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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:26 am
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
"Hmm? Oh, no," he said, trying to not appear concerned about Bianca. "I just meant, you know. In general." He scooped some more food into his mouth and chewed for a while. "Marcel," he said, still looking into his food, "tell me what you honestly think of this place. If it were as bad as it might seem, then I have a feeling that you wouldn't be here anymore. What's keeping you around?" In Schraeder's experience, knowledge was power and it gave one an advantage. As such, he was constantly curious, even if his questions had nothing to do with anything at the moment. One never knew what might come in handy. He might not use it against Marcel; in fact, odds were good that he never would. But knowing things was always helpful. As he waited for Marcel to answer, he took the time to look around. There was Bianca, still with Ayden. After the Prince had foolishly punched Schraeder in the face, it had been difficult to even think of him without wanting to kill him; added to the fact that he was still taking Bianca away from him, it was nearly unbearable. Schraeder looked away. Hood, Flagg, and Roxy were still with the nurse, presumably. A pity - he would have liked to know what happened. No, wait...there they were now. Well, Roxy and Randy anyway. Looked like they were done and eating. Since no one else interested him, Schraeder split his attention between Marcel (and his answer to the question) and his food, which was actually pretty good.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:25 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  "Sure...." The word was a drawl as he slanted a glance in the King's direction. The quarter turn of his lips a disbelieving smirk that only compounded the fact that he didn't believe a word the other had just said. But like the true gentleman that he was...he didn't mention it. He would save it for later as a bit of teasing material.
As Stetson formed a question toward him his first inclination was to evade it on principal, which he did, " Its a fairytale place full of wonder and splendor. Why else would I be here?"
It came out idly. The thick sarcasm that followed closely behind it making it obvious that he thought no such thing. And the single raised brow a mocking gesture of its own if the other dared to believe such nonsense. But the words that came behind such a statement held no hidden meaning. No matter how vague, or as revealing as the case may be, that phrasing its self may have been, "I'm here because there was no better options."
That was true enough. Before he had come to the school he had been living on what common sense and determination had given him. Which no matter how great his intellect may be and no matter how stubborn he became, wasn't that much at some times. He refused to fall into some family that claimed to care about him. He refused to live a half empty life that was left to him if he went back where he had come. And he refused...to give up once he had made a decision.
He had come here because he had thought it was a better option. He knew when his next meal would be. He knew where he would sleep every night. He didn't have to think about who was plotting against whom and what that meant to him. At least not beyond the petty arguments that he had come to think of when to came to school life. It was just....the better option.
Thinking to turn the conversation away from him before his rapidly deflating mood could become too obvious Marcel asked a question of his own, "What about you? I'm sure you have a reason that you're still staying here beyond Ms. Lily White."
The name that he had called Bianca came out blandly. Not quite a insult and clearly not meant to be one. She just seemed like a female of the 'softer' sort. The fairytale princess that matched this place perfectly. Or at least from his view she did.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 1:29 pm
[It is with great joy that we induct "Ever After Academy" into the Level 3- for a second time. Congratulations, folks!]
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:06 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder looked sidelong at Marcel when he sarcastically stated that it was a magical place, etc. He kept his face carefully neutral, but it was very hard not to laugh. Some people were well-suited to sarcasm, and it was that twist of dryness and non-humor that did it. Ah well. Then Marcel continued, and for Schraeder everything about Marcel seemed to fall into place. They had lived a similar life, it appeared, except that Schraeder had taken pride in turning his existence into exactly what he wanted it to be, by whatever means. Swallowing his food, he said, "Care to talk any more about that?" He continued to eat while he waited in silence, until he heard the next question. He paused for a moment before lightly putting down his fork and wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin. He looked Marcel in the eyes without any apparent emotion at all and did a sort of half-smile smirk type deal. "Yes, there are reasons for me to be here. None of which are connected to Ms. Lily White." He ran a hand up his face until it reached his eye, which he rubbed absently. "No, Snow White has nothing to do with why I came, or why I remain. She's just a very nice reason to add to my list." He took another bite. "Food's not too bad either." He smiled roguishly over his food; it was apparent that he wouldn't likely be sharing his reasons with Marcel at this point.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 8:48 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ || ‘Care to talk anymore about that?’
