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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:36 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder looked on in concern, then confusion, then in disbelief. This was the result of a casual argument, huh? He had never seen one like this, and that was saying something. "Hey!" he shouted, growing angry as she walked away. He didn't know her relationship with Hood, but for all he knew she had just nearly killed the boy and was trying to get rid of him. At best, she had beat the s**t out of him and Schraeder wanted to know why. Plus, no one walked away from him after talking like that. "I don't care who you think you are, you don't get to talk like that," he said as he came up alongside her, then stepped in front of her. "If someone offers you help, or tries, then you learn how to have manners and let them help, or tell them politely." He scoffed at her. "We're beyond that now, so how about you tell me why he's on the verge of dying, what you did to him, and why I shouldn't just go tell someone that you tried to kill him."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:24 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾  Roxy's temper was rising again. Seriously, couldn't some people mind their own freakin business? Apparently not this guy. Obviously he didn't realize who he was talking to. If he did, he was acting quite brazen. The wrath of a goddess is not a good thing to invoke. "I'll talk however I damn well please..." Roxy stated simply. No male was going to tell her what she could and could not do.
She had continued to try and walk, but he stepped in her path. Wrong thing to do. Especially when she was trying to get Stephen to the nurse. "You are an idiot. If I was trying to kill him, I would have done so. The goddess of the hunt does not miss her mark when she intends to kill." She said coldly. It was true. If she wanted to kill somebody, she wouldn't drag it out slowly. As it was, she was only interested in hunting wild animals.
Roxy considered stepping around him. Although, he'd probably shift to block her, thus enraging her further. "I will not be telling you how you can help me, for you cannot. I can handle it myself...If you'd let me through, that is..." She stated. Deep breath. She had to remind herself to attempt to reign in her temper.
"Fair warning, continue to test me, you may end up like Hood...But I'll leave your a** out on the lawn...I don't think you'd like your head smashed into a light pole, now would you?" Roxy couldn't help herself. She had to give that warning, with a little bit of an undercurrent of rage in there. Did he not understand that her getting Stephen to the Nurse's office was an urgent matter? Or did he not understand the concept of a concussion and what it could do to you? Stephen had already lost his dinner, and some blood. He needed to get to the nurse. .
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You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:46 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
The King looked at Robin Hood as he panted and bled. Roxy had beaten the s**t out of him, but she had a point. Schraeder knew that she was a Goddess, and of the Hunt, at that. If she wanted him dead, he'd likely be dead. But still... He looked at the girl. She was holding Hood. She might be training to be a Goddess, but she had a way to go, and she was at a disadvantage. It was pretty likely that Schraeder could beat her - a quick jab to her throat before she could drop Hood would end the fight quickly - but he would make a lifelong enemy, and probably not one he wanted to have. After a few silent seconds, he clenched his fists and stepped to the side. "I'm coming with you, then. He better be okay."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 10:10 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy began tapping her foot with little difficulty. She was growing impatient with him. If he were meant to be a wall, he would have been made out of bricks. Since he was not, he should move out of her way. As he examined her, she raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes. Now was no time to be sizing her up.
Finally, mister prissy decided to move out of her way. However, seconds later, he declared that he was going with her. "Oh, no you won't. You're not 'going with me' anywhere. I don't care if you follow behind, but you aren't coming 'with' me..." She stated, tempted to slap him for his audacity. Quite frankly she had grown extremely annoyed with him, and she didn't trust him.
So, for an extra measure of precaution, she whistled. Her hunting dog, Sam, came running like he had been taught. He was barely two years old, just reaching maturity for his breed. Plus, he was extremely loyal to Roxy. Extremely protective. If this guy tried anything funny, Sam would rip into him.
"Don't touch the dog, he won't touch you. Don't touch me, the dog won't touch you. You don't insult me, I don't tell the dog to rip your balls off..." She trailed off, looking the guy in the eye, rather critically. "Got it?"
Roxy was pretty sure that her instructions were clear. So, she continued on her way to the school building. Sam was at her heels, keeping an eye on the stranger with the long hair. Sam was used to Stephen though, so he wasn't really interested in him. The stranger he was wary of. Good.
