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 Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:56 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
 Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy rolled her eyes. She knew they weren't sneaking. She could tell by their body language that they hadn't been sneaking. If they had been, they completely sucked at it. However, at the whole helping a girl thing, she raised an eyebrow. As long as it wasn't against her will, Artemis didn't care. "Well, that was nice of you two....Oh, my practice went fine...I was just heading to put my bow up..." She trailed off in thought.
She really wanted to practice some more. And besides, her next class was really boring. She was sure she could get a note from the Archery teach to let her come out for extra practice. Plus, she had an A in her 'Famous Women in History' history class, her last class of the day. Ryan would probably be able to tell that the gears in her mind were working away. An idea she intended on acting upon.
"You know...I'm sure I could get the coach to write me a note so I could join you..." She finally said aloud with a radiant smile. She'd get to spend time with her literary brother and practice more archery. It was a win-win. "Plus, I can shoot him if he scolds you...." She added, a devilish grin on her face. She wouldn't really shoot the coach, just make him stay on his toes. You know, like how they made people dance like they were shooting at their feet. It would be amusing to say the least. "What do you think?" She asked Ryan.
She really wanted to practice again. So, for the added effect, she gave Ryan the puppy dog look. "Please....please say it's alright...." Ryan was the only guy she actually asked before doing anything, especially if she might intrude. She knew he was a good guy and respected her views on things. Nor did she press her ideals on him. It was one of those things were they understood each other. She never thought she'd have a brother, but she was glad she did now.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 9:33 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Interesting. The magician seemed to be having some kind of meltdown. Schraeder would be rather interested to know what caused it, but the young man at his feet was not really sharing. Before he could open his mouth, however, he was freed from the wood bindings. He shivered slightly in excitement; being bound was his greatest hate. "Fine, Ends," he said as he was pushed out. "Don't accept it. Just remember...I tried to end this peacefully." Then the door shut. The King was satisfied - that had been suitably dramatic. Turning on his heel, Schraeder disappeared down the hall. Next stop: Sierra. He had to talk to her anyway. Arriving at her door, he knocked loudly and waited to be admitted.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 3:48 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  "Between us, we'll find a plan that works." Marcel said confidently as he accepted the hug slowly. Though he wasn’t sure how this venture would end, he was sure that they would come up with some kind of plan. He knew they would. As strong as the school might be, they were still vulnerable in their own way. There had to be some kind of weakness that they could take advantage of, some kind of loop hole that they weren't seeing at this moment. They would just have to think...and plan. He didn't have as many contacts in the upper world as Sierra did...but he did have enough below that could get some dirt on the school if they needed it. He would just have to call in some favors...
The words of gratitude were somewhat of a surprise, the small tears that followed even more so. Those two actions stunning Marcel a moment before his body made a decision for him and moved the hand on Sierra‘s back in comforting circles. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to thank him for. She needed help. He was willing to give it. So…there really was no need to…say anything like that. It was almost embarrassing. Though he didn’t show it as he responded in easy tandem, “ You know I’ll help you anytime I can.”
With Marcel, it was a given. Once a person became his friend, he did all that he could to help them. No strings attached. No’ ifs’ or ‘maybes‘. He was about to say as much before a knock came at the door. The sound was sharp, a direct rap of the knuckle that almost startled him into pulling back from Sierra quickly. The evidence of which came in the form of the slight slackening of his arms. He had no problem showing Sierra his affection when it was just the two of them, but he still had trouble showing it when they had an audience. Tightening his own embrace briefly to show that he meant nothing by it, Marcel patted her back a final time before pulling back. The pithy response to her last question rising to his lips, “ I suppose....entertain a guest?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 4:51 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 let Emmett go as he jumped from her arms. He wasn't the one cat that liked to be held. That was Alice, her little shoulder kitty. Oh well. She'd have to wait til later to see them. It was time for her last class of the day. Something she wasn't looking forward to. Personally, she was ready to end her academic day. So, Bianca headed to her class and asked for her homework for the day, with the excuse that she wasn't feeling well.
