, more than gone. It was as if he had never existed. How could the awful person he believed himself to be, be involved in something so.. magical? He realized that this was too fast, too much, too wonderful to last but he didn't fight. He deepened the kiss and held on, held on to this minuscule chance at happiness. It was all that mattered now. Ephraim would protect this, no one would take it from him.
At least, until he was awakened to reality by the quiet *AHEM* that pierced the silence like a stampede of misery and regret. Ephraim broke the kiss in sudden inexplicable fear and shot out of the bed. His wide eyes looked upon the form of Stetson and his already cold fear became frigid and shattered. This was the end, they had won. They had already taken his happiness once more. How could he ever trust anyone or anything? Why couldn't they just leave well enough alone?
His fear subtly changed into rage. It was not enough that he had done such terrible things that his Grandmother couldn't even look him in the eye when he spoke of it. It was not enough that he had been wrenched from his life, his best friend, and everything he had once known. It was not enough that he suffered in silence under his own self-induced oppression. Now they had to take this sliver of hope that he could one day live with himself, that he could look at his life and be happy, that he could love someone forever. No, not today, it was not going to happen today.
Ephraim's eyes burned with vengeance as he uttered, "Tira bromair kora'ta avun!" Wooden tendrils shot from the door and wrapped themselves around Stetson's arms, legs, and torso. They pulled him back into the room and Ephraim walked over and shut the door. "I think it's time to set a few things straight," he said coldly.
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