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 Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 8:59 pm
Suddenly, she felt hands on her, a sensation she disdained- unless it was Marion, that didn't count. Fear washed over her -was it them? She opened her mouth to scream, the gently spoken word was the only thing that stopped her. Relief flooded through her as she saw him, So they don't know. Kat swelled with pride as he complimented her choice of contacts, closing her eyes in a happy smile and burying her face in his chest. "You're safe." She murmured. Pulling herself from him, she looked up into his eyes, matching his solemn look and shaking her head in false dismay, "No, I actually lost it. I'm sure it'll turn up in some kid's locker, though." She then turned slightly, pretending to just have suddenly noticed the pair of boys listening in, before giving them a grin and waggling her fingers in greeting, giggling as they scurried off.
"I was going to go with white slits, but they were pretty disturbing and I figured it would take down the school's prestige if half the student body wet themselves simultaneously, don't you think, Jake?" Kat smiled up at him, priding herself in being one of the only people on Earth to be able to call him that. To everyone else he was Marion, but to her, he was only a guy named Jake. The nicest guy in the world.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 11:59 pm
Prey - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Innocent? Oh, please..." Prey said, keeping her voice steady as best she could. She stepped closer to them from behind Planet Pretty. She had seen the two from down the hallway and had run to them to prevent what trouble she could. She had barely heard the end of the conversation, but based on her tone and his expression, it wasn't going well. No, she didn't even to see them to know it wasn't going well, it was Predator and Planet Pretty, after all. They were opposites in every way, and when they met, something always happened.
"They are as innocent as you are... nice," she tried, coming up short on the wittiness of her insult. She stepped around her so she could look into her eyes as well as stay between the two. She didn't want Predator hitting her, not with her posse around.
"How about you go away and... do your hair, or something?" Though her words were weak, her voice was strong, and her fist was clenched up, shaking. She was scared, so scared, but her voice did not betray her in this. Her eyes caught the expensive jewelry on Planet Pretty's ears, wrist, and fingers, and she struggled to keep focused on her eyes. She licked her lips, cravings to just grab and run, but her conscious knew that would just be the end of it.
She saw a sparkle of a necklace on one of the Popular Posse's necks, and her mind went back to the medallion resting in her pocket. Though she knew she'd be dead if it was ever found on her, she still kept it. Robby's necklace. It had been her greatest prize and her most horrible curse. Every time she looked at it, she was met with flashes of bliss and horror as she remembered both the victory and the corpse, staring at her with the eyes of Death.
Her eyes went dark, and her fist's shaking grew stronger, growing more terrified the more she thought. Planet Pretty scared her, this was true, but she could hold up had she not been weighed down by guilt. Now she was helpless, stranded. Something told her that Predator was standing right there, but she couldn't see him. She felt so far away, so far away...
Her eyes grew narrow, and the beginnings of tears glistened the surface. But she wouldn't cry, no, she wouldn't... ...I won't go back, I won't go back, I won't go back..
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:48 am
:::Vulcan:::::::::
 Vulcan shuffled along to school, knowing he wouldn't be late, having left early. He always had difficulty waking up, with the weak body and the torturous living and all that, but this past week had even left sleep as a dark place. He kept having horrible dreams that all ended in murder. It wasn't as though he wanted to go to school with murder skulking around the school, but what choice did he have? Not even his mother encouraged him going to school, not that she had in a while. Her eyes had grown dead these past few years. 'At least she could act like she'd be worried that I could get murdered...' he thought as he shuffled along, his arms barely swinging as he walked, a trait of his condition. 'She probably thinks it was me, anyway. Not that I could kill anyone. I don't even think I have the strength to strangle someone...
He was a little nervous that a murderer was walking around the school grounds, but that nervousness was largely set off by the fact that his worst bully was now dead. 'Robby...' he thought, shuddering slightly at the name. He still had several bruises that all belonged to Robby, after all. Now the biggest threat was a murderer. But this time, Motherboard couldn't protect him. And he wouldn't want her to. 'I wouldn't want her to get hurt saving me from some murderer...' he thought, cringing at the thought of anything bad happening to her.
Before they had moved the body, Vulcan went against his best judgement and gotten a peek at it. Though he hated the victim with all his might, his consciousness snuck up on him often, replacing the body with images of one of his fellow Trekkies lying on the blacktop. The first time it was Motherboard, he had actually screamed. He still remembered the absent expression she held in his hallucination, how cold and distant she was...
Suddenly he stopped walking, his arms trembling slightly. 'No, no, no... not again...' he thought, breaking into a sweat. He saw flashes of lights before losing thought.