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You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 2:07 pm
Randall Tripp Kensington ‘Tap Tap’
The sharp fingernails of Ms. Dawson tapped on the desk made a sharp, pounding sort of sound. Yet, despite of the angry sound of the tap, the boy sitting directly in front of her showed no ounce of fear. In fact, he wore a gleaming smile, which was on the verge of laughter. He had been here many times before, and every time he wasn’t fazed by the fragile nature of his fate. Sure, he may have been spending a week in detention, or a night in the dreaded dungeon, yet it hadn’t mattered. He was far more concerned with the humorous stress lines marking the administrators face. To him, it was quite funny that the lines made her young thirty years of age look a dreadful olden age of forty-five.
“Randy, who broke into the administrators’ office last night?”
He just shrugged, all while looking into her eyes.
“Honestly, I have no idea.”
In fact, he did have an idea. Well, more than an idea. The previous day, a student wanted to prank the security guards, leaving them distracted for the full day. What exactly the security guards were to be distracted from was the best part, with the young student planning to have a grand day. Yet, Randy never revealed names, and thus, the administrator wasn’t getting anywhere.
“I know you know.”
“No, you believe I know. Your belief is false, considering I am utterly clueless about this. In fact, I didn’t know even a whisper of it. That is, until you dragged me into this dreaded office. Now, if you excuse me, I think I will go.”
He said this while slowly getting up. The principals eyes were hard, and her lips tight. Yet he continued to move, whistling as he walked. He had people to see, particularly people with some payment, since Randy expected a nice pair of TOMs tonight. It was an odd payment, but the lad really needed some shoes, and he was unsure of what to get. Thus, he requested the beggar to buy him shoes, TOMs specifically. It was a girl, so he was certain she picked out a lovely design.
“RANDY!”
He turned around, and looked at the woman with a smile that reached to his eyes.
“Darn, Ms. Dawson, you might need a break. You look really stressed.”
And with that, he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Then, he pulled out his lucky quarter and begun flipping it as he walked toward the predicted meeting place.
It was in the courtyard, behind the gardens. And, a small girl stood behind the bush, her hair shining and her face bright.
“Hey Randy!” Her face glowed when she saw him, and she lifted up a pair of TOMs, they were brown, as everything else Randy truly liked, and marked with zigzags. Randy looked at his current shoes, flip flops, which were torn to the point where they almost were broken. “Thank you, love.” He said with a smile. She blushed, and then looked at him with glowing eyes.
“The plan worked!”
He was surprised by her giddiness. It was such a simple plan; she wanted the security guards distracted so she could sneak into the restricted room in the abandoned hallway. She never said why she needed this, but the glow on her said that he didn’t want to know. He took the new shoes from her, and admired them as he said nonchalantly,
“My plans always work”.
Then he turned around, walking away with only a wave. On his way back to the building, he threw his flip flops in the trash, than slipped on his new shoes. They looked odd, compared to how new they were to the rest of his clothing. His jeans were knee length, with shreds and tears streaming down, and a patch on his thigh. It was done crudely, and the seams were showing. His shirt was a button up plaid shirt, colors blue and brown, with its distinguished dirt stains; and underneath was a white v-neck, which was surprisingly clean. Everything seemed to be wrinkled.
His face was also stubble coated, and his hair was sticking out. There wasn’t a messier man, and he loved it every bit of it. Yet, he didn’t like how clean his shoes were, and thus he dragged his feet through the dirt to make them appear more ‘him’. It didn’t do much, yet it was enough to leave him satisfied. Sadly, that probably was the most effort he ever would put into his appearance.
With a quick eye sweep of the courtyard, he saw a poor boy being dragged; and much too Randy’s delight, by a bright red head girl. This girl was most defiantly one of his favorites. He always loved taunting her. Luckily for him, she could sense his meaningless humor more often than not, although he had been attacked with her lectures before. Yes, women rights were a very important thing, Roxy had taught him that very early in their friendship.
He watched silently as the girl was approached by another familiar face, all thought not a very joyous one. Stetson was one of the kids at the school who took their role far too seriously. There were times where Randy actually believed Stetson thought he was indeed royal instead of just being in a giant role-play game. It was just like a medieval fair, and he was one of the actors who still believed they were the king long after their costumes were gone. Randy never liked people who took their lives that seriously.
By the distressed look on Roxy’s face, obviously Randy wasn’t the only one who felt distaste towards the stuck up king. In fact, her dog was trailing behind her in a threatening manner, which always meant there was something serious going on. Being the person who liked giving people favors, the lost boy decided this was just the time to do so, and he ran up to Roxy and her beautiful dog.