The teacher handed her a small packet of work, which she'd do later, and she headed off. First, she stopped by her dorm to drop of the papers. Once that was taken care of, she turned around and headed back outside. Bianca wasn't going to head to her tree, that was a place she'd avoid for awhile. No, she headed to this small clearing near a brook. She knew many places like that. A perfect perch in a tree, a nice spot by a stream, and the like.
Once she arrived, she sat on an old tree that had fallen over. It had been there for awhile, moss covering most of it. It was an excellent spot to sit. Sometimes she'd see wildlife come up for a drink from the pond, or eat from the berry bushes near by. Usually that was only if she stayed really still and really quiet. Which happened to be exactly what she was planning to do. She leaned her head back up against the tree for support and closed her eyes, just listening to the sounds of the stream, the birds, and the wind.
It wasn't long before her mind was cleared and she was relaxed. She felt at peace, truly, for the first time that day. No boys, no drama, no fighting. Just her. It was nice. The trickling of the stream nearly lulled her into a dozing sleep. Bianca just let herself escape for that little time, making everything right for just that small amount of time.
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 Jan 04, 2011 11:50 pm
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ ℬ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ  ..:тнe ɴιɢнтιɴɢαʟe:.. "Again! 1-2-3-4!"
On cue Aquila went through the Chromatic Scale. Starting from the bottom 'C' and moving higher. The hour was getting late. Her voice showing its strain as the clear bell tone she began with fell into the dry rasping of leaves. Her frustration obvious as she hit the notes with more force than the last. She was tired. She was tired of going over the same scale over and over again. And she was about tired of this teacher. If he told her to go through this scale one more time....
"Again! Watch the rhythm! Ready? Go!"
The beginning was shaky. The root unstable as it rolled from her lips and then finally settled. The other notes came out strangely as well, the tone growing then fading in a obvious attempt to save her voice as she made it to the top. But on the way down her voice finally broke. Turning a flat note sharp. She heard it. It was obvious in the way her brows arched deeply over her forehead. In the way she suddenly stopped, immediately falling into a fit of coughs. It was obvious that the teacher had heard it as well. If the way he went to yelling had anything to say about it.
"And what..was that?" The male's voice was stormy. Like a thunderstorm barely kept in check. He was angry. There was no doubt about that. And if there were then the words he spat out next quickly killed it, "How can you expect to play your part as the Nightingale if you can't even keep in tune for longer than a minute!"
"A...minute? Try some hours! Just about two hours to be exact!" Aquila finally snapped as her coughs finally went silent. Some of the power behind her anger lost as her voice echoed around the room with a obviously tarnished quality, "How the hell can you expect me to keep in tune when I can barely speak as it is!"
" Because by now you should be singing at professional levels! Acting like a professional! Weak voiced beginner! Mediocre novice!" There was poison behind the words. So much so that it left Aquila silent as he began speaking again, "Now start from the beginning! And this time keep in tune!"
"The hell I will!" Aquila practically growled back in response. The clenching of her hand a clear indication that if she had something within its grip...she probably would a brained him with it, " I'm so over this crap its not even funny! Finish your little rehearsal on your own!"
That said Aquila stooped down quickly to grab at her satchel. Not even taking the time to sling it across her shoulders in her hurry to get away from the room before she did something potentially dangerous. It only took a few seconds, her heeled feet making a staccato beat as it met the hard tiled floor. Her mind already blocking out the furious threats that instructor threw at her back.
She needed something to loosen and sooth her throat. To calm her stomach. The coppery taste of blood, the sign of how close she had been to ripping the fleshy innards of her throat, was turning her belly sour. And on top of that...she couldn't remember if she had even eaten today. Maybe it was time to visit the cafeteria. [ « ]xx[ ► ]xx[ ll ]xx[ » ]
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 2:17 pm
↫¤☠☠☠ C. James Rackham III ☠☠☠¤↬
☠☠☠ Captain Hook ☠☠☠
James took out the oil rag from the case he kept his sword in and began to polish and clean the metal with gun oil so it didn’t rust. Hook babied his sword; it was his pride and joy, and is should be since it cost $165. Hook carefully polished all the crevices and turns of the swept hilt, being sure to clean off any bodily oils that had gotten on it. He then moved carefully down to the blade. It was absolutely gorgeous how the light glinted off of the metal. While Hook did love the ladies, his real love was his sword. While he continued to clean, Hook reflected on today’s class.