When his thoughts returned, he was walking, halfway down the block he had started. 'I shouldn't have gone to see that corpse...' he thought before making himself think of something else. For many people, it was hard, but he had been practicing all his life. If what he was thinking about gave him seizures, continuing to think of it was not smart. He just hated that even thoughts could trigger them. Obviously, they had to be strong thoughts that brought out a strong emotion in him, but when a murderer was around and the scent of Death was permeating every facet of the school, thought-based seizures were quite common. Especially combined with his hallucinations, which were the strongest things to cause his seizures.
He finally made it to the school when the bell rang. There were still students about, so he allowed himself a sigh of relief that he wasn't late. He wasn't sure how long he had been "out," though it could have been long enough to make him late, even when he had left early.
He began walking to his first class, happy to see Motherboard. He put up a wall to his thoughts, refusing to see her as a corpse again and trigger another seizure. The wall was filled with happy thoughts of them playing video games and Magic: the Gathering. He smiled as he opened the door to his class, sitting near the back as he often did, and waited for Motherboard, awaiting her comforting presence.
:::: razz lease, make them stop… I can't take it anymore…
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:50 am
 ║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║██║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█
xoxoxoxoxo ☠ ☠ ☠
I bare my fangs for all to see...
Predator let out a low pitched growl when Planet Pretty cleaned bits of lint off his shirt. He had this urge to strangle the girl right then and there. He would've done it, too, when she called his group a bunch of jailbirds. Right when he'd uttered a chain of curses under his breath, Prey slipped delicately in between them and threw insults at Angel. Her phrases were coming out childish and weak, but she was shaking with anger, but Howard was amused. He kept quiet, balancing his weight against the door frame in case Pretty tried anything on Prey and he'd have to react, but he wasn't going to join in the verbal spats unless she needed him.
Just before the bell rang, he noticed Prey's change of behavior. He'd seen it before; knowing it had something to do with Pretty's accessories. With a well concealed grin, Predator swooped his long arm around Prey's shoulders and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "All that glitters isn't gold, Lily" With a chuckle, he led her into the classroom, knowing that Planet Pretty wasn't going to hold up the class unless she was going for a change in character. He did, however, take the chance to 'accidentally' swipe the back of his hand on Pretty's shoulder, in an awkward tapping motion; his intentions being to leave blood stains on her perfect new shirt.
Prey's presence gave him this confidence and calm that he couldn't find elsewhere. If she was around, he wanted to protect her from harm; he wanted to protect from himself sometimes. If it weren't for her, he would have smashed the skulls of have the student body by now. Right now, he felt calm was over him and reason return. He walked Prey away, grinning devilishly as he looked over his shoulder, "Oh by the way, Cupcake," he winked at Planet Pretty from across the classroom. He took his seat in the back, leaning into it with his arms stretched onto the desk lazily, mocking her little relaxed antics from the doorway, "Just for the record, what was his name?"
Are you afraid of me ?
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 9:17 am
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-:  Planet Pretty stuck her lip out like a little child. "What's the matter, beautiful?" she said to Prey, stroking her cheek. "Scared? Or are you itching for a little sparkly sparkle?" She smirked, catching a strand of the taller girl's hair in her fingers. "Just so you know, I would much rather do your hair than mine, since it's painfully obvious tha you need it more than I do. Haven't you ever heard of conditioner? And it would help a great deal if you washed it more frequently than just once a month." She laughed at her own joke, a twinkling bell-like sound that belied the cruelty underneath her flawless skin. She let go of Prey's hair. "Although... you're so far gone that I would even consider you a challenge!"
Again, the congregation laughed, and again Angel silenced them with a flick of her wrist. Then, the bell rang and she smiled, closing her eyes as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face and Predator led his girl back into the classroom. She frowned when the idiot attempted to smirch her new vest; nonetheless, she said nothing, instead brushing her hair to the side. No matter. It was black, anyways, so no one would notice, not that anyone dared get close enough to look. Angel followed them, her heels clicking delicately across the tiled floor as she approached her seat in the front. However, before she could sit, that repulsive criminal had the audacity to talk to her, insulting her pride by calling her such a darling name.
"Howard," she said, smiling her infamous million-dollar smile. "Don't waste my time with such ridiculous questions. I don't know his name, nor do I particularly care. He's dead. It's none of my business now. Hm... I don't even know why everyone is making such a big fuss about it. I didn't even know him, meaning he couldn't possibly have been that important."