“Aye boy!”
The dog growled for a moment, but upon realization of who was near him, he let out his tongue in a silly sort of smile. Roxy had continually tried to get the dog to hate the lost boy, yet behind her back Randy had always fed the beast some snacks and scratched behind his ears. Yet, there was no doubt in the lad’s mind that if the Goddess demanded the dog to hurt him, out of her safety or pure wrath, the dog wouldn’t hesitate to bite his leg off. As one could guess, he didn’t piss her off with her pup around.
“You look like you need some help with that…”
He took the unconscious boy from her hands, and quickly realized it was Stephan. This of course caused a laugh to sprout, the kind that lined his face in a glowing sort of way. With anyone but Roxy, it would have been irresistible, yet he was in the presence of the one person oblivious to his fine looks. He had a hunch she wasn’t oblivious to Stephan, and that was probably why the boy was suffering from a concussion at the moment. Yet, the time to taunt was later, since Stetson wouldn’t be able to take the heat, and thus he put the boy on his back and walked off towards the nurse’s office.
“She won’t be needing your help anymore, Stet.”
He wasn’t sure what the King’s reaction was, but he continued on, unsure if Roxy was following him or not, yet, she must have, considering he found her by his side when they arrived in the nurse’s office. Upon arriving, he threw the body down on the bed, being a tad harsher than he needed to be. He was always harsh with this kid, and he wasn’t really sure why… Nonetheless, apparently he wasn’t the only one.
“So, Goddess, are you taking your role too seriously again?”
He said this with a smirk, and then ran his fingers across the fiery red heads check, just before brushing a stray bang behind her ear. He knew this always infuriated her, and out of respect, halfway out of nerves, he took his hand away and placed it in his back pocket, shuffling his feet ever so slightly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 8:13 pm
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Marty jumped back when he saw the Devil open the door. "Oh uh, hi there." He lifted the tray in front of him slightly to show why he was there. "I figured Sierra wasn't gonna be going down for dinner...so I brought her food." Marcel didn't really say much, which was alright with the Beast. "I'll uh, I'll just keep her company yeah?" With that said, he slipped into the room to see Sierra staring at some homework (or at least, he thought it was homework). The door closed behind him and things were back to semi-comfortable level.
"Hey there," he said as he brought the food to the bed. "Whatcha doing tonight?" Sierra blinked and said dryly, "The same thing I do every night. Try to take over the world."
He paused. Then he giggled. "You know, I almost believed you for a second." She smirked, "I know." Okay. So the Queen had a dry sense of humor. He could work with this. "I'm surprised Ryan isn't with you." Ryan pointed at the tray. "Well actually, that was all him. I found it outside the door. I guess he didn't want to interrupt your talk with Marcel earlier." He shrugged. "I could understand. Seems like you guys are pretty inseparable." Sierra in turn raised an eyebrow. "And you're not the same with Belissa or Ryan?" Hrmmm, not exactly the answer he was looking for - he was trying to see how close the Devil and Wicked Queen were for Ryan. He didn't want his best buddy to fall for a girl who was already taken.
He sat cross legged at the edge of the bed and started eating his sandwich. It was surprising how easy he was able to interact with Sierra. "Hey, not to sound weird or anything, but your bed is really comfy." The girl across him gave him a small smile. "Thank you. I'm actually surprised that you came." He tilted his head in confusion. "Neither of you act fond of people in general. Not to say that you dislike them, but rather that you don't know how to handle them. Coming to see me, a cold and callous girl, contradicts your general shyness." He considered her words. "Wow. Sounds like you watch us a lot." She smirked. "When people start asking if some random person is your secret friend, you tend to want to know who that random person is."
She got those rumors too?! "Wow, really? I mean, I had some people ask that, but I thought that it was a prank. Like, we've never even spoken before today." She shook her head. "I've had several people on both sides ask about us." He laughed. "I wonder where it all came from. People come up with crazy rumors I guess." He doesn't understand she wears a pained smile. "That they do." He stopped eating and waited to see if she'd try and add more to that statement. She doesn't.
They eat and talk a little about their favorite sci-fi books. Slowly Marty starts to feel sleepy, but he doesn't really want to leave. Sierra starts to take longer to reply....and the light is getting darker....
