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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:11 pm
 ▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
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Oh, whoops, he said more? Well, Malade was just going to pretend he had no clue what she was talking about. And what in the world was a seelie? Must have been whatever she was. Glowy things. Hm. He would have to research it later. "Oh, don't worry. I'll attack him for my own reasons and leave you out if you don't want to be involved," Because, really, it was more for his manly pride than anything else.
He grinned when she actually sat on his lap, surprised, though he didn't show it. He was thankful that she was warm, but she was a bit heavy. Well, probably not, but his scrawny stick legs could hardly handle it. He leaned back slightly to at least give himself a little room and snickered when she actually tried to tease him back. He wasn't going to lose because, well, he never lost. So, he teased her right back by thinking out loud,
'Maybe I did. For all you know, I could know exactly what you're thinking and what you'll do.'
Of course, he couldn't really read her mind, but she didn't need to know that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:49 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...
"Really?" Angela asked, smirking. "My people are known for being fairly unpredictable. Even if you can hear my thoughts, you never know whey I might do something entirely unexpected."
Without warning, she moved her hands down and slid them under the hem of his shirt, running them up his stomach. "Feeling warmer now?" she teased. Of course, considering how Abel tended to react to her doing things like this--except that once--Malade might not care. Apparently Angela completely failed at seducing and flirting.
Ah well. Given how often she was humiliated, it's not like she any real dignity left. If he just laughed at her, she'd....dump water on his head and laugh back, or something.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:07 pm
▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
Well, she was right. Malade didn't expect that at all, but that didn't mean he was shocked either. He felt slightly uncomfortable with her hands up in his shirt, but at least it was warm. "Yes, actually, I am," He told her with a wide grin on his face, already planning to one-up her with ease.
"Well, my people are unpredictable as well. There are many different kinds of us, you see. Some stalk in the shadows, others have strength and speed beyond compare, and even others can possess people and force them to do things against their will..." Of course, he was only trying to distract her with that little speech as he slowly moved an arm around her, hoping she wouldn't notice, "It's impossible to guess what we can and will do."
When he thought the time was right, he enacted his revenge by slipping a hand up the back of her shirt quickly and lightly ran his fingertips over the middle of her back. He was probably going to get punched in the face, or whatever she did to Sani, but it was totally worth it if that meant he won this little 'challenge'.
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:36 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...
Angela hissed slightly, shuddering when she felt Malade's bare hand on her back. Damn...him. She also was glowing again. Augh! There was a little voice in her head, urging her to retreat at this point, because he knew her weakness, but she didn't have a clue what his was. But the louder voice was telling her that she was not going to be the first one to back down. Especially because she was certain he wasn't seriously interested in her, so this was going no where and there were no real risks.
Which meant that she had to win. Because. Of...reasons. Besides, he was a guy. There were certain things that were bound to at least have some kind of effect on him. She would just have to be creative. leaned in closer so she could nibble along his jaw, before leaning closer to kiss his neck. And give him a decent n**, which led to her setting about giving him a nice little hickey. Well, not 'little,' exactly...
"Glad to hear we have some common ground," she murmured in his ear. Well, the good news was that she definitely wasn't feeling cold anymore either. Maybe some angry mother would come yell at them soon because she got the feeling that even if she did manage to get him flustered, he wouldn't back down either.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:16 pm
▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
Malade couldn't help but laugh when she was glowing again, knowing for sure that he was winning. But his amusement was short lived when Angela moved in to try to take away his victory. "H-hey... Ah! Stop that. This is a public pl-- ah! There are kids here, you know!" He was twitching slightly, irritated that she wasn't giving him much room to beat her. Because, as much as he wanted to win, he wasn't going to be an exhibitionist like Rose or anything. "Y-you're... you're going to g-give yourself ink poisoning!" He warned her, though he doubted tattoos could actually do that. At least he usually wore a choker at school, so he could cover any marks that she happened to leave behind.
"Mm... c-common ground my a**. I don't lose," He growled when she whispered that in his ear, having a hard time thinking of what he could do that wouldn't get them fined for public indecency. He was going to have to be the voice of reason, now wasn't he? Or, he could always cheat. ... Yep, cheating it was. He lightly stroked her back again, but this time, only as a distraction. He hoped that her mind would be clouded enough by the sensation that he would be able to control her for even a second. It felt a bit awkward, but he attempted to possess her momentarily to force her to snog him, hoping that it would succeed and the shock of it would make her forfeit.
[You can decide whether he succeeds or not =D]
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:47 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...