The classroom fell silent as everyone attempted to process what was going on. Angel, although she did take notice of this subtle change, remained utterly apathetic as she turned away and took her seat, resuming her drawing. It wasn't as if no one had ever fallen silent in her presence. It seemed as though she had that effect on people. Although... this was on a much larger scale.
"Resume." she said simply, and the conversation started up again.
"I heard they're suspecting Planet Pretty!"
"Yeah, me too!"
"Are you guys nuts? She'd never do a thing like that! She's too much of a lady."
"Yeah, but you heard the rumors about her and Robby, right?"
"Alright, I've changed my mind. Everyone, shut up before I get angry." she said, and the entire room was so silent that one could drop a pin and everyone would hear it. They slowly took their seats, imitating their Queen. "Much better." she said, emitting another one of those frightening giggles. The entire room swallowed in unison. Perfect.~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:33 pm
Prey - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Prey twitched at the touch to her cheek and jerked her head away immediately. 'Don't ******** touch me...' she thought, wishing she had the courage to say it out loud. She realized her cowardice then, and the feeling of helplessness swirled with the memory of Death, and Predator was forever lost in her mind.
She was lost to her paranoia and sea of dread, but something appeared in the distance: a bridge to reality. The bridge was covered in fire, but she took it, opening her eyes, only realizing now that they had been closed. What had brought her back brought a fuel to her eyes. The b***h now was touching her hair. 'What the ********? Why does this shallow b***h like touching me so much?' She didn't care what Planet Pretty was saying then - she didn't give two shits about what she thought of her hair - , but the nerve of the school's prima donna to get so close to her irked Prey beyond comprehension. The anger had brought her away from her horrible, choking depression, but now she was going toward the other end of the spectrum. She knew that if she continued, she would get too angry to control herself, and then...
'No, no, this can't happen... not again... come on, Lily, hold yourself.. you don't.. you don't want to go back there...' The mix of anger and fear brought the glisten back to her eyes, and she knew the next moment would be her end.
But it wasn't. Right before she exploded, Predator centered her with a touch and a comforting whisper. His low voice, warm breath, and firm grip focused all her attention on him, away from the girl, away from Death, away from the tar pit of her paranoia... His chuckle made her smile, and she didn't resist as he led her into the classroom. Her smile stayed, and a few students even made a double take, not used to seeing happiness on the delinquent's face. As always, she sat herself in seat next to Predator. She was content to be there and doing her best to ignore the blonde swatch of color in her peripherals, as she has turned to Predator to speak.
But just as she opened her mouth, Predator brought Pretty's attention back to him, and Prey wasn't sure if she should sigh from annoyance or grin with the pleasure of his trick. She wasn't sure if he was talking about the dead kid or the one he had supposed threatened just now, but either way, she wanted to see if it would bother Planet Pretty, hoping with all her might it would.
Though the girl smiled at the question, her long ramble made Prey question the security of the girl's emotions. She rolled her eyes at the class's obedience to the girl's orders, but the smile returned to her eyes as she heard the conversation. It seemed that Planet Pretty's love of attention had benefitted Prey and Predator; at least the crowd wasn't talking about them just yet.
She frowned as the class grew silent and watched as the whole class grew frightened at the girl's odd shrieks that passed as giggles. Prey tried to hold it in, but...
"Aha ha ha ha!" she burst out. She couldn't hold back her laughs any longer. "Like we should care if miss little prissy is 'angry,'" she said, air quoting her last word. "I'm so scared. What are you going to do, fling your nail polish at me? Or maybe you're going to insult my looks again? I don't see why you have so much power over these people..." Her heart pounded rapidly, sending the adrenaline throughout her body that left her breathing faster and kept her focused. She had no idea what she was doing, and this wasn't like her at all, but part of her hoped that her outburst would make some of these idiots wake up and see that the prima donna had no real power over them.
Unless Planet Pretty was the murderer. In that case, she had just signed her own execution papers. She looked to Predator then, a fear in her eyes that only he could see. ...I won't go back, I won't go back, I won't go back..
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:50 am
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Emilia had been up late that night thinking about the recent events. That jerk was dead, and whoever did it saved her a lot of trouble, but it was a bit of a double edged sword. It saved her the trouble of that relentless, maverick brute, but also came with the ever growing pressure of who did save them from 'him' and his malicious actions. Almost everyone was his enemy, and the few that stuck around him didn't even like the guy. Police were all around the school, and Vulcan was on the suspect list (she was too, but she didn't really care). He already had enough problems, he had flunked a grade and had his seizures. He didn't want to be treated any worse so he hid them. A stupid, hard-headed decision but understandable from his past, and she couldn't really blame him, or sell him out. It was his decision.
