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 Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 2:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 9:35 pm
 
Breathe. In, out. In, out. In, out. He did so. He breathed, and breathed, and breathed. In thick, heavy, heaving puffs, all to keep up with his pace, of his feet slamming on the treadmill below. With every step, he quickened, until he moved from a walk, to a run, to a sprint. Heaving breathes pulling him through, sweat coating his face. He ran, and ran, and ran, until, he collapsed on the treadmill, slamming the off button as he laid his head down in the machine, moving two last steps to prevent falling on his face. With one last heaving breathe, more so a sigh, he stepped off the machine and collapsed on his bed. He breathed a few more breathes, to ease his lungs, and slow his heart. He laid there, looking up at the ceiling above, thinking about nothing particular. Just breathing.
It took awhile for him to regain his composer, then, he got up and continued onto the more important morning routines. He had to shower, shave, and dress. It hadn’t taken long, as every morning. He could spend hours drying his hair, powdering makeup on his face, as he did often. However, the young lad was for more entranced with his face today than normal. Some days, he’d hide it with coats upon coats of makeup, then hide in layers of clothes. Today, he wore a simple white turtle neck and grey jeans that clung to his skin. He doll-ed his face in simple black mascara, and a dap on lip balm. He brushed through his damp hair, opting to leave it wet and wavy instead of its typical pen-straight do. Overall, he felt satisfied with his appearance, and walked away feeling as if today would be a fond one, which was something he hardly felt.
The young lad’s name was Ayden. If you wanted to be exact, it was Ayden Lee Montgomery. He was a student, although everyone knew he dreamed of everything but. He wanted to be a model, one who everyone knew of, one he could just march into a fashion week show and no one would ask of his name. Nonetheless, he was known for being beautiful, moreover, a forced beauty, one whom had no other fate but to pretend to fall in love with a girl, and take her away. The beautiful backdrop, the finishing touch of a story. Although, never to be the story. That was Ayden.
He had dreaded it, and made sure everyone knew it. He grumbled, rolled his eyes, and tested people to their limits, especially the staff. That’s why, this morning with the faint smile clothing his face, he was getting odd stares. Everyone was wondering if he had finally awoke on the right side of the bed. He walked through the halls, towards the cafeteria, and through the line, choosing a simple bagel, no more than he ate any other morning, covered with strawberry jam. He spoke a soft thank you to the server, who looked at him with a startled look. Ayden just shrugged his shoulder, and walked towards a table, choosing one by the windows.
Filling his mind, were thoughts of his plans today. He was halfway considering finding Bianca and chatting with her. He had somewhat considered her friend, and she was planned to be his soul mate of all eternity. Of course, there also was Sierra, a girl whom he fancied greatly. She was just as passionate as he was, and talking to her was always a highlight of his day. There were many more people he enjoyed being around, like Polly, and sometimes Stetson. However, it was odd that none of them were really his friends. For the full three years Ayden had attended here, he hadn’t made a true friend. Instead, he had spent his time writing to his sister and protesting his stay here. He wondered if someone had considered him friend, and if so, then maybe he should try harder to make these feelings mutual. He wasn’t accepting his fate, more like making it durable, since it was awfully tiresome yelling at someone. Maybe, if today was his lucky one, someone would plop down right beside him and they could chat away endlessly. Not that he was going to move to someone else, oh no. People came to Ayden, and everyone knew that.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 7:27 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Even as the alarm rang on the alarm beside her head, Polly slept, her face pressed into her pillow, one leg hanging off the bed. It wasn't that odd of an event, Polly could never get up in the morning. She just wasn't able to drag herself out into the world when she was so comfortable where she was. After a few minutes of listening to the blaring sound she slammed her palm on top of the clock radio, shutting it off. It took a good ten minutes before the girl was able to sit up and look around her small room. The window shades were pulled closed so it was was dimly light by just the light that managed to worm it's way though the cracks. The blond little woman yawned as she got up to take a piss and brush her teeth. The white hot lights of the bathroom blinded her momentarily and she stumbled on her way to the, landing hard on the tile floor.
