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 Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 2:04 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco mock saluted as he turned away and trudged back towards their dorm. Some guys were coming out of the party and Draco's anger roared out of nowhere. He dropped the butt she had given him and slid a pair of brass knuckles on each hand. His eyes gleamed as came closer.
"Hey you faggots, you gonna go have a circle jerk?" All five of them turned and smirked at Draco. Two of them started circling, Draco let them.
"What, no answer, to much spunk in your mouths? d**k got your tongue?" Draco glared as he felt hands grab his, again he had let them. One of the ones facing him slammed his fist into his stomach. Draco gasped in pain, another brought a knee into his face, blood began flowing. Draco was done though, that's all they got.
Draco wiped his now, blood smearing on his jacket. All four guys were on the ground, knocked out. Draco left a little happier now. Draco was thinking about starting a fight club for the end of the year. He slammed the door to his dorm and blasted some heavy metal and set all vaporizers to high.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 5:03 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia stripped her jeans free of her body and climbed into her cool sheets. And just when she was finally drifting off to sleep, she heard drunken singing just outside her room. Drunken singing in Russian. Just barely under the noise of the signing she could hear the sound of a key turning in her lock. When Emerson walked into the room, he didn't say a word. He simply got between the sheets with Amelia. She turned her back to him so that they could spoon and she felt his arm around and coming to rest with his hand cupped around one of his sister's breasts.
"Did you lock the door behind you?"
"You feel nice, Milly. I like touching you. Your skin's so smooth and warm..."
"Em, the door. Did you lock it?"
Emerson sounded annoyed now; he was busy praising his twin for her excellence and she was fretting about the dammed door. His other hand worried its way under the pillow so that Amelia's head was cushioned by it as well as the fluffy Egyptian cotton. His breath stunk of a very fine vodka; her rarely used her pet name, Milly, except when he was good and well drunk.
"Of course, Milly. I'm not a fool."
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 5:41 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco opened his eyes with a groan as his alarm went off at six, just two hours after he went to sleep. He rubbed his eyes, the vaporizers must of ran out an hour and half after he set them, the burn of resin hurt his nose. He got up and turned them off and felt how sore he was. He counted the bruises and rubbed the dried blood from his nose. He started his morning exercises regardless of the soreness and did fifteen extra reps for each bruise and his nose. When he was done he walked down the hall to the shared bathroom and washed the filth from his body.
Half an hour later he was holding two cups of coffee and at her door. He knocked softly, no answer. Alright, I warned her. No excuses. They were meeting Yosef in ten minutes. Draco dropped both cups on the floor carefully and pulled his pick kit out, and began.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 6:49 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia was still fast asleep in her bed, Emerson's arms around her protectively. She'd neglected to set the alarm for the next day, had completely forgotten the fact that they had a meeting with the "band" that beautiful Sunday morning. She'd also neglect to re-dress again, after Em had had his fun the night before, and was only wearing the dress shirt, unbuttoned down to the waist. Amelia'd rolled over some time in the night so that she was nestled in his arms like a lover instead of spooning. She murmured a few words in french and nuzzled closer to Em, her blanket hiding the worst of her mostly nudity.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:41 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco finally picked the lock and turned the knob quietly. He opened the door and picked both cups up. He walked in and let his eyes adjust. Her roommates bed was empty and he saw to people in her bed. Did her roommate get drunk enough and slip into her bed. How hot. Then he noticed it was short blond hair. s**t. Draco set her cup of coffee down and then his. It was the perfect opportunity to get evidence. Yet his hand was stayed. So he set his cup down, pulled a sheet of paper from their shared printer and wrote a quick note. He slid it under her coffee and locked the door on the way out. Draco smirked at what the note had said. He had also left his watch, the pocket watch that was handed down, grandfather to son. It was set to go off in fifteen minutes.
'Hello there Valentine,
I mean the female if you read this first Emerson.
So I came to get you so we could talk about the band. Didn't answer the door, and I let myself in, you know how. Saw you two together and left your coffee. For the first time in my life I felt the urge to collect blackmail evidence and fought it down. See you in twenty to thirty minutes.'
Draco was sitting with Yosef. They were talking about who could become their guitarist and drummer. Six names on a list. Now they were just waiting on Valentine, while sharing a blunt.