She had laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling for hours. She tried to focus on how to keep Vulcan and the others safe from becoming scape goats. Who better to pin the murder on than some weak, poor, mistreated and unhealthy teen with issues? They'd pay thousands of dollars to shrinks and they'd come up with a solid reason. No one could of liked the kid enough to care about the truth, and so one of her friends could rot in jail for the rest of their days, completely innocent.
There was an enemy to her focus and formulating though. Every time she'd get close to an answer, the same image would pop into her head. The image of Robert's cold, dead, lifeless body behind the school, (Yeah, she makes it a point to know every one's name, it can be pretty effective in retorting people) and Prey's scared, wild eyes flashing to her in complete fear. She had been able to tear her eyes from the emotion in the other girl's, and glimpse a glimmer in her hand. A silver chain, and a silver circle. No doubt it was Robert's pendant. "A thief to the core." she had remembered thinking as she watched Prey run. She remembered letting out a sigh, and looking at the dead body. Thoughts of all the fights, all the pain, mental and physical, that he had caused and brought forth rushed through her mind. A tear rolled down her cheek, warm on her face, chilled the coldness of the winter, despite everything. No more came, and she muttered only a quiet sentence, "Tyranny always leads to an early grave.", before walking away, head down, and in a daze.
In truth, before Prey had seen her she had been standing there, silently, still as a statue, transfixed by the sight. Prey's movements had only unfroze her, and brought her out of her trance, although slowly.
That night, when she finally did fall asleep, she had another nightmare. Vulcan and she were hanging out, laughing, having fun, then a darkness came, and the police came. It was only two, faceless, unresponsive, and silent. They took Vulcan away, and he tried to fight, to get away, and called out to her for help. She tried to move but her body wouldn't listen. She tried to scream but no sound came out. They took him and she was left alone, powerless, and with Vulcan's face twisted in pain and despair. She couldn't help him, she couldn't do anything....
She woke up in a sweet, breathing hard, and sighed when she looked at the clock. "It was all a dream after all..." she thought, and got out of bed. She took a hot shower, got dressed, braided her hair, brushed her teeth, ate a quick breakfast, and was out the door with her stuff in hand. She arrived to school early enough to glimpse the latest of predator vs planet pretty, morning edition, on her way to her locker. She then headed to her class, smiling on her way since she knew Vulcan would be there waiting, or soon.
Emilia walked into the classroom and took a seat next to Vulcan. "Well this is good, this means he must of gotten up on time and probably didn't have a seizure, or at least not a bad one." she thought happily. Although they weren't easily detected they could make her friend blackout for varying amounts of time. A minute for some, an hour or more for others. One of the unpredictable cruelties of nature. "Good morning" she said cheerfully to him. "Any plans for tonight?" she asked, pausing briefly before continuing, "My parents said it would be fine if you and the others came over to my place." "And safer..." she added mentally. "My dad even offered to drive everyone hom later." she added, her smile growing. Her parents had been on a red alert ever since a student turned up dead on the campus of her school. It took awhile before she was able to convince them going to school was safe, and that the school was taking appropriate actions to make it even safer. Eventually she swung it, but they still wanted her around others at all times. "The buddy system... ugh" Last night, before Emilia had attempted to go to bed her parnets suggested her having all her friends over to play their 'fantasy games' and whatever else. Later once her dad got home he could drive everyone home, ensuring that Emilia would be around a large number of people she knew and trusted, and later they got safely returned home also. It was a bit much to Emilia, but a chance to have all her friends over at the same time didn't come every day. Using only on weekends or holidays, since they didn't like her staying up on school nights.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:12 am
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-: "Pah! Don't flatter yourself. As if I'd waste my nailpolish on you. The thought of any of my things getting near you is repulsive, especially since I know nothing I put within two hundred feet of you will ever be returned to me, jailbait." Angel replied with a casual smirk. She stood, sashying over to them in a very cat-like manner. It was in her nature to walk like that... something she had learned from her mother, who was probably the most prominent diva of the modern day. Not that she cared. She would surpass her mother in every way possible... she had to, or else her purpose was null.
She grinned, her sharp teeth glinting in the soft morning light that shone in through the large window at the back of the classroom. She threw a glance over at the young man who had spoken to her earlier, before this entire hubub had begun, and swerved towards his desk. Brazen as he was, he stood his ground... whether it was from sheer foolishness or the fact that he was utterly paralzed with fear didn't matter to Angel. She stood next to him and he jumped up from his seat. Angel turned, as if addressing the class.