"Ahh! crap."
The girl picked herself back up and took care of her bathroom business for the morning. She put on some eyeliner and walked back into her room, flicking on the light as she did. Immediately the old green flannel pajamas came off and she took a tang top style binder out of her wardrobe. The white close knit stretchy thing took a bit of work to get over her head and around her chest in such a way as to smooch her already tinny breasts flat. Over top of this she put on a graphic tee and a pair of black skinnies. On her feet she wore a pair of black converse.
Once ready for her day, Poppy walked out into the hall, closing her door behind her, was raced down the hallway, her feet making loud thumping sounds as she ran. In moments the girl was in the cafeteria and standing impatiently in line for the food that she would undoubtedly consume to fast. The server gave Poppy the standard breakfast, and she also grabbed three bagels and a handful of cream cheese packets. The girl glanced around the large room, searching out a friendly face to sit with. Her eyes landed on no one friendly so she decided to sit with Ayden. Poppy rushed over and slammed her tray down on the table across from the skinny boy. She gave a wide grin and plopped down, watching the boy's face with her now bright eyes.
"Good morning Ayden. Want another bagel? They gave me three. You look lovely as usual by the way, have fun last night?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 1:01 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra had a peculiar habit and that was to always be the earliest riser. Though she could claim it was out of long term habit or that she enjoyed watching the sunrise (while true, no one would ever believe those words came out of her mouth), it was simply because she didn't want anyone to see her less than impeccable. Before she went to bed, she would lather on heavy creams to keep her skin perfect. The downside was that anyone who saw her with all those products would laugh at how hilarious she looked. Sierra had an image to maintain, and by God, she would maintain it.
Today she chose to accentuate her eyes while keeping the rest of her makeup rather simple. She quickly donned a skirt and burgundy shirt. She hoped today would be pleasant.
Sierra grabbed her laptop case before walking down to the cafeteria. She made sure to politely chat with the cafeteria faculty as she grabbed a breakfast plate. She got her mandatory cup of scalding hot coffee before sitting near a wall socket. The quiet girl thought about sitting next to Ayden and Polly but thought better of it. She had to check on the stock market as she did every morning.
Fortunately, there wasn't much to do. Everything was going smoothly and one stock even went up. Real estate hadn't been doing well, but it was ever so slowly getting better. She quirked a tiny smile before checking everything thoroughly. The young woman did not become rich by being lazy. Sometimes though, she wondered what it'd be like to sit with friends. Polly was friendly enough and she'd had to be beside Ayden enough to tolerate him. Just maybe...
No. It could not happen. School politics encouraged the hating of certain individuals and was blatantly biased. Because she was the Evil Queen, she wasn't supposed to get close to any of the "good" characters. Certainly not the Prince nor Peter Pan. Perhaps it was for the best. Pan would be friends with Snow White and the Prince would be with Snow White and they would all get their Happily Ever Afters while she had to dance in hot iron shoes until she died. What a wonderful story.
This suffering and torment was tolerable. She could deal with it because she was rebellious and more than that, she held power. She had money and connections outside of school. The school could not interact with business propositions since she wasn't revealing anything about the school. She could get rich without the school getting even a single dime (other than tuition) out of her. She could still change things. She would change things. She was Sierra Van Tassell and the bottom line was she always got what she wanted.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 7:55 pm
Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight  Bianca VonStumph Bianca VonStumph heard her alarm go off. She hit the snooze button, not wanting to get up just yet. However, when it went off again in ten minutes, she literally jumped outta bed. She didn't want to be late, so she took a quick shower, towel dried her hair, applied some make up, and got dressed for the day. In all, it took her about thirty minutes to get ready.