That ornate pocket watch, worth a small fortune itself. Studded in thirty karat gold and six karat diamonds. The cogs were inlaid with gold and silver, a diamond ran the whole thing with more precision than quartz crystal. Fifteen minutes later in started to shrill as the ten tiny reeds were added to the vibration.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 8:16 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia was rudely awakened from her pleasant (and exhausted) dreams by a high, unfamiliar shrill. Emerson stirred groggily beside her. She gave him a gentle kiss, and climbed over his body to inspect the source of the noise. A watch? She clicked it closed, shutting off the noise. Amelia ran the watch over and in her hands, examining the fine time piece. Behind her, she could hear Emerson roll out of the messy bed and pad over barefoot behind her. He stole the first drink of coffee and made a face.
"This taste like hospital coffee. And it's cold."
"Then don't steal it."
She spotted the note and read it sideways. Oh s**t. Where does he get off? We did nothing wrong! She crumpled up the note, shrugged off her night shirt and padded over to the closet and got out a new, unsoiled uniform.
"Don't even have time for a shower. This is not cool. Em, don't steal all of my coffee. I'll be back, soon. Don't get caught."
She finished tying her tie and reached for the cup, kissing him softly. Amelia hurried out of the room, locking it behind her, sipping at the cold brew.
"Sorry I'm late. Didn't set an alarm. What did I miss?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:17 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco looked up, Yosef had left, something about his girlfriend. He didn't care at the moment, he was waiting for Amelia.
"Oh ho, she joins us. Sleep pleasantly, warmly?" Draco was daringly close to mentioning Emerson.
"If you read my note you'll see that I could have blackmailed you to no end. I didn't which is very out of character for myself." Draco was buzzing very slightly, his had pulled a flask out and was already drinking. It stung his fat lip and made his body warm, which made the bruises ache. You could see them, he hadn't worn his jacket that morning. The most obvious was his nose though, it hadn't set right and was now a little crooked.
"Yosef gave me a list of names. Six to be accurate. All musicians not in a musical class. Good thing is, they are in both of our courses. Three in Classical and three in Electronics." Draco tore the sheet in half and handed her the three she would meet up with.
"I know you may not have as much interest in this as I do, but it would give me peace of mind if you pretended." Draco grimaced as he took another gulp of the whiskey in the flask.
"Now I have things to do, people to see and worlds to through into disarray. We'll meet tomorrow, after class at the bunker, my shed, six pm." Draco got up and stretched. He was sullen, that's why he was drinking and being a bit of an a**. Here he was changing his ways just slightly for a girl who he'd never have a chance with and it was starting to tick him off a little.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:48 am
Amelia Valentine
Should I thank him for not blackmailing me? Still, Amelia was starting to wonder how much Draco had seen. But they'd been so careful...Damn him. Before she'd started to buddy-buddy with him, everything had been nice and smooth. Now, she might as well be driving down a gravel road filled with potholes.
"I thought we cleared up the fact that I wasn't sleeping with Emerson?"
She sipped the cold coffee, and made a face. It really did taste disgusting. Did they forget to change the filters? Figures. She needed the caffeine though, and it only tasted like piss; Amelia didn't mind it too much. She stared at Draco. Or more accurately, the bruises and possibly broken nose.
"What happened to you last night? You didn't look anything like that when I left you."
She didn't so much as glance at the names on the paper; Draco's shiner was so much more interesting. The paper was folded up and tucked away into a pocket; it was promptly forgotten.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 1:01 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"You could tell everyone on the planet that till you are blue in face. When they see a picture of you and your brother snuggled together, him in nothing but boxers, you in his dress shirt, well they won't listen. I know from experience." Draco had been kicked out of his last school for that very reason, and had gotten a tenured teacher thrown out of the country. he wasn't going to go into that right now.
"I may have gotten a little to drunk and picked a fight with four guys. They are in the infirmary, with broken ribs and a broken wrist." A lie, he had picked the fight to pick a fight, to get some frustration off his chest, the same frustration was back. Seeing her and her brother had made him want to be in that bed, his shirt on her. He didn't care if they had ********, he just wanted to be next to her. He was going crazy.
"I really have to go, you can tag along if you want, just some deals to broker and money to collect." Draco was usually lonely on Sundays. The three women he slept around with spent their day at home, with their husbands and families. Draco winced as he stretched wrong and the massived bruise on his stomach contracted. He took another gulp from his flask.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 2:54 pm
Amelia Valentine
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter what you believe. I know the truth, and so does Em. And I’ll have you know, that that shirt is extremely comfortable. Why would you need to black mail us, anyway? What do you want from us?”