He was amazed at Pan’s initial attack, the beat in four that he opened with certainly caught Hook off guard, but Hook was glad to have recovered and stop the heat cut with a parry five. Hook was particularly proud of his parry one followed by a bind of Pan’s blade which made way for a lovely cross-step ballestra and an attack to Pan’s chest, which was, of course blocked. The instructor, sadly, had to call the fight off because class was over. Still, Hook was quite shocked as to how adept Pan had gotten at sword. Now, Pan’s lines weren’t nearly as beautiful Hook’s, and every now and then Pan was rather slow to react, arriving at parries just in the nick of time, but Pan’s progress was still quite shocking.
Hook finished cleaning his blade and placed it back into its protective case, and picked up the apple that was sitting on top of it. As Hook went to leave the fencing room, he remembered that Pan had wanted to talk to him. Maybe Pol’s finally come around and decided that she doesn’t want to be a guy after all. Hook checked to make sure that his breath still smelled good. It did. Now, where is she? Hook turned around and surveyed the room, finding Pol, he walked over to where she stood. Hook placed his arm against the wall, leaning there at a diagonal angle. “You wanted to talk me, Pol?” Hook said taking a bite out of his green apple, flashing his pearly whites. This better be good, James thought. He didn't have time to stand around talking when nothing was going to come of it, but first things first: compliment the girl. "You've gotten better at fencing, Pol. It was a pleasure to fence with you today." Hook smiled one of his charming smiles, and waited for Pan to say something.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 3:06 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
He was doing it again... that this he always did, that smiley fake creepy thing! Pol tensed his shoulders and took a little step to the side, away from the man. He was not ever someone she particularly liked and as time went on, he was thinking of Hook as a bigger a** then ever. Of course he would complement her, it was the kind of thing he did... If class hadn't ended Pol would have won, he was winning. Sure he wasn't as pretty about his sword play, but he was a hell of a lot more crafty.
"James..."
Pol looked up at the man, there was that grin. He looked back down, avoiding eye contact. James made him nervous, skiddish. The kid crossed his arms over his chest and hoped that this would come out right. If he couldn't get it right then he was doomed to having his little life ruined.
"Don't call me lady. Don't call me beautiful. I'm making my transition now and it's just uncomfortable for everyone involved. I know you've never treated me like a guy, but I would appreciate it if you would from now on. Male pronouns, no more of this creepy thing you're doing."
Pol took another little away. He looked up at Jame's face letting his arms drop to his sides. Captain hook was a very handsome man, but to creepy for Pol to ever have feelings for. The boy rubbed the back of his neck frowning. He didn't want to have to ask everyone to change how they thought of him, but that was really the only way.
"Call me Pol, or Pan, or Hell... Even Peter, From now on. Okay?"
Even though Pol still had a few reservations about this gender transition thing, it would be best to take control of it as much as possible and do it on her own terms. He wanted to control his own life, his own body and this was the best he could do now. No one liked everything about this school, this was just Pol's cross to bare.
"I want to do this as painlessly as possible."
He wouldn't understand. James didn't liked him... James was nothing more then a giant stupid a** hat. Pol never liked how he tried to act so cool all the time, how he was always trying to charm the girls into doing stuff for him...
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 7:19 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra felt a pang of sadness when Marcel initially pulled away from her, but understood the reason for it. He'd never been the kind of person that liked to be touched, and certainly didn't like for others to see him in a softer state. As he pulled away for the second time, she wiped away all traces of tears and gave him a small smile. She could relate as she was the same way.
This made it all the more embarrassing that she'd actually cried and hugged two random goodies. That reminded her, she was going to have to ask them to be quiet about the whole crying fiasco...which probably meant sharing emotions (she mentally cringed at that) or making some sort of promise. Joy.