"I don't know who you think you are, Lily, or Prey, or whatever it is they call you these days," she said calmly, putting her slender hand on the opposite shoulder of the young man, wrapping him in what in any other case would have looked like a tender embrace, "But I can assure you that if I should ever get angry with you, which I'm not as of late..."
In a blinding flash, she had flicked her wrist, and her hand was wrapped dangerously around th boy's neck. Her pink nails trailed along his Adam's apple and he grew even paler than he had been before, to a point where he looked like less of a human, and more of a... corpse... The four red lines on his neck were speckled with dots of blood where she cut him, slowly... painfully... and his eyes grew blurry with tears.
"If I should ever get angry with you," she repeated, letting go of the poor boy, who looked as though he was close to fainting where he stood. She winked at him, and immediately he offered her a grateful smile. "Then I'm sure that I'm not the only one who would advise you to be very, very afraid. You're not the first person who's come close to getting on my darker side, and I'm sure you won't be the last. That dead kid... the law wouldn't be on my doorstep if I didn't have such a dangerous reputation."
She walked over to Prey and smiled at her, her piercing green eyes sharp and deadly. It was to the point where she could effortlessly cut through steel if she felt the need. That look... many people had described it as the one thing that made her so powerful. When she stared at you... it was as if she was setting your soul on fire. Nothing could escape it... many of her closer acquaintances had told the school therapist that her eyes followed you wherever you went. Those ubiquitous, omnipresent emeralds were everywhere, inescapable daggers that made you conscious of every action you performed at every hour of every day. Angel leaned down to her ear.
"The reason why I have this power," she said quietly, "Is because all of my supporters are shallow, ignorant followers who would like nothing more than to be in my position. Their little, unintelligent minds are telling them to bend to my every whim because they think that every time they please me, they get closer to their goal. But you're smart enough not to fall for that. Don't let it get to your pretty little head; you and your precious boyfriend wouldn't be the first people I've destroyed in this school... cupcake."~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 5:53 pm
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xoxoxoxoxo ☠ ☠ ☠
I bare my fangs for all to see...
At first, he was amused, but slowly, he realized that she was going too far. In her little demonstration, though, Howard realized how much of the student body would now be of afraid of their perfect little idol. But then, he pondered, it wasn't as if they hadn't seen this side of her before. It was as if they chose to ignore it existed, this deplorable, horrifying split personality of their queen. He eyes narrowed as she stared at Prey, but before he could get involved, she'd already jumped to her side, speaking in her ear. It was unfortunate, though, Predator thought, that he was able to hear every word. It wasn't anything that would anger Prey, he figured, but still, Prey was a little off today and he was worried. If anything, Pretty's presence alone would give her the tremors. He had seen the desperate look in Lily's eyes only moments ago, the pure fear that she would show no one else, and a burden of guilt overcame him. Not only did have to save Prey from Pretty, but from himself, and from her own fears as well.
"That's enough." His eyes blazed as he jumped over his desk, landing in the next aisle right behind Prey's seat. He leaned back for a second, contemplating what he should do in regards to the entire class watching and then shrugged, his arm flying forward to grab Pretty by the top of her shirt and yank her towards him. He grinned at her, maliciously, a cruel, sadistic grin that was just as bad as her emerald stare.
"Shut up." He growled, taking a fist full of her hair in his other hand, almost delicately, as she had done to Prey, but with a quiet stare, "You ought to stay in line, lest something should happen to you first..." He let the blond strands slip through his fingers. Then he shoved her backwards, knowing she wouldn't fall and make a fool out of herself. But as he did so, he distanced her from Prey's desk and walked forward, blocking Pretty's view of Prey and leaning his hand on the desk, fist clenched.
"Stay away from Prey. Or I'll burn you," his words were just as powerful as his stare, "Cupcake," he added, with a sneer. You could mess with Predator and he'd banter with words and enjoy himself, but if you messed with Prey, he'd bury you alive and take pride in your suffering. Still, he knew this was Planet Pretty; she wasn't going to bite her tongue and disappear, but he could care less. Right now, he was showing her his territory. If she messed with Prey, she was looking for trouble.
Are you afraid of me ?
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:41 am
:::Vulcan:::::::::
As soon as Motherboard entered the classroom, Vulcan brightened in every way save the literal. His posture perked up, and there was a bit more life in his eyes.
Motherboard never skipped - she had perfect grades, after all - and never wanted to. But the unsafe conditions naturally had her parents worried, and there was more than one day this week when her presence wasn't guaranteed. As much as he hated to sound weak, and oh, did this made him sound weak, he couldn't be at school without her. At lunch, when other plans had her away from him, he was very prone to seizures, not that he would ever tell her. He always felt a bit of guilt for the worry he constantly put her through, and for her to know - to really know - that her absence caused his awful seizures would be more horrible than he could handle. She would feel so guilty, and he would feel like the worst person for causing that degree of disgust in her.