“Hmm…?” As he gave a small sip to the last of his dark brew a thoughtful hum came to his lips. Deeply contemplating, even as he knew the answer to the other male’s question, “ Not without the helpful aid of spikes being driven through my skull. But thanks for the heart to heart.”
Care and share wasn’t his thing. It was too gushy for his liking and too boring besides. He wasn’t from what others would call the ‘best’ background. He never made any attempts to hide that fact even if he could. But he wasn’t going to just spill everything about himself to someone who was a complete stranger before today. Or to people that he knew beyond that for that matter. There were things that he hadn’t even told Sierra yet. Things…that he would probably never say. And if he had it his way she would never find out.
People didn’t need to know of the Marcel of the past. What really mattered was what he was now. The past was the past. And to constantly drudge it up at every turn would be like reading the same chapter over and over and again; repetitive and annoying.
The mood had changed ever so slightly with Marcel’s other comment. Subtle enough that most wouldn’t know it but Marcel saw it if only because he recognized the tone of the feeling. Stetson was annoyed. Must have been that comment about Bianca. Or even then about his question on why he was still here. Draining the last of his coffee and setting it to the side Marcel let out a inaudible sigh of content, “ And the coffee is definitely a plus.”
The comment was more of a peace offering than anything else. A statement that wasn’t on the same par as his usual biting sarcasm and was more to move the topic into something less volatile than anything else. Believe it or not he hadn’t even meant to call Bianca that. It had been a small act made to lash out when he wasn’t completely comfortable with the subject matter. The question before that only a attempt to turn the tables on the other male.
And it was....wrong. He knew it was. Even if he didn't say it out right.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 7:22 pm
 
The question wasn’t a surprising one, and despite how much Bridgett liked the idea, she decided that she shouldn’t. Therefore, she pushed off the boy’s arms that were only just placed on her shoulders and looked into his eyes, trying to remember his name.
“James… I’m sorry, but I’m in a monogamous relationship right now.”
Then, the boy’s jaw dropped – actually dropped – which made Bridgett giggle. Yet, the entertainment only lasted a moment and she grabbed her Peter Pan book and walked towards the main desk where she went through the procedure to check the book out. The librarian had an ‘again?’ look on her face, but the reader just shrugged and walked out. It was time to find her boyfriend.
The walk down the halls was a tad more uncomfortable than normal. For once, she was noticing all the stares, and knowing there was nothing to do about them. She had to act normal and stay out of the limelight. This was not a practice she was used to, and she wasn’t completely convince she could survive. ‘But, it’s for Andy…’
The thought brought her to her senses, and she skipped on to the cafeteria, and found Ayden sitting across Bianca. She walked by quickly, and heard the last bit of the conversation before planting herself in it. Ayden looked actually pleased she had intervened.
“Ohh, Movie Night. That’d be awesome!” She grabbed Ayden’s hand in a protective sort of way, not that she was protective, but she wanted Bianca to think so. Then, she turned her attention to her lover in a very girl friend-y way. “What cha think, it’d be almost like a double date!” The idea of date was something that brought Ayden on edge, but he played it off perfectly, much to Bridgett’s delight. He may have been a guy, but he wasn’t clueless.
“Oh, yeah… Bridgett and I are together…” Even more to the witch’s joy, he said it slow like it was an embarrassing, yet happy truth. Even ending it with a small smile that iced the cake.
“Took him long enough to ask me, but that’s besides the point, we have to watch a movie! Umm, after your dancing classes” She looked at Ayden, then at Bianca with a smile as if she was confirming everything they said. Then, she sat silently, looking very girlfriend-y and trying not to show she was slightly repulsed by the idea. Nonetheless, she was a great actor, as was Ayden.
(I’m sure you all have noticed, but my writing sucks lately! I don’t know when or how ima cure this writer’s block, but it’s quite bad.)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 9:58 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra waved her hand as if to blow away the conversation. "Honestly, I thought pixie dust was just a story you told to others and both you and Polly had your magic stored in you or on you like a talisman of some sort." She pursed her lips as if to pout. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have not believed magic to be real. I am not fond of the vagueness of magic. I much prefer logic and science." Which was strictly true. She did not like not being able to understand something. Physics? Made sense. Chemistry? Logical. Magic? What caused it and how did it occur? How did you even suppress that power into a pendant or make it in powdered form? She'd need to look into that, but that would be a goal for later on in the week. Quite seriously, if she had not seen it happen (and made absolute sure that nothing could have interfered with said "magic"), she'd have called it a clever ploy to fool idiots.