Bloody hell! Angela let out a soft, compliant little moan when Malade stroked her back again. Damn him. That was just not fair. It wasn't fair that it felt so nice, and it definitely wasn't fair that he knew how nice it felt. She curled into him momentarily, before she felt...she felt...something that caused her to recoil slightly. It was an invasive presence in her mind, reaching into her with deep red tendrils. She shuddered again, recognizing this as Malade's psyche since she was fairly familiar with him by now, but this was the first time it was actually in her head.
She tried to push him out, assuming he was just doing this to get to her, but she couldn't...get rid of him. Before she realized what was happening, her body was moving again though not because she was telling it to. And she was going to...to kiss him!? Gah!
Though, the fact that she didn't have to control her actions did let her rapidly analyze this situation from the outside. First, he'd definitely been nervous when she started kissing his neck. Definitely. Then he'd said something about not losing. And now he was making her kiss him. Clearly he thought this would make her back down. Ugh! why were they even having this stupid competition?? When had it turned into a competition in the first place?? All she knew was that she was not losing. Instead of fighting against Malade's control, Angela went along with it, feeling a pleasant jolt as her lips met his. She found that if she actually synchronized her movements with what Malade was doing, she could win back some control over her actions.
So, in spite of him still being in her head, Angela was able to push him back against the table, slip her arms around his neck, trailing her fingers through his hair, and give him [what she hoped was] the best snog of his life. And hopefully he would be the one to pull away first.
Because that would totally mean she won.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:08 pm
▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
It was a victory in and of itself when Malade managed to prod his way into Angela's mind, but he definitely didn't stop there. He was going to win this battle no matter what! He felt her try to push him out, but he persevered, and for a moment, it felt like he had won control over her. Yes! Wait. No. It wasn't him in control. And he was starting to get a headache from all of this mental stress, though he couldn't exactly feel his head at the moment. He felt almost separated from his body when he, no, Angela kissed him. It still felt like he was doing the action though, so it was a bit disturbing.
He briefly thought about taking it further in one final attempt to win, but he really didn't want to end up feeling himself up. Well, it wouldn't be too terrible and he may have actually enjoyed it a little, but it was the thought that was revolting. It would be like... incest... with himself. So, he reluctantly retreated out of her mind and was back in his own body again, twitching slightly when he suddenly felt the other side of the snogfest. He couldn't even try to beat her now, since the transition was too weird and it felt like someone just stabbed a fork into his brain.
"Mmph...!" He tried to pull away before realizing that he was stuck pressed up against the table. And he couldn't exactly push her away either, or else he was sure she would get pissed. Ugh. He had no choice but to forfeit, even if it would kill his pride.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:47 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...Well, Malade didn't pull away, but he did get out of her brain. That was a victory in itself. She felt him try to get away from her but assumed he was prevented by the table. So Angela didn't go anywhere until she literally ran out of air and had to pull away to keep from passing out. Letting her fingers trail through his hair, and over his neck, Angela tried to ignore the feelings of guilt gnawing at her--in any case, she hadn't really really kissed him willingly. Well, she had but even if she had resisted, she would have ended up kissing him so it was a moot point. But still, the guilt was there and she was blatantly ignoring it
"If that's what you were aiming for all this time, you just should have said so," she teased, knowing full well the kiss had just been a means to an end. She leaned forward and kissed his nose before sliding off his lap. "As much as I would love to stay and continue, it's late and it's cold. We should head back."
She didn't address the fact that he'd apparently taken control of her body there for a bit, because really, why? He knew he did, she knew he did. And they both knew why. It wasn't like it needed to be said out loud. She had to admit, though, he had a hell of a way of distracting her. This was sort of her first time making out with a boy she had no real feelings for, beyond friendship. (There was totally a good reason for it, though! She couldn't remember what it was, but there was definitely a good reason).
She wondered if she was turning into her sister. That was...a disturbing thought. Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:58 am
▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
It was just splendid that Angela decided not to stop for so long, because by the time she was out of air, darkness was creeping around the edges of his vision. But, ignoring the fact that he could feel his lungs shriveling up, he did enjoy himself. The moment Angela pulled away, Malade gasped for air and started coughing into his hand, relieved that he could finally breathe again. Sort of. It was still difficult to get any air in even without her kissing him.
"I... ugh...." He couldn't even retort that statement, breathing much too hard to form any words. He sighed and simply nodded when Angela said that they should head back, definitely agreeing. He just needed to go back to the dorm, take a hot shower to clear up his lungs, and hope he wouldn't suffocate and die in his sleep. Because, really, all this outing managed to do was make his breathing worse. He blamed Angela because... it was her fault.