Now it was time for breakfast. Bianca grabbed her school bag, her ipod, and stuffed her camera into her purse before heading out of the room. Going through the line for food, she got herself an apple and some yogurt and a container of milk. Yum. Instead of searching for somebody to sit with, she headed outside. Sure enough, after a few minutes of being outside, her cats from home appeared along with a variety of other animals. She was glad that her kitties had followed her to the school. They were her babies, basically. So, she poured some of her milk out in a section of her tray and sat it on the ground for the cat's to lap up. Taking a bite out of the apple, she thought. Maybe she should try and interact with her classmates more, but she preferred the outdoors too much. She only really sat in the cafeteria when it was raining out. Even then it was rare though. She ate absently, finishing after a few minutes. Once she cleaned up her mess, she pet each of the animals in turn before heading inside.
Bianca looked around the cafeteria. At one table, she spotted Sierra VanTassell, the girl who played the role of her wicked stepmother. At another table sat Polly Perkin, aka Peter Pan, and Ayden Montgomery, her supposed 'Prince Charming'. That was one thing she didn't like about the school, the fact that their fates were chosen for them. She really didn't like to hate anyone, especially due to the fact that she was 'supposed' to. It was absurd.
Brushing the train of thoughts off the track, she walked over to Polly and Ayden's table and sat down. Ayden did have that sort of magnetism to him, like he drew others in. And Polly, Polly had a childlike charm to her. You couldn't help but to like the two of them. Well, at least Bianca couldn't. "Hey you guys. Good morning!" She said cheerfully.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:56 pm
“Oh, good morning Polly, I would love a bagel, thank you.”
He gratefully accepted the food when she handed it to him, took a bit, and let out an exaggerated moan.
“Delicious.” He said with a smirk
“And, last night, I had a lovely night in my bed.” He said, letting out a small laugh. For the most part, who cares if he slept? Although, he knew there was some sort of party last night, one he missed, like much others. He has not interested in the party life of this school, although it would have been a fun pass time. He was somewhat clueless to what a party here would be, wouldn’t it have some sort of class? At home, he was always the one with a blunt in hand at his home, with some half naked girl on his lap. Although he stopped much of that once he arrived here. Maybe he was actually acting like Prince Charming, gross.
"Hey you guys. Good morning!"
Ayden looked up at his ‘soul mate’, Snow White. Although, Ayden knew she preferred to be called Bianca, he just called her B. “Hello beautiful, sit sit!” he said, giving her a ear to ear grin. He liked Bianca, most days anyways. He liked Polly, even more often than Bianca. Therefore, he was super excited to be spending the morning munching on his bagel in their presence. Hopefully, his good mood would last.
((sorry this is sooo incredibly short :/ ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 12:09 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
The King of Thieves awoke with a grunt. He always hated mornings - always. Turning off his alarm, Schraeder grabbed the neatly folded pile of clothing he had made last night and headed into the bathroom. He emerged twenty minutes later, his long hair slightly damp as he pulled on his shirt. Rolling the sleeves up, he pulled his hair back into a ponytail and dusted the lint off of his pants; there was no reason to look less than his best. Next order of business was to deal with his hunger. It was with a sigh that he left his room; he always hated eating with the other students, and he also didn't much care to leave his room. His room was his sanctuary, a place that he had already taken a few precautions with to beef up its security. Plus there were all those awkward school politics, or whatever it was they expected him to listen to - not that he would. Schraeder arrived in the dining hall and looked around skeptically, eyebrow perpetually raised. Sitting alone was the "Evil Queen," Sierra Van Tassell. Schraeder supposed he would sit there, then; not because they were supposed to get along, as "bad guys," but because she was by herself and thus less likely to try and talk to him. The only other table of interest was occupied by Peter Pan, Prince Charming, and Snow White, of course. The three were practically inseparable, especially that accursed Prince and that sweet, beautiful Snow White. The King of Thieves blinked. Had he really just had that thought? Inexcusable. Shaking himself, he joined the queue for food and emerged with a few slices of jellied toast, hard-boiled eggs, and a banana. He made his regal way over to Sierra and slid into a seat. "Miss Van Tassell," he said politely, bowing his head in her direction before he proceeded to eat. His gaze only slipped once to Snow White, and it was just for a second. Damn, he was getting sloppy.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 12:42 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Polly shook her head, picking up her fork and taking a big bite of her eggs. The girl could eat anything and she could eat a lot of it. It was nice to see her friend actually eating for once. Ayden was scarily skinny and sometime Polly got a little concerned for his health. There would be days that she wouldn't see him eat anything at all. That kind of life just wasn't for her. Pol needed the energy, she needed that full feeling to function otherwise it would consume all of her thoughts. She would think of nothing but her own hunger. Ayden's wish to become a male model confused her, Polly could never quite understand what he got out of starving himself, taking photos then photo-shopping those photos for other people to see. The whole situation just was not something that she could really get behind.