But alas, it was real and that was a bit of a blow to her logic-based mind. That was not a very happy moment when she realized who had it and the potential consequences of those people having it. What about those (like her) who didn't have any sort of defense? Being bullied by magic users drunk on power was definitely an obstacle that she'd learned to avoid, but Sierra had never felt that it was safe to teach hormonal, highly emotional teenage brats.
Ah. Andee was now chattering very fast over a topic Sierra had wanted to avoid. She almost grimaced in front of the blond. "Thinner metal might help, but it's not so much the weight that's the issue but the rough edges on the inside of the boots that is the problem." It was both, but if she could only fix one problem with the blasted shoes, she'd prefer smoothing out the insides. "There's also the fact that these are 'traditional' and should not be changed in any way. If my predecessors could wear these same training shoes, then surely I must be able to," she ended sarcastically. "If you can make them look exactly like these do, then we could probably pull it off. If not, I would be pleased by simply ridding away the jagged edges."
Sierra was quite positive the teacher wasn't actually supposed to force Sierra to dance like that today. It was blatant cruelty, and the school was usually fair in its punishments and classes. She hadn't been sure if it was the Evil Queen or the young girl herself that the teacher hated so much. All she knew was that it was not fair - she was pretty sure that the only reason why she even got the next day off was because if Sierra couldn't walk at all, the teacher would have gotten in a lot of trouble. As is...at most it would be a slap on the wrist if they found out. If anyone told them. But no. It would not happen because that teacher didn't hurt anyone else; a teacher's word versus a student's? The teacher would win.
But for Andee's case, there would be TWO students. A witness - someone who would bring the topic up to the school and whose word would count as proof. That could not be denied by the school.
She gave a slight smile. "I appreciate your input and thank you for kindness. I would also appreciate your discretion...including Polly." Looking back on the day, Sierra couldn't really remember why she thought she would be able to get along with the girl/boy. She had wanted to, but Polly was quite rash...and (s)he'd said things that had hurt Sierra. The teen decided being a shadow friend was probably the best course of action; she certainly disagreed with the decision turning a perfectly lovely girl into a boy. But to share conversations and not snap at each other? Hard to say...
Yes, Sierra Van Tassell could hold a grudge over the smallest things.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:44 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin narrowed his eyes in a dangerous manner. The chick ought to be worried, this was the face of an angry "I'm going to throw you down the hall" Martin. But then he laughed. "There you go, much better." This anger Pan had gave her/him the confidence boost (or so the body language gave off) needed to pull off being a guy. Oh it wasn't like you had to be constantly peeved all the time to be a man, but confidence was definitely an important key to becoming one. "See? When you're pissed enough, it no longer matters what's between your legs and THAT will make it much harder to peg whether you're a chick or not."
Now he wouldn't mind giving a few pointers out. The little brat was a bit amusing and would certainly be more amusing to irritate. And if the brat tried to pick a fight, he'd drop kick Pan to China (after laughing his butt off). "See ya later," he smirked as he unblocked the path. As he left, he ruffled the girl's short hair. "Good luck with all that."
Well that was fun, but now he was a bit bored. And hungry. Oh come on, he was a growing boy and growing boys needed food, okay? He stretched his arms behind his head as he walked towards the cafeteria again and picked up a slice of cake. God Almighty, the food was amazing here (not that he had much to compare to back home).
Hah! Never a dull moment around these parts eh? Bianca, Ayden, and Bridge were talking about a movie. And if he heard right, Bridge was either interested in Ayden as more than a friend or they were already hooking up. Which seemed hilariously stupid since Ayden had the hots for Bianca and this would only push her towards Schraeder. Kids were stupid, but at least this was going to be a funny stupid. Or a soap opera stupid. Oh God, please let this be a funny stupid because soap opera stupid made him want to chuck the TV out the window. Jenna was not to be made fun of. The girl was down enough; what she needed was a wake up call and the insertion of a backbone. No more of that "oh woe is me" crap.