"You're...not that bad...you know...."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 8:47 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy had just began to walk off once again towards the nurse's office after Stetson finally got out of the way. However, her attention was called elsewhere. A familiar voice called out in the night, to her dog, nonetheless. She heard Sam growl at the newest arrival, but that didn't last long. Roxy had a feeling that Randy had been bribing her dog to like him. Regardless, no matter what, Sam would be loyal to her.
She continued walking, doing her best to ignore her friend at the moment. Roxy wasn't quite in the mood for his antics. She was secretly hoping that she could get away before he could speak to her, however she knew that was impossible. Especially due to the fact she was doing her best to lug a guy heavier than her a distance to the nurse. Sure enough, Randy had decided to take her burden upon himself, taking Stephen from her grasp. She let out a low growl of frustration as he laughed.
"Randy! I had him!" She fussed at her friend. The lost boy was always doing stuff to annoy her. She chalked it up to 'boys will be boys', but he was a prankster more than most. Her face grew red as he addressed Stetson. 'Won't be needing your help anymore'. Gah! She hadn't even needed Randy's in the first place! Roxy was perfectly capable of taking care of it herself.
Ignoring Stetson, she chased after Randy. "Why must you be so infuriating, Randy?" She asked, mostly rhetorically. If he hadn't been her friend, she'd be kicking his behind right now. Then again, maybe she should, for he would know how she would feel about him suddenly taking Stephen away from her like that.
Although Randy had probably gotten Stephen to the nurse's office faster than she could have. Ignoring that fact, she winced as he somewhat dropped Stephen on the bed the nurse directed them to. She instantly felt really bad. Why did she have to lose her temper with men? She was sure Freud would have some sort of insane answer to that, which she would scoff at.
"I am not taking my role too seriously...You know how Stephen gets under my skin..." She trailed off, biting her lip when Randy brought his hand up to her cheek. Then he placed some of her stray bangs behind an ear of hers. She bit her lip only to refrain from telling him off. He knew that upset her most of the time. "That's right...you'd better move your hand....." She trailed off.
Gah, why had he had to do her a favor? Why? She hadn't asked, and she knew how crazy his payments for favors could be. "What do you want....?" She trailed off. After a moment, she realized how vague that sounded. "You know, for a payment for your favor? I won't take 'nothing' for an answer."
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You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 9:43 pm
Slam slam, oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee had tried to wait patiently for a response from her friend. However, it seemed as if Jenna wasn't in a very talky mood right then. Though, Andee didn't wait very long. She had eaten quite quickly, due to the fact she wanted to get to Sierra's room to plot. Before too long, her plate was empty, her glass was too. She sat there awkwardly waiting for her friend to talk. After a couple of minutes, Andee cleared her throat.
"I'll want to hear about it later, Jenna...I, regretfully, have somewhere else to be....." With that said, Andee stood up, dusting herself off, in the unlikely case that she got crumbs on herself. "See you later, bestie! You too, Aquila...." She trailed off. She turned and tossed her trash in the waste bins, then headed out of the somewhat crowded cafeteria.
Andee traveled the halls in silence. That was something she rarely did. Andee always preferred to be talking to someone, or listening to someone talk to her. However, at this point, she got to thinking. Should she still try and go through with a plot to get Polly's testosterone shot's stopped if that's what her friend wanted? Probably not, but that was an issue to debate later. No matter what, Andee was going to help Sierra with the iron shoes issue. That was a given. Nothing would change her mind about that one.
She had finally made her way up to the girl's dorms. Then, after thinking a moment back, she remembered Sierra's room number. Without hesitation, Andee walked up the correct door and knocked loudly. "Sierra...It's me...Andee..." She called out, loud enough for the occupant inside to hear. Hopefully she hadn't woken up Sierra, or something like that. Yeah, she kinda didn't tend to think things through like that. Oh well, it was done already. All the tiny blond had to do now was wait for the door to be answered. Either that, or be told she could come in .
Party crasher, panty snatcher
Call me up if you want gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 9:52 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l The Queen watched as Marty started to slowly fall asleep. She wasn't sure if it was the food or the supposedly comfy bed, but he was certainly falling asleep. After a few minute of him sleeping while sitting up, she watched as he opened his eyes, then tilted his head. And so the change occurred.