"It's too bad. You missed a rather... interesting, Party. The goodies were all there, so you know it was entertaining as hell. I love them I really do, but man... They are ridiculously odd."
If there was a party, or any kind of happening really you know that Polly was all up in that. She was all about bending the rules, finding her niche, and using the system to her benefit. The girl was wild and quite the party animal. It was a real shame that most of the parties here were so mellow. The kid missed New York. She missed having real fun, loosing herself in a crowd. Dancing in a mob and knowing that no one would remember her. The kid ran a hand though her thick all ready messy mop and chuckled.
"Morning B. How's it hanging?"
Polly grinned up at the pretty young woman. Sure there were a few times when she found herself immensely jealous of the pretty, talented, successful girl but now was not one of those times. Right now she didn't think about how much better someone playing the role of Snow white would have it... She didn't think about how she would get to grow old with her 'truelove' whole The lonely Peter Pan simply kidnapped generation after generation of forgotten children. It was only on those depressing weeknights that she contemplated her desolate future.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 1:43 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 VonStumph Bianca sat down as Ayden had insisted. She smiled as soon after she was greeted by Polly. "Things are alright...bout as good as they could be at this school." She replied. Which was true. Every once in a while, she thought about her fate. She, like most others in this school, thought it was unfair to be doomed to a certain life. At least the originators of the fairy tale life the were imitating were living how they wanted to, or tried to do so. They couldn't. Her fate, for example. Bianca was going to be with Ayden for forever, whether or not they really got along. He had his passion to become a male model. Something she'd end up having to deal with her whole life long. His resentment towards the fact that he couldn't follow his dream.
That shouldn't be possible. Sure, some students had tried to rebell against it all, but that usually didn't last long. Her thought's turned to Polly. She would forever have to go around pretending to be a boy. That was totally unfair. Being alone forever? Who wanted that? Bianca thought that Polly should take the route that the Peter Pan character took in the movie Hook, with Robin Williams. Leaving Never Never Land to have a family. They should rewrite their stories, their way.
Sure, that was Bianca's thoughts, but she was too shy to actually act on them. Much like the character she would portray forever. Mild and meek and caring. Not bold enough to really stand up for herself.
"What about you guys, how are you?" She asked in return. Movement caught her eyes. It was Stetson. He was kinda looking around for a seat. He had ended up sitting with Sierra. Bianca was glad about that. She didn't want the girl who was supposed to be her 'wicked' step-mom to be a loner. Seriously, it wasn't fair. She could have sworn for a second that her gaze was met by Stetson, but she couldn't be sure. She looked away back to Ayden and Polly with a very faint blush on her cheeks .
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: Mon Nov 22, 2010 5:22 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra stopped her typing to quirk a small smile and nodded at her new companion. "Mr. Schraeder." She knew he wasn't the type to idly chat and also did not like to get very close to people. That suited her quite well - they could work together well because they were professional.
Then again, she saw his momentary glance towards the illustrious Snow White. A streak of bitterness struck her but she did not show any of it on her face. She carefully watched Stetson's expressions all the while keeping her own face blank. "She is beautiful, is she not?" Sierra's opinions on Bianca did not matter; Stetson's stance on the politics of the school did. If he had any feelings towards a good character, then it meant that he would be willing to fight the school. She already knew that he did not care for politics but that did not necessarily mean he would fight the system. Love though....love could make him fight. Love was irrational and a weakness, but it was one that she could use to her advantage.