She rolled her eyes at Marcel's response, but said aloud, "The door is open. Come in." She was rather curious as to who would come knocking at her door - it seemed she got really popular today, didn't it? Sierra blinked in surprise when Stetson revealed himself.
Considering almost all their conversations revolved around a single girl, she assumed it was going to continue with that topic. However, something seemed a little off. It wasn't that he looked worse, but his body language was different. "Stetson, are you alright?" She was watching him carefully for any little telling signs...hanging out with Martin had taught her a lot about discovering reasons behind certain reactions. "Please, have a seat wherever you like," she added. It didn't look like he'd gotten himself in another fight. What in the world happened between the time that she left him and now?
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 7:35 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
When Sierra answered the door, Schraeder stepped in and raised an eyebrow. Who was the large man, and what was he doing here? Ah well; he didn't appear to be doing any harm, and Schraeder was quite tired of fighting for the day. He noted that Sierra seemed to be collecting herself, but he would leave off that line of questioning for now. "I'm quite all right," he said, seating himself comfortable on a chair that was auspiciously close to the door. He continued to flick his gaze at Marcel, but he wouldn't ask. "I seem to have...shall we say, stumbled upon a private moment in the boys' dorms. I can't really say much further than that." He rubbed his face. "I really, really hate being tied up," he growled, revealing his intense frustration in the grating tone of his voice and the way his hand tightened on the arm of the chair. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he looked over at Sierra. "But I'm not the only one that appears a bit worse for wear. Are you doing all right? I noticed your injury before, but it seemed imprudent to mention it."
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 8:45 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin almost chuckled at Roxy's antics. He supposed it was time for him to leave and let his friend go to class in (relative) peace. "I'll see you later Ryan." He mouthed at him 'good luck' before leaving in the direction of the gym. It wasn't that he felt like going for a workout, but he wanted to find Belissa. Martin really wanted to know her opinion on Sierra...it was weird, but he always cared about her thoughts. He also knew that if he decided he wanted to start hanging out with the Queen, it was more than likely that the two girls would meet.
He wanted for them to get along. Sierra mentioned something about goodies not liking her, and he wanted to first see how Belissa felt before introducing the two to each other. If Belle really didn't like Sierra, he wouldn't bother with it. Martin didn't really want to increase the tension Sierra apparently felt with goodies.
They weren't really that bad...were they?
His other half was laughing. Not that bad? Dude, both sides were equally terrible to the other. Now he couldn't say who started it, but he knew who could end it: the Academy. Why didn't they just stop the whole fighting mess? Added to the strength of acting supposedly, which was okay with him. He got all the fighting he wanted, he got the friends he wanted (screw politics), and he got the shelter and perks that go with it he (well, his lighter half) had always dreamed of. Life was good.
Well now if he could just get himself a bit more freedom, life would be perfect. All he had to do was get himself to figure out that something was just a wee bit off. Last time he tried getting someone to tell his better half about his personality disorder, Martin had suffered some kind of scary as crap mental breakdown. That was never ever going to happen again. To make matters worse, Light Martin had completely forgotten everything that had been mentioned in that conversation! So not fair.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 9:40 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l The young queen paid attention to the vague words spoken and pondered silently as to what they could mean. "Ah, I don't believe you two have met yet. Stetson Schraeder, meet Marcel Cassilen, better known as the Devil. Marcel, this is the King of Thieves." She looked between the two boy in her room and internally sighed. Somehow, she didn't think this was going to go all that smoothly unless the two boys could develop some sort of camaraderie. Hmm, a project for another time.
"My feet are fine. The bandages were changed as soon as I returned to my room. Unfortunately, I think I have exhausted all my walking time today." She watched him for a few moments before sighing softly. "Thank you for not mentioning it earlier. On the matter of indiscretion, let me vouch for Marcel's honor. I trust him. Whatever you say shall not be mentioned outside of this room." She understood how much it must have taken for the King to reveal a personal weakness. The very least she could do was assure him that his dislike wouldn't be spread to the rest of the student body.