"Good to see you Martin." She was more than halfway through her meal and looked at the food while Martin stretched. "Good God woman, watching you and the wimp is BORING as fu--" "Martin!" "Argh you're so damn uptight about language." She sighed and finished up her meal. Once she finished, he took away the tray and sat right beside her. "Yes, I am. You have a plethora of words you could use for insults. No need to be crude about it." He barked out, "Subtle snides doesn't get rid of people as fast." She snapped back with, "Only because you don't know how to do it as well as me."
They both glared at each other before smirking. "See now there's the fiery woman we all know and despair." She sighed and looked at her feet. "Yes, well, my day hasn't exactly been the best. I'm sorry for forcing you away earlier." Martin waved it off. "Psh don't worry 'bout it. Just don't do it again. I hate seeing you cry. Honestly, I'm just happy wimpy didn't leave you back there. Speaking of whom, what's with this sudden friendship?" She paused. Not only could he spot a lie from a mile away, but he was never afraid to call bull crap on her and refused to let her lie to him or herself. He was a painful friend, but a good one (though she'd sooner have sex with Andy - ew - than tell anyone that).
"Life likes to mess with people, doesn't it? I wasn't expecting to be friends with you when you punched me in a rage, but we somehow manage it." She saw Martin flinch lightly when she spoke of their initial meeting. "And now I had to be injured again in order to be friends with your other self. Who knows how or why, but somehow we happen to make it work...most of the time. Why not with him?" She shrugged.
He stared at her in amazement. Then he started laughing hard. "Bwahahaha! Jesus. As polar opposites as we are, you're right. There are certain aspects that we hold in common. Leaving a girl in pain is something neither of us would ever do....you know I'm still sorry for punching you in the face right?" There was more to it than that, but she was happy that he didn't push for more. She also had a feeling that he was happy that she didn't push him about the amazement or the laughter. "Yes, I know. I've already forgiven you for it. Sometimes I think you have a harder time of letting things go than I do." He stuck his tongue out at her. She lightly shoved his arm and he lightly returned the push. "As much as I hate to swell your pride, I think you might be right."
While Marcel and Sierra could communicate through silence and subtly, Martin and Sierra understood each other through snapping comments and playful insults. Extremely different, but she wouldn't trade either of them for anything...which was part of the reason why she was trying to befriend Marty so hard. She wanted him on her side. The best way to do that was to befriend ALL of him. She had the rougher side of him on her side; it wouldn't be that hard to get the softer part of him on her side. She hoped it wouldn't.
There was a knock on the door and Andee revealed herself to be on the other side. Martin immediately got up and started heading for the balcony doors. "Welp, that's my cue to leave. See ya later. I'll be back to give you a lecture on not accepting help when you're injured," he said in a low voice. Sierra waited till he left before calling out to Andee.
"Yes, I'm awake. Please come in, the door is open." She was happy to hear from the small girl. Now it was time to plot. She gave the girl a small half-smile when the blond entered the room. "Good to see you...it's been quite the day."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 10:41 pm
Slam slam, oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee was relieved when Sierra responded, informing her that she was awake. She was glad that she hadn't woken the Wicked Queen up. Mainly because she knew how much she hated to wake up after getting into a good sleep. Tink opened the door when she was told it was open. She looked to see Sierra giving her a half smile, to which she returned with a full smile.
"Good to see you too...though not the condition of your feet! Stupid school...." She commented, looking around the room at the various spots to sit. Without really asking, Andee grabbed the chair near the desk and set it by the bed so she could sit across from Sierra. "Eh, my day wasn't that interesting, other than the whole meeting you and the Polly shot thing....However, I did notice a small crowd of boys around your dorm when I came up to take an nap earlier..." She trailed off with a small smirk.
Boys were one thing Andee loved to talk about, however, she could be distracted from that subject. At this moment, she did want to discuss the male gender. "So, you've become quite popular with the males today. I know I saw some ginger...and he was talking to Marty...I only really know Marty because we're in the same grade. He's the Beast, right?" She asked, not completely sure, but she had a good feeling that that was the sophomore's assigned character.