Psh. Love. She did not know why people wasted their lives on it. Her parents did not love each other and they made it abundantly clear that they did not love her. She once thought she knew what it was...but she'd been wrong. She did not want it. She knew what people did in the name of love and it both awed and frightened her. Could she let herself fall for an abstract emotion? For an intangible idea? No. It was a stupid thing to do and she was not stupid. If that made her a broken individual so be it - at least she would not get hurt.
Sierra couldn't help but think that she and Stetson were very much alike; neither liked to show their emotions. Neither enjoyed being close to people. Hmm...perhaps she had just found her second-in-command when facing off the school...
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 9:54 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
"She is," Schraeder said absently. Of course, as soon as he realized, he froze for a moment, egg halfway peeled in his hands. After flicking his gaze to Sierra to observe her reaction, he sighed and went back to what he was doing. "I prefer not to lie in matters of women, despite what people might think of my character. Besides, anyone can see that she's beautiful." He popped the egg into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, looking at Sierra from under his arched eyebrow. Swallowing, he went on. "In the spirit of not lying, I will say this: you're quite the beauty yourself." Maybe she wouldn't buy it, as it seemed like an attempt to distract her, but he did find it to be true. It was a close competition between Sierra and Bianca as far as beauties went - a competition that Schraeder knew could be capitalized on. Putting aside the eggshells, Schraeder arched his fingers and paused. "Forgive me for sounding as though I don't enjoy our conversations, but I was under the impression that you weren't one for small talk. Something on your mind today, or are you just feeling unusually chatty?" He asked without hostility or sting, honestly questioning. He also couldn't help glancing over Sierra's shoulder to grab a glance at Snow White. Was she blushing?
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 11:08 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra calmly sipped her steaming mug of coffee. She thought out her words carefully before speaking them out loud; as a child she was told to bite her tongue seven times before speaking. Ever since entering this academy she'd understood the wisdom of those words.
"I thank you for your kinds words," she started. She did not believe what he said was true, not with the way he continued to steal glances at Bianca. It was of no consequence. He was quite interested in Bianca and that would be useful. It further proved that he would likely join her in a planned rebellion.
"Normally I am not one to chatter on small subjects, but I find you are a decent fellow. I thought it might benefit us both to be closer acquainted. I suppose I wanted to know more your opinion on the lovely Miss Von Stumph because I thought I might be able to help you out in that regard." She was offering him an opportunity for more information on Bianca. She would slowly attempt to gain his trust. Once she had it (and perhaps Bianca too), she'd be able to persuade Schraeder into following her lead. Bianca for freedom. That was a fair exchange in Sierra's opinion.
"We are both eloquent speakers. I felt that you could use some help in garnering Snow White's attention. As for me..." she paused. What could she say to soften Schraeder's potential distrust of her? "I suppose I wanted an ally." Which was true enough. Stetson could take it to mean friend or look further into her words; it might tell her more about how deeply he looked into hidden messages. If she were being honest, the only one who she might have considered being friends with was Peter Pan.
If there had been one person in the entire school that Sierra was soft towards, it would have been Polly. It might not have been noticed by any of the other students, but Sierra did not insult Polly as harshly as she did the others. In fact, she rarely did it at all. Her words were veiled suggestions and worries ("either your make up is fading or you're lacking in sleep. Do attempt to fix one of those problems."). Polly was Sierra's opposite in a good way; if Sierra could be reborn into another person, she wouldn't have minded having the life Polly lived. This wasn't to say that she openly befriended the rambunctious girl, but she did keep an eye on the girl's happiness.