"I guess I have plans now!" Vulcan said with a playful smile. "But that's a bit odd... they don't normally allow everyone over on a school night..." he said, the oddity of it not having slipped past him. Then his face took on a somber smile. "Then again... this isn't a normal time, is it?" There was a moment of pause in the relatively silent classroom, as not many students were in the class this early. "But it's still awful nice of him to do that. He must be worried..." he said, pausing again. Thoughts of his mother ran through his head. 'Why isn't she more concerned? Then again, who can blame her? I risk worse than death every day...' he conceded, returning to their conversation with an upward jerk of his head - he had lowered in his head in thought - and a smile. "I could bring my laptop, and we could do a raid in WoW, and then maybe we could continue watching Next Gen... yeah?" he suggested, the potential for geek activity bringing a smile to his lips. "I can't wait!"
:::: razz lease, make them stop… I can't take it anymore…
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:54 am
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-: Angel grinned smugly as the boy jumped up. His attempt to silence her was met with a discreet chuckle. As if a little remark from him would really mean that it was enough... only she had the power to decided that, and anyone who thought it alright to usurp that power was a liability she couldn't waste her energy on. But still... she should have known that trifling with the thief would push his buttons. After all, it was well known that Prey was Predator's most precious possession. A pity though, that she didn't see it that way. In Angel's mind, they were just two problems that needed to be solved individually... no amount of kissy poo noble protector s**t would prevent that.
Angel was torn out of her train of thought (in the most literal sense of the word) when Predator grabbed her by the shirt and order her to shut up. She trailed her finger along his vest slowly. "Oh, Howard... this is so sudden..." she purred with a wicked grin as he grabbed her hair. He shoved her back and she skidded along the slick tiles in her stilettos. Predictably, two of the more pugnacious members of her group rushed to her aid, an understandable reaction to Predator's threats, but she motioned them away. They scowled, advancing towards him.
"No." Angel said calmly, with an almost undetectable hint of contempt - or was it jealousy? - in her voice. "Let him be. I forgot for a moment that he coveted his woman so much... Well, so be it. It's not like I'll never see him again." She flipped her hair with a jaded sigh when she realized that he had put a crease in her shirt. Oh well. It only showed that he wasn't half as civilized as she was. She turned on her heels, heading for the door. She pointed to her left and right, and the boy who was injured, as well as another with red hair rushed to her side without a word being exchanged.
They walked out of the classroom and Angel cleared her throat. "Thomas," she said to the ginger. "I'm hungry. Go on and see if you can't get me something to eat. As for you, Brian..." She pulled out a scented hankerchief and handed it to him. "Clean your neck. You look atrocious."
"Y-yes, Miss Pretty." he stammered, taking the hankerchief and dabbing at his neck. Angel pulled a lipgloss out of her bra (kitty pink, her favorite) and dotted her lips with it. She smiled at a group of Freshman girls, who turned red as strawberries when she passed.
"Good morning, ladies. I love your outfits. Very fashionable." she commented as she opened the door to the girl's bathroom. She had to fix herself before the teacher walked into class... or Prey got any strange ideas with her bookbag. Then again... her things were usually heavily guarded, and most of her valuables were in her locker anyways. She sighed as she closed the door behind her. Predator never really got agressive unless the issue was something he cared about. So that little pierced imbecile female in her class should stop moping about as if her life was so horrible. Prey...
... that lucky b***h.~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:33 pm
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I bare my fangs for all to see...
Howard sighed almost as soon as Pretty turned her heel and danced away in all her dramatics. He clenched his open hand, staring at the palm that had been itching to crush the girl. He had to control himself better; in plain sight, in front of his classmates, he had to be more careful that his violent nature didn't pass around.
Or he'd be in trouble.
He ran a hand through his messy black hair and whirled around the small space between the desks and sat down. He leaned across the desk and turned his head, resting it on his arm to look at Prey. He looked tired, unbelievably so. And older, as if suddenly the dark circles under his eyes were ever so more visible. Pretty took the energy out of him. When he thought about her threats, it scared him, him the delinquent, the Predator, to think that she might do something to Prey. And as volatile as Prey was, Predator knew how fragile that blazing temper could be.