"Anywho, Polly says she actually want's go to through with the whole testosterone shot thing. I call bull on that one...I personally she's been brainwashed into thinking that that's what she wants...." Andee stated, expressing her opinion on the matter. It was like the idea had been shoved at her friend for so long that the concept suddenly became appealing. She seriously doubted that Polly would like the effects in the long run. Thus, it needed to be stopped now. "I'm sure you've had some ideas brewing all day...Blackmail has been on my list...What about you? Any ideas worth sharing?" She asked curiously. Two brilliant brains on the matter were definitely better than just one.
Andee leaned back in the chair, pulling her legs up and crossing them indian style. Due to her lack of height, she couldn't stand just letting her legs dangle off the edge of a chair, she always had to have them off the ground and crossed up in her lap. Be it one leg or two, she always said oddly compared to most everyone else. "I'm all ears..." The blonde would be quiet for now, and then bring up the matter of Sierra's shoes next. .
Party crasher, panty snatcher
Call me up if you want gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 11:18 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra watched as Andee made herself comfortable in the chair and felt a little relieved that the fairy could be so comfortable around her. Then again, there was the chance that this easy going personality was fake. The blond started talking about boys, and Sierra wondered if this really was THE topic that girls talked about...it wasn't as if she had a slew of girl friends around.
She let the girl speak before giving a softer smile. Her eyes warmed up a little more and said, "you really are a neutral one, aren't you?" It wasn't an insult and wasn't really a question meant to be answered. It was more a comforting statement. "Yes, Marty is the Beast. He and Ryan both saw my earlier predicament and helped me to my room. I wasn't expecting it either." For the younger girl, Sierra could open up slightly - the difference between her and all the other girls she knew was that Andee came to her first. Andee showed initiative, and that was worth something.
She thought about the brainwashing comment. Sierra hadn't been able to tell whether or not this "I wanna be a boy!" phase was unusually sudden or something that Pan truly believed and never stated before now. "I'd be careful on mentioning brainwashing. Magic does exist to some extent in the Academy, and I have yet to find out the details on what their magic can do." She sighed. "I would not be surprised if they had some amount of persuasion magic. It's speculation at best, but a dangerous idea to spread." If nothing else, Andee would be more perceptive to the magic users like Martin's or the Apprentice's talismans.
"As for the blackmail comment, I have been thinking of several ideas. I think a few well angled pictures and a crying girl might do the trick," she said. "What happens if you were to have a hip injury? He might have to take off your pants to see the extent of the damage. And if I happened to be there when this was happening, well I needed something for my feet. The fact that I was taking pictures would have nothing to do with it. A couple of tears and a story about an older man taking advantage of a young lady and perhaps a threat to send this story to his wife, if not the Academy...I believe we'd have him under our combined thumbs." She stopped to see Andee's reaction. "We don't have to use the excuse of a hip injury, and if you feel uncomfortable with this idea, we can come up with something else."
There was also looking into the good doctor's profile and seeing what he may be hiding. The idea she told Andee was the quickest one that they could execute and certainly had efficiency behind it. Anyone accused of rape or an adult/student relationship would cause chaos. "What ideas were you thinking of?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 11:59 pm
Slam slam, oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee rearranged her legs again, for she couldn't keep them still for long, as she listened to Sierra speak. Yeah, she caught that rhetorical question of hers. Yup, Andee was neutral. She didn't see anyone as being bad or good. Besides, only you could define yourself. You decided if what you did was with reason or not. No one could tell you that you were a bad character or a good one. That was Andee's view on it. After all, all the students were merely playing a role, like in a play. The story only lasts for so long, right?
For that precise reason, Polly shouldn't be forced to get the hormones injected in her. Andee reasoned that if the girl had been left back at home, she wouldn't have made the choice to want to be a guy. Just because she was a tomboy didn't mean that she'd ultimately decide to become a guy. Andee, on the other hand, loved her chance to play out a role that she was cast for.
Ah, so she had been right, Martin was the beast. It fit, in her opinion. He'd be all, happy to help you one time she'd see him in the day. Then, the next, he'd be all..RAWR..as put in simpler terms. Ryan? Who was Ryan? Oh, it must have been that ginger she had mentioned earlier. Hmm. She couldn't think of a character that Ryan would be. Eh, Andee figured she'd find out eventually.