But thoughts of Polly and friendship were for another time. Now she needed to focus on developing an alliance with the King of Thieves. "If I was too bold in my presumption, I do apologize." Sierra was ninety percent sure Stetson liked Bianca. She didn't think she needed to apologize, but better to be safe than sorry.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 11:26 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "Allow me to address your points, Ms. Van Tassell." He held up a finger. "First, you're most welcome. I find you to be quite pretty, though I must say you're not completely my type." A sly grin darted across his face for a moment before a second finger popped up. "Second, thank you. You're not as bad as your title would lead a person to assume, and I believe that you're a good person to partner with." He took a sip of orange juice before raising a third finger. "Third, and excuse my impudence, but I don't believe I need your help." His tone was light, but his eyes were rather on the cold side. The King was proud, very proud, and accepting help wasn't in his schema. "I am not foolish enough to disregard any information you might have, or even advice, but please do not assume I need help from anyone." He waved his hand, dispelling the numbers on them. "And lastly, I do find myself agreeing with you. I like the way you do things, Ms. Van Tassell. You're an efficient and straightforward person; I like that. If you're looking for an ally, then it would be my pleasure to present myself for your consideration." Of course, when he said "consideration," he meant that she would choose him as the obvious choice. But the King of Thieves held himself to a high standard of etiquette, and being rude never helped anyone. He sighed and riveted his gaze to the tabletop to force himself to stop stealing glances over at the other table. If he didn't, other people would begin to notice, and that was unseemly. He had to hold himself above them, a cold and decisive force that they could approach but never understand. Ah, the life of a King. It was hard.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 7:54 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l The young woman gave a slight smile though inwardly she was not quite so calm. She'd forgotten royalty's pride and arrogance (and of course was forgetting about her own). It was a miscalculated detail but one that she could work around. After all, she held the same stance towards etiquette; sophistication was key.
"I apologize if I've slighted you. I did not assume you needed help but rather that you may want it. Needing implies desperation and you are anything but desperate. I merely thought to make things run smoother for you in your quest for fair lady's heart." That should soothe the king's ruffled feathers. If he should still find his pride getting in the way, then she'd just find another person to be her lieutenant.
On the other hand, he was offering himself to be an ally. And by offering, she knew that he meant that she should thank him on bended knee for considering it. Well Sierra had pride too. She bowed to no one and always faced everything thrown her way with grace. "I'm pleased to hear that you're willing to ally yourself with me. I hope that we can learn from each other and benefit from this partnership."
She wore a small smile as she watched Stetson stop himself from glancing at the other table. "Now before I can help you win a woman's heart, might I ask what it is you find attractive? More specifically, do you talk to her very often or is this a distant and quiet attraction?" She needed to know the situation before she could advise him on how to steal Bianca's attention.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 8:02 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder found himself smiling at Sierra's response. He was far too used to the double-talk and veiled meanings ubiquitous in politics and, indeed, in royalty. He hated the system, oh how he hated it, but it was necessary for him to be able to continue to enjoy his position. Waving a hand again, he said, "Let's dispense with the formalities and be frank. Sierra, if I may call you as such. We can be a lot more efficient that way, I imagine." When she posed her questions, Schraeder found himself in an awkward position. For a woman he knew to be somewhat jealous of the woman they were discussing to be asking what he found attractive about her...oh, the pitfalls that were loaded into that simple query. "Physically, she's extremely beautiful," he started with, stating the most obvious. "Her hair and skin, well-kept, and her style is not bad either." He slid some toast around his plate a bit. "Of course, if it were just that, I could hire someone to get me over it. No, it's also her attitude and her personality, as cliche as I'm afraid that is. She's polite, as to be expected, but she's also unexpectedly honest and sweet. I find it a nice change from our typical types, you know?" He kept to himself the fact that he was also fascinated by the fact that she, too, seemed to want to break out of the system...for now. "I've spoken to her a bit; we know each other, at least. But I doubt she knows anything of how I feel. So you could say it's distant." Which was not his typical situation at all. He looked at Sierra expectantly, quietly interested in her advice on the matter.
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