She mentally went through the vague explanation. Something happened in the boy's dorms and he couldn't say more than that. Wait, couldn't? It was one thing to not want to say something. It was another matter entirely to be unable to. Perhaps it had been misspoken, but Sierra didn't think the King ever spoke without carefully weighing his words. Did he get blackmailed? Whatever the cause, it was big enough that it managed to get Stetson tied up. As much as she wanted to ask, she didn't think she was going to get any more on the subject out of him.
"If you would like some tea, there is a box of various tea types and a coffeemaker over by the desk. I would make it for the two of you, but I'm a little indisposed at the moment," she ended with a half-smirk. At the very least she had a very good excuse for not being a good hostess. Sierra hadn't missed how he'd put himself near the door to leave if need be. In order to help further distract him, she decided she'd just ask him what he wanted. "Was there anything you wished to speak about? More on Bianca? Revenge? Homework?" She really added the last one as slight joke, but she had been curious as to what he wanted. She couldn't just ask him plainly if he need assistance with anything because he would simply deny her offer (his ego refused to accept help).
It was almost funny how her interactions with friends were so convoluted.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 11:26 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder took off his glasses slowly, folded them closed, and placed them on a nearby end table. That done, he sighed heavily and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. The King usually refused to let his emotions of weakness show, ever. What was it about Sierra that made him trust her? Maybe the fact that she was also royalty, and understood his pain that he had to keep hidden from public view. "Marcel, hmm?" he asked, looking over at the big man. "Well, if Sierra trusts you, then you can't be that bad." He smiled slightly. "Doesn't mean I trust you at all, but I don't think I have a problem with you." He stood and extended a hand. After that was taken care of, the King began to pace slightly. God, he really, really hated being tied up. He wanted to eradicate Ends just for extending it for even a few seconds. "I...yes, I would like some tea." He contained his anger by striding across to the teapot and beginning to make some. He wasn't that great at making tea, but he made enough for all three and poured it out, leaving the cup for Marcel on the counter and handing one to Sierra. "What does your royalty mean to you?" he asked suddenly, looking penetratingly at Sierra over his tea.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:55 am
 Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice Ephraim was exhausted. He didn't really feel physically tired though. Holding a spell for any length of time had a small mental and physical drain but he had long since gotten past that aspect of his training, he was emotionally exhausted. Ephraim didn't even fuel the spells that he used. I'm much too important for that, he thought ironically as his hands brushed the true source of his magical abilities. Around his neck was a small silver chain, the minuscule links were masterfully connected to look like rope instead of chain. Hanging from the chain just over Ephraim's solar plexus was a red orb about the size of a quarter in circumference. There was no ornamentation besides this orb, which was odd due to the small fortune that the chain itself must have been worth. The only oddities of the stone was that it was as flawless as glass and if you looked very closely, you could see that the contents swirled as if the stone held a liquid.
Ephraim knew the truth though; his power, and the power of every sorcerer in the history of magic, was fueled by human souls and demons. In this Sorcerer's Stone held all the power that Ephraim would ever need for training. The current sorcerer had captured (although the better term would probably have been 'enslaved') countless souls to fuel his spells as well as the power and companionship of two lesser imps and one lesser demon. The souls did not have names but his demons did and reminded him at every opportunity--Nierda (the demon), Krat and D'zar (the imps). All of them were contained within the stone ready to serve or empower Ephraim as necessary. This knowledge was one of his darker secrets; his mentor had not needed to waste his breath to tell him to keep it that way.
"You've never been kissed?... Really? Because you're really good at it Eph."
Ephraim immediately blushed. He was flattered that Andy was going through all this trouble to make him feel better but he knew better than to believe it. He knew he wasn't handsome and he especially didn't believe the 'good kisser' part. Even though Andy was being painfully obvious in his intentions, Ephraim thought he was still charming in a cute, immature way. Plus, he was extremely handsome and he had stuck by Ephraim and was not afraid of the consequences of their relationship (however long it may last). Ephraim was attracted to him and the truly amazing part was that Andy was attracted back. As Andy carried him back to the bed, Ephraim convinced himself more and more that he wanted things to be like this, no connections, no promises, no hurt. When Andy's eyes asked for permission, Ephraim responded silently as well by sharing a thought with him. Yes
Later, Ephraim was still reeling. Andy had amazing in every way and Ephraim had attempted to give him at least some of the pleasure he had offered first. It had been exciting, exotic and wonderful. He couldn't wait until he had another night with him. As he snuggled into his own sheets in his own room, he fantasized about being in one down the hall. This was great, he loved how it made him feel and he loved how he could make someone else feel the same way. As he was drifting off, he had a sudden thought invade his happiness.