Then, Sierra moved on to one of the reasons why they were there. Polly. "Pfft...I know magic exists here, Sierra. I can fly, remember?" She stated a bit teasingly. "However, I don't really know if any of the Faculty can use magic. I do know, however, that someone can be conditioned to do something. You know, like Pavlov and his dogs...Ring a bell, and there they go creating a slip 'n slide with all that drool..." Yes, a weaker mind can be influenced by stronger one. Not that Polly was weak minded in any way, but even the most stubborn of people can be worn down and broken.
Andee's eyes widened at Sierra's idea. Not because she was shocked. No, definitely not that. She actually began leaning forward in the chair. "O. M. Gee! I was totally thinking something along the lines of that. Getting some dirty dirt on the Doc. Perfect!" Andee almost scoffed when Sierra mentioned being uncomfortable with her idea. " Hon, I don't have a problem with that...I'm an actress, it's what I do. Put on a brave face, and perform my scene, being as convincing as I can be, of course." She stated with a huge smile. Great minds do think alike.
"Okay, now that we have a general idea about the Polly situation, I wanted to talk to you about your shoes..." She trailed off, waiting to see Sierra's reaction, casting a quick glance down at the Queen's bandaged feet. "I was thinking I could recreate them, except I would make the metal thinner...thus making them lighter. Pixie dust might help with the ability to pick them off....." She trailed off, hoping Sierra had caught all of that. Andee tended to speak fast when she got on a topic she was enthusiastic about. Tinkering happened to be one of those things.
Party crasher, panty snatcher
Call me up if you want gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 9:02 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 2:25 pm
Randall Tripp Kensington
“What do you want….”
The vague question was quickly filled with an explanation, one that made Randy’s eyes rolls. Sure, he sometimes requested payment for his work, but he didn’t want payment from Roxy. In fact, he had never really requested her payment. Not that she asked for help often, more often than not it was he who pushed his help on her. All without her wanting it, and thus, she grew determined to pay him back. From her demanding, thus far she has given him a small flower from the exact middle spot of the forest (much to her annoyance), a sandwich (which resulted in a ‘woman don’t have to make men sandwiches’ tirade, but she brought him one anyways), and a hoodie (which, she doesn’t know this, but he wears it every night). As one could tell, it wasn’t very often he gave in and made her pay.
“Can’t a man just help a girl for the sake of helping – not a favor, not wanting something in return; but just because he wanted to?”
Though, if this had any effect on her, Randy couldn’t tell considering her face was still determined. He let out an exasperated sigh and walked towards the nurse, hoping the few moments of her attention being elsewhere she would forget to pay him. The nurse was cleaning the Stephan’s wounds, all while saying ‘my, my’ every few moments. Even once, the lost boy noticed the lady giving Roxy a hard glare, one that caused him to grow slightly defensive. Nevertheless, after a few moments she gave the predicted conclusion, Stephan had a concussion. She then, of course, pushed them out of the room with a sharp “he’ll be fine”, and then slammed the door right behind them with a sound that seemed to say ‘and that’s that!’.
Outside the door, Randy ran his hands through his hair in a nervous sort of manner. Then, he gave an ever so slight bow before walking away, wondering if she followed him, and if so, would she still be demanding payment.
(( I know, its rather short. Sorry love))
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:26 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Polly left the Gym and headed back to her room. Hook annoyed him and he wanted to wash his face before the make up made him break out or something. The kid made it back to his room in the girls dorms and closed the door behind him. It almost seemed odd that the school would make him stay with the girls if he was going to be a man now. They would probably switch him soon enough.
The boy’s belly grumbled and he knew that he should have eaten dinner, maybe there was still time? Someone had to be in the cafeteria. The little man hurried down the hall almost running straight into Martian as he did. Actually he did run straight into Martin. Pol had been looking down and literally walked into the man, bouncing off and landing on his butt with a thud.
“Ugh. Sorry.”
Pol look up at the tall well built guy. Compared to him, he was not manly at all. Pol frowned and hoped he wasn’t angry, he wasn’t feeling up for a fight.
“Sorry, I- I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t looking…”
The kid got up and looked up at Martin… That’s what he wanted to be like… Strong, tough and cool. Pol wasn’t. Pol was short, scrappy and stubborn. That’s it.
“Are you alright? I walking into you pretty hard…”
He tried smiling, grinning widely, but it wasn’t the same, his awkwardness was clear. He was not meant to be apologizing, he was meant to be fighting, to never say sorry. But today had broken Pol. Today was just not his day.
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