He reached his other arm out, extending his open palm on Prey's desk. Slowly, he wiggled all his fingers, finally pointing at her. "Lil-ly." he murmured quietly, "It's safe now." He smiled slightly. It was a small tug of his lip, not much that could be noticed, but Prey would know. If it was for Prey, Howard would do anything. Even if it meant taking care of Pretty. His eyes traveled from Prey to his arm in front of him, a quiet stare, a tired stare. No one could tell what he was thinking, but right now, he had that violent look in his eyes. The look that scared most people to keeping their distance.
I have to control myself. I can't let something like this happen again. As much as I want to crush that dolled up mannequin, I can't. If the police find out... He closed his eyes for a brief moment with a quiet sigh. I'm more of suspect than the rest of them. I have to cautious
Are you afraid of me ?
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:20 pm
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▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Emilia grinned when Vulcan said he'd come, though in his own, cheery way. Sharp as ever, he picked up on the abnormality of it. Her parents weren't that thrilled with her choice of 'recreational activities'. They thought gaming and watching so much TV was bad for her, and taught her bad habits. Then again, when they were kids they didn't like star trek, so why would they like their kid watching it? More so, they didn't quite like the large amount o people at their home at any given moment in time. Their opinions her her friends weren't the highest, but since nothing had turned up stolen or anything serious broken, they couldn't come up with a good enough reason to keep her friends from coming over. They could only limit it without Emilia proving her point, and proving what a good lawyer she'd make. To keep her parents from banning TNG nights she had to keep her grades up. Working hard on her grades is one of the many things she does for her friends, but she doesn't mind. In college it will get harder, and she'll be to a level were she can just coast and get good grades. Plus, then she'll have her own place and can invite her friends over as much as she wants. Yes, everything comes in time for the patient.
Her smile dampened when he pointed out the oddity of it, and her smile returned when he said this wasn't a normal time. She spoke up then, in his pause, "Yeah, I guess it isn't." her voice was quiet and a bit of an underlying humor to it. Robert was dead, and they hadn't been messed with much at all since. It was one of the most peaceful times since 'he' came. "It's sad he had to die, but someone had to do something about him." she thought frowning. She smiled again once Vulcan spoke up, not noticing she had gotten lost in her thoughts. "I guess I'm more distracted than I thought." She laughed happily when Vulcan exclaimed that he couldn't wait, "Yeah, this is going to be fun. If you see any of the others can you please tell them? By Lunch everyone should know then." she said happily.
Emilia reached down and got her binder and book out. Her binder was zipped shut, thin, and made out of soft leather. Inside was a normal work binder, a few slots for pencils and pens, slots for business cards, a flap for important papers, a larger cell pocket (that's where she put her calculator), and a binder section. She unzipped it and took out a mechanial pencil and flipped her binder section to her class's papers. "Well on my way to class I passed a bit of entertainment." She said with a smirk, "Even a murder doesn't stop predator and planet pretty's fights." she continued on with a shake of her head. How thick headed and insensitive some people could be was astounding, but then again, they both hated the guy. "Robert... what were you thinking this whole time?" she thought. Psycology was a tricky subject, and she bet the school's shrink couldn't even began to guess. She lightened up though and smiled at Vulcan. "Oh well, I brought a few of my decks and some dice for lunch." she said, referring to the game Magic: the Gathering.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:11 pm
 Marion+++++++++++++
...and the Marionettes. Stitch's smile distracted him from what she mumbled into his chest. But it would come back to him later. For now, he watched, entertained, as she played out his joke, doing so well as to frighten a couple of boys away. He laughed at how well she played it off, and her comment about the school reacting to her contacts continued the laugh, turning the low chuckle into a full-blown guffaw.
His name ended the joke, and a small burst of warmth hit him then. No, he didn't mind the name at all, as long as it came from her. Sure, if anyone else dared call him anything but "Marion," a name he'd raised himself and now loved, they would face a fist. And not only did he not mind Stitch calling him that, but he preferred it. He enjoyed how it separated her from the rest, and her calling him "Marion" just sounded wrong... somehow. Not even the other Marionettes dared call him Marion. Not one had yet, and he did not want to deal with it when they did. It would disrupt the union that they all desperately needed right now, but he wouldn't dare risk his reputation. He was walking a tightrope, and the school was the audience of his crazy circus.
In the middle of his whole-hearted laugh, two girls walked by, looking disgusted and disturbed.
"What could he be laughing at?" one whispered.
"Probably at a picture of his latest victim..." the another answered, actually sounding serious and concerned.