You are worthless. Filth. No matter who protects you or what lies you tell to make them do so, you will always and forever be alone.
Ephraim did not hear this as he had already drifted away to sleep, but his face was no longer smiling. It had twisted into discomfort and he rolled away as if he could escape the statement echoing within his head. It was this way that he spent that night, trying to escape demons. But, these demons were not summoned by some unknown enemy, they came from within himself...
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 12:26 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy had forgotten Stetson, he had forgotten his horrible day, he forgot why he had been so upset... All that mattered now was Ephraim. The boy had never thought that he could do something so amazing with another guy... But it really was amazing. The street rat had helped the kid back to his room and was now in the hall, taking his sweet time... Eph was much better then he let on. He really did have a talent. Andy recounted the evening and a chill when down his spin, that boy really did a number on him. Andy wanted to grab something to eat before he hit the sack, he was rather beat. But his hair was a mess, and he was a bit sore. Nobody had ever been like Eph had with him... Andy had never really thought about the person afterward... He wondered if the kid would forgive him, if he wanted to spend the night in his dorm some time, if he wanted to experiment...
It was odd, girls didn't do this to him. With a girl Andy would just tap and go. Eph though... Eph lingered. Aladdin could still feel his kisses. Maybe he should forget about Bianca... No. He couldn't do that, Andy made a promise to Stet that he would have his revenge.
When he got to the cafeteria Andy found almost no one there, he got himself supper and took a seat near the door. It was lentil soup... Perfect. Andy sipped the liquid carefully and ran a hand though his messy curly hair... Should he get the kid flowers or something? Was that the right thing? Andy had never really wanted to be with a girl again after he got what he wanted the first time so he never bothered. But... He wanted to do more with Eph, there was so much to try... And the kid just let him! He never said no, never asked for Andy to stop, he was perfect... Girls always objected to one thing or another, but Eph just seemed to like that he was there. Andy wouldn't have left but the kid told him to, the first thing he told him to do all night. So he let the boy sleep.
The hot lentil soup was cooling rapidly and Andy wanted to finish it before it got to cold to be tasty. He brought the bowl up to his lips and tipped his head back, exposing his bruised neck. The bowl was soon empty and Andy opened his milk, taking a swig. When would be a safe time to visit Bianca? Around elven? That would be a safe time...
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 1:00 pm
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It was time to get to class. Ryan said goodbye to his friend Marty. He walked out to the field behind the school and got his bow and quiver. With the quiver strapped to his back and his long bow in hand, Ryan waited for the instructor to tell him what they had to do today... And he was a little concerned when he heard it wasn't just target practice... No, this was not good. He had to go out into the woods and try and kill something...
" I couldn't, What?!"
Ryan gasped, he had to kill something? He wouldn't even hit the target every time and they wanted him to KILL? The boy. Informed his teacher that He had to wait for Roxy to join him, she was going to have another session of archery today.
"Um, Roxy is going to be joining me today, she needs the extra practice... so Um, we'll go out together."
Ryan was told he had until the end of the hour and if he didn't catch anything he would be graded poorly. This fact was a huge blow because if he didn't keep his grades up Ryan wouldn't be allowed to keep the classes he wanted. He nodded and strung his bow. The kid's bottom lip quivered and he wasn't sure he could do this... Kill something? He looked out at the woods and decided that he would try and get a little mouse or something, maybe he could find a dead bird and just stick an arrow in it?
The boy was panicking on the inside now... He had never been told he had to kill something, he didn't know how! He couldn't! This was wrong, this was cruel and wrong and horrible. Ryan wanted to cry, he wanted to quit, but he had to do this! If not he would have to get rid of Calc. three... of Theoretical physics... He needed those classes!
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