He smirked as he saw Schraeder. Idiot. The boy radiated arrogance and thought he was all that. He didn't mind it too much; the boy was almost a challenge with a sword and that was something to brag about. But when he dared laugh at Sierra? Ohhh that boy was never going to get out of Sierra's black list. Watching Sierra get her feathers ruffled was fun, so Martin supposed he could let this keep going. And honestly, he wanted to see what the girl would do to tear this boy apart. It wasn't as satisfying as watching the boy be beaten black and blue, but it was bound to be interesting all the same. He could probably give the queen a run for her money when it came to manipulation...exciting match! Not as good as a fight, but still - he knew he wasn't good at that mind messing, but he could catch enough of the byplay to stay entertained.
Then he looked at the partner. Oh. Speak of the Devil (and that was NOT meant to be a pun!), there was Martin's problem. He gave a two fingered salute to Marcel and Schraeder and a smirk before sitting down at his own table.
He half-hoped no one would notice his subtle change, and half-hoped they would and try to pull something on him. He was itching for a fight...but Belissa would get disappointed and Sierra would roll her eyes and call him a "testosterone-filled neanderthal." Oh fine. He'd wait for someone to try something. Maybe. After this, he was probably returning to Sierra's room and bullying her into telling him what she did to get her feet ruined like that. Yeah she could be a bit of a snobby stuck up bi--woman, but she had to have done something insanely terrible to get that kind of punishment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 4:34 am
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
The annoyance made Pol bold. He had glared at him, messed up his hair, insulted his masculinity. Martin would pay. The kid followed him into the cafeteria and though the food line, getting a almond granola bar and stickling it in his back pocket. When he sat down at the table with Ayden, B, and Bridge, Pan took a seat right across the table from the beast. He might look like a power house but he had weakness... And Pol had none.
After a few moments of science Pol spoke up. His voice clear and calculated.
"You can't insult me, or threaten me Martin. I'll beat you to a pulp and have your remains strewn across the grounds for the crows to eat. I'll Throw YOU down the hall."
The small boy was completely serious. He was sick and tired of today and didn't take kindly to threats. Pan knew he could beat this guy in a fight, he would just choke him out. But the boy didn't want to fight him if he was willing to apologize. The things the beast said had really hurt his feelings.
"I will not be threatened or insulted AssHat."
Pan put his hands on the edge of the table and tensed his leg muscles, ready to leap into the air at a moment's notice. It might have looked like he was provoking the Beast, but that meat head was really the one who had messed with him first.
"That's right, I'm not going to just take those insults. So don't even try it man."
Peter Leaned forward just a little and never took his eyes off of the Beast. If the man was going to attack him he would see it coming.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 10:27 am
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes ❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅  Bianca wasn't completely surprised at Bridgett's appearance at Ayden's side, they were best friends after all. However, it wasn't long until she was completely shocked. Between the hand holding and the suggestion of a double date. What really completely fazed her was Ayden saying that he and Bridge were together. Bianca actually dropped her fork. It landed with a small clatter amongst the greens of her salad.
There was no blush coming as a reaction to her dropping her fork, but on her face was a dazed expression. Bianca had to run the whole scene through her mind a couple of times to throughly process the words that had been said. It took her a moment to think of something to say. "You guys are kidding, right?" She asked, incredulous tone evident in her words.
You couldn't blame Bianca for her disbelief. After all, Bridge was the supposed girlfriend here. With her ways, and lack of really even trying to keep a single man all to herself, there was a definite cause for skepticism in their words. However, the more Bianca thought about it, the better the whole thing seemed. A small smile grew on her face due to her realization. "Wow...Well then, that's great..." She said it and she meant it.
After all, now that Ayden was dating a baddie, he couldn't be a hypocrite and say she shouldn't go out with Stetson. Their recent relationship was a gift to her, but honestly, she thought Ayden could do better. Not that she'd ever say that aloud to anyone, but it was her opinion on the matter. Bridgett was pretty and all, and that wasn't why, it was because of her reputation. Despite being the evil sea witch and being the school slut, Bridgett was quite nice at times. Maybe she was trying to change the way others saw her.
Well, either way, she could completely care less. In a way, she was free, and she wasn't going to question the why's or how's. "And, if you don't mind, I'd like to go to the movies with Stetson alone, now that you two are together.." She added with another smile. Finally, she started eating on her salad. Things could only get better, right?
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: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:13 am
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 listened to Sierra's reasonings about their ability to fly and pixie dust. To be completely honest, she wasn't completely sure how that worked, but back in her freshman year, she had been given an explanation about the concept of how it worked. Doing her best to remember what exactly she had been told about it all, she prepared herself to explain it to Sierra.