"I can hear you, you know!" he bursted out, turning around to face them. Their faces went pale. "And if you don't get going, you'll be next!" he said, not losing his glare, resisting the urge to break into a continuing laughter. They are ridiculous... pfft... a picture. Good to know I can have rumors that morbid... he thought, proud at the achievement. The girls were frozen, and rather than keep stubborn in an attempt to show their lack of fear, they showed that fear by walking off quickly, turning their heads away quickly. But one did not turn too quickly for Marion to miss the frightened tears in her eyes.
"Feh. Meddling scum..." he mumbled. He turned back to face Stitch, just having remembered something.
"Hey, Stitch..." he said, none of the roughness that his voice has just held present. His voice was soft and calm, concerned. "You didn't look too good when I first saw you... you didn't have another freak out, did you?" Worry was in his eyes, the same eyes that now peered into her contact-covered ones, searching and pleading for the truth. Just like she knew everything about him, he knew everything about her and her bipolar disorder, though he hated to call it that. As though something needed to be fixed. Sure, Marion hated to see Stitch suffer one of her manic-suicidal episodes, but he hated it more when she didn't tell him. As though she couldn't trust him with it. As if he'd see her in a different light. But he wouldn't. The manic-excited swings that Stitch had weren't too bad, at least she was happy, hyper, which he could handle. Sure, she was having fun, but deep down he knew that it wasn't her feeling those emotions, just her... disorder. The school is the stage, and I am the puppet master...
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 4:27 pm
Prey - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Once again, the insults toward Prey's "nastiness" took no toll, but the attack on her kleptomania turned her smile into a frown, though the adrenaline did not stop pumping, now fueled by rage. But as she watched the prima donna get closer and closer and closer to the boy, Prey went from anger to fear. She cared little for the kid, but thoughts of what Planet Pretty could do to the kid... Her heart pumped faster, and she felt weak. Planet Pretty addressed her by name, and all she could do was look into that poor boy's eyes...
...and cringe with a gasp as she wrapped her hand around his neck. Her eyes glistened with tears once more, and it was everything she could do to not whisper "...no..." under her breath. She let go, and but then her eyes turned to Prey. The delinquent was frozen, stuck with nothing but to look at those piercing green eyes forever. Though the boy's release had wiped the glisten from her eyes, she was trapped in fear. Her face made no hint at it, keeping neutral in a defensive instinct that saved her so many times in juvi. But her eyes were fearful.
Then Planet Pretty whispered in her ear, and Prey was stuck hearing her words. They were nothing more than the girl explaining her ways, but the last thing she said... caused Prey to smile. 'If she thinks she can threaten Predator... ha. She has no idea what kind of trouble she's in if she think she can hurt him...' The fear was gone, a smirk donning her lips as a replacement.
And he proved her right. In a flash, Predator spoke, fully breaking Pretty's hold on her, and jumped next to her. But even she didn't foresee what happened next. Prey jolted up in her seat as he grabbed the girl by the shirt and held her hair. Prey was, for lack of a better word, entranced by his threat, ignoring Planet Pretty's jesting words. He shoved the girl backward, away from her, and Prey smiled. Then he walked forward, unable to see Prey's expression, and said something she didn't expect. She put a hand to cover her mouth, which had quickly gone from a stunned "o" to a very pleased smile. Had she been the sort of girl to do such a thing, she would have blushed. But she would only smile to herself and continue to watch the drama unfold.
Planet Pretty's mention of "his woman" brought an angry flush to her cheeks that was more out of embarrassment for Predator than any sort of compliment to her. She walked away, and a tension that she hadn't even realized until now left her. A sigh of relaxation left her, not realizing she had done so at the same time as Predator until after. Her eyes darted to him, worry in her eyes. When he finally sat down and looked at her, she met his gaze. The fear and exhaustion in his eyes gave power to the worry, but his faint smile - the smile only meant for her - brushed the worry away with the whisper of his words. She smiled, not hiding it this time, the expression of joy in her eyes and lips. But then he looked away, closed his eyes, and sighed, and the pang of worry hit her again.
Without hesitation, without thinking, she grasped his open hand in hers and looked at him straight-on, not letting go of his gaze. When he finally looked at her, when he really looked at her, she would whisper.
"It's going to be ok." She wasn't as good at telling when he was at his worse, not as good as he was with her, but when he was, she was there for him to focus on. "Just focus on me, ok?" she whispered again. "And..." she continued, pausing, unsure of saying... "...thank you." She smiled, hoping he knew that without him, she would have crumbled into dust a long time ago...
The teacher entered the classroom, only a couple of minutes until the bell rang and the class would start. He was not oblivious to the tension in the air, the odd stared, the whispers...
"Anything... happen?" he asked as he looked around the room, curiosity stroking his words. ...I won't go back, I won't go back, I won't go back..
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