Amelia frowned at Draco. It hurt her more then she thought it should, seeing him looking like that. At least he gave better then he got. That nose looked painful, at the very least.
“You look terrible.”
She took a final gulp of the terrible coffee and nodded, standing. Her day was mostly clear, except for practicing her fiddle and having a fancy dinner with Emerson. They’d gotten permission to go off campus and everything. She reached into the pocket with the half-sheet of paper with the potential band names on it and retrieved her crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes. She shook two out and offered one to Draco before pulling Emerson’s embellished silver lighter out and clicked the flame alive.
“Sure, I’ll come. I’ve got nothing better to do. Can I ask you a question?”
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 9:28 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco took the cigarette and lit it with his own zippo. He took a drag, the nicotine blocking the pain for now.
"Besides the one you just asked me? Go ahead shoot." Draco was willing to tell this girl anything, he had a feeling this was the way to her, well anywhere. ******** pathetic Draco getting all mushy inside. Why because you can't have her, cause she won't have you? Pathetic. Draco chuckled at an unseen joke as he started walking.
"Yeah you can ask me a question as long as I can ask you one as well." Draco took another drag and then left he cigarette in between his pinky and ring finger.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 3:08 pm
Amelia Valentine
"What's better then a big juicy stake?"
Emerson's lighter disappeared back into Amelia's pocket and she exhaled the smoke. She loved the way her Lucky Strikes tasted; much smoother and lighter, in a toasted sort of way, then Draco's Pall Malls. She tossed the half-empty coffee cup into a trash bin on the way out of the cafeteria and jammed her hands into pockets, her f** perched in her mouth delicately. Her thumb traced Em's initials embroidered on the lighter slowly, thinking back to the previous night's fun. He'd been drunk, and hadn't been gentle, like he usually was. Amelia was still sore, even hours later.
"We need to swing by my room, too; your watch is still in there. I forget it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:47 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco suxked more of the unfiltered cigarette down. It was good, he smoked the Paul Malls for the cheap, but he always bought a pack of Strikes and would slowly smoke them throughout the month.
"King crab, snow lobster, shrimp and a baked potato, with a red wine." Draco was not into red meat, or pork, or chicken. In fact the only meat he ate was seafood. It was a personal choice.
"What is better than heroin?" Draco knew she'd be stumped on that question. He pulled out his little notepad and consulted the day's events. First it was collect some money. From a druggie, in the girls dorm. Draco smiled.
"What a coincidence, I have some money to collect from that dorm. Did you like that watch. Been in the family for six generations. Built by the swiss." He wasn't bragging he just liked it, it was probably the only thing he liked from his family.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:35 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia smiled and spoke around the cigarette, her hands still buried in her pockets. She had not the fainest idea that Draco would have such tastes in his protein. Expensive, but that is to be expected. Who here doesn't?
"Clever, but wrong. A stale piece of bread is better then a big juicy steak. I knew you weren't paying attention when we watched The Land of the Blind. They have this saying, in the picture. 'A stale piece of bread is better then nothing. Nothing is better then a big, juicy steak. A stale piece of bread is better then a big, juicy steak.' They use it for psychological purposes, to brain wash the general populace."
Well, it was one of the sayings they had. She freed one of her hands to tap off the growing end of ash as her Strike burned itself to death.
"It's a fine time piece. Although, that timer you have on there is extremely annoying. It woke us up from a rather pleasant dream."
Amelia walked in silence for a spell, thinking on Draco's question. Finally, she shrugged with one shoulder, that peculiar habit both of the Valentine children shared.
"You're asking the wrong user. I choose H, 'cause it has a real nice taste."
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 8:30 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"Nothing is better than Heroin. At least that was true till I made Devil Juice." Draco chuckled lightly as they turned into the dorm. Draco stopped and took two steps back out.
"Didn't expect the Dorm Mother to be here. This complicates this slightly. I've already been caught three times. So then how bout you get the watch and go down to three six four. Falicia owes me four grand. If she doesn't have it, give her this note. Don't read it, you won't like it, but them's the breaks when you don't pay your bill." Draco turned and leaned against the wall. He produced a piece of folded paper.
"Thank you in advanced. I'll owe you, what an ounce. Pure." Draco gave her a mock salute and waited.
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