He stood up from the bench, stopping for a moment to regain his balance when he nearly toppled over, and turned to Angela. "It... was a draw," He told her with a frown between labored breaths, though he knew he lost fair and square.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:21 am
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...
"Right, a draw," Angela said, moving up to his side so Malade could lean on her if he needed to. She felt a little bad, now that she saw how poorly he was feeling. Though, really, he could have pushed her away at any time. But that didn't stop her from worrying. "Next time, I'll just kiss you until you actually pass out." She started toward the park exit, pulling him along with her, whether he liked it or not. "I'm hailing a cab and you are most definitely getting into it with me. If you argue, I'm not above knocking you unconscious for the duration of the ride back, then dragging your sorry arse to your dorm by your feet."
"Please, do get in without a fuss. Whether you like it or not, you're obviously not feeling well. And I'd honestly rather you not keel over on the way back to the school. Because you're one of the few people at the school I actually...think I can consider a friend. So yes, keeling over is bad." She looked up at him, really, really hoping he didn't argue. She didn't want to have to pummel him into unconsciousness because her hands were definitely still hurting.
"Come on."Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:01 am
▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
Malade frowned when she came over to help him, wondering how he could use her as a crutch. She was small and her shoulder was a bit low, and he didn't want to crush her either. Well, maybe that wouldn't be a problem since he was a bit light. At first, he resisted when Angela started to pull him, but it was no use. He really didn't feel like taking a beating from her since, even if he could normally handle it, he wouldn't be able to take it when he could hardly breathe.
"Okay, okay. No need... to give me... a speech," He sighed when she rambled on about him keeling over or something. She was being a bit repetitive, so he drowned out most of it, but he was thankful that she cared so much. He was sure he wouldn't necessarily need her help though. If he walked back to the dorm and ended up toppling over on the way there, he could have always just... dragged himself there or something.
As they exited the park, he glanced down at her and smiled. "I guess... I owe you now," He told her as he pat the top of her head, wondering how he could make it up to her. Maybe beat her ex up? Nah, that would be mostly for him anyway. He would just have to think of something later...
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:06 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye..."You cheered me up...sort of," Angela said. "And I'm getting you back to the dorm before you pass out. I would just say we're even and leave it at that. And I'm not giving you a speech! Why the bloody hell does every man in the school act like it's such a problem to just listen to someone talk?"
"For God's sake, it's not like I ramble like half the other girls in the bloody school!" She led Malade to a bench and forced him to sit. "Stay here while I call a cab." Leaving him there, Angela wet to the nearest pay phone to get the number of a cab service, and have one come get them. She returned to Malade a few minutes later and flopped beside him. "They'll be here soon so let's just wait here."
((Just wanted to do a final post. We can skip them away to class now.))Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:43 pm
Marcellin "ROSE" Bellerose
"Life is a rose, beware of the thorns." ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤ Rose had been fighting off depression and failing for quite a while, and now it had gotten to the point that he gave up on trying not to mope. Though, he wasn't as gloomy as he would have been since the weather was nice. It was a bit warmer now and the snow was melting away, giving the park a more cheerful look to it. There were even some flowers growing, and that certainly made him feel a bit better.
With a long sigh, he sat on one of the park benches and leaned back, hoping for some peace and quiet. He usually hated silence and anything so boring, and loved to be with crowds of people, but he was starting to become a little detached from others lately. It was just too difficult to socialize when he was absolutely terrified of half the world's population.
[Tldr; Gloom and doom.] ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 1:23 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 8:40 pm
Angela.Tremaine My heart is like the ocean, it gets in the way
So close to touching freedom, then I hear the guards call my name...  Angela had been on her way to her tree to draw but on the way, spotted Madame Rambles and decided to take a pass on that. She quickly skirted the slightly awkward vampire and went to the park instead. She hadn't been in ages, really. It would be nice to set up there and paint for a while. She'd slung a fold up easel onto her back and had her paints and things all in her tote. She'd just get in some practice painting landscapes for a bit or something.
When she reached the small lake there, she found a nice, level spot, and dropped her bag on the ground, pulling out the easel. She carefully set it up, and placed a blank canvas on it, before retrieving her palette and getting the rest of her supplies ready.
Standing and looking out across the water, she picked out a large hake brush from the ones under her easel and, dipping it in the yellow paint, began to make large, sweeping strokes across the canvas. You can say it one more time, what you don't like,
Let me hear it one more time, then have a seat while I take to the sky.
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