"Yeah, the whole pixie dust thing is kinda sketchy. All I know is that Pan doesn't need it to fly. However, if he needs to get someone else to fly, in order for the extra person to be able to fly on their own, he needs pixie dust. Pixie dust in itself is kinda like a talisman. Like, in some odd way it emanates from, well, the best way to explain it is that it's kinda like in the new Tinkerbell movies that Disney has made, where it comes from this gem like thingy...Anywho, All of the faeries have their own supply, and we can only use so much every so often...Yup, we're rationed...." After all, there were plenty of faeries Never Land in the original novel.
Ah, now, Sierra was doubting her skills. What did she think Andee meant by 'duplicating' the shoes. Despite the fact that Andee dreaded her first shop class at Ever After, she came to find that she was a natural tinker. Andee reached down and grabbed her bag. Well, it was her purse, but it was rather big, so it could be called a bag. Anywho, she picked it up and opened it, finding what she was looking for quite quickly. She pulled out a velvet pouch and handed it to Sierra. Inside it was a hand mirror that she had finished up in one of her classes earlier that day.
"Open it..." She stated briefly before beginning to explain. "I wasn't too thrilled about all the shop type classes I'd have to take here, however, I found that I am quite awesome at making things. Better than any of the guys in there. Of course I would make them as comfortable as possible, for the whole reason for shoes is to be either pretty or comfortable. If they aren't pretty, they'd better be comfortable. Well, that's just my opinion. Anywho, you have an example of my work in your hands....." She trailed off, letting the girl examine the hand mirror. "You can have it..." She added with a smile, being completely serious. "It's probably better than the one in your story, it doesn't talk back" She stated with a laugh.
Even if Sierra rejected the gift, Andee would leave it in the room. Sierra deserved something to remind her of how pretty she was. Personally, Andee didn't think that Bianca was prettier than Sierra. They were both equally beautiful in their own ways. Bianca in a bright and sunshiny way, Sierra in a darker way, but Andee couldn't quite explain it. That thought aside, Andee was determined to help Sierra.
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: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:45 am
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin thought he'd been sitting alone at his table, but apparently not. Pan decided to follow him and talk big. Their table wasn't too far away from where Snow White, her Prince, and the Sea Witch were eating so if anything was said, those three would definitely be able to hear it. "Dude. What did I say to you that was untrue? You're still a girl aren't you?" Did he still have feminine (albeit small) boobs? Probably. Was he lacking something down below? Yes. Therefore, a girl. And the earlier reactions only emphasized that (even if he wanted to be recognized as a boy).
While a little impressed by the pup's anger, it was decidedly stupid. "Here's some more advice," he said with a dangerous glare in his eye. "You can't take me on. Period. I have fought lots of fights and know when to back down," not that he'd ever really backed down from a fight - that was Marty, "and if you're not afraid, then you're an idiot."
Then Pol had the gall to lean in and that flipped the switch. He stood up quickly and grabbed the shirt and held him at a slight distance. What, he didn't want to get spit in the face or hit while he held Pan down. He tightened the shirt and brought it up a little so that Pan was on his tiptoes and the shirt bunched up at the neck was tightening. "Now listen here, you little shithead. Back the <********> off or I swear to you on all that you consider holy I will mess your s**t up." He nearly yelled this so everyone would hear him in the room. Something that had been pounded into him by Sierra was the need to give a loud warning (some crap about planning and not getting in trouble - what did he care). He let go with a push and hoped to see the little twerp fall on his butt, but it didn't happen. That was probably due to his flying ability.
Ohhhh joy. Little Pan did not listen to his kind warning. If he said something, the Beast hadn't heard it right then as he watched a punch fly straight at him. Okay. Martin was just going to have to keep his promise.
He hated breaking promises, you know?
So as the punch got close to him, he grabbed the arm and twisted it (and the boy) so that Pan was feeling a lot of pain running down that arm. Better yet, the boy wouldn't be able to move from this position. Martin was also pretty sure there was going to be a bruise pattern that fit his hand where he was gripping her arm. That was not going to be enough. Letting the kid off with something that light? Just a strained arm? Definitely not enough. So he dislocated the arm he controlled. He did not let go of the arm as he watched the crowd in the cafeteria. The look in his eyes got the point across. He was still as dangerous as before and you did not want to mess with him.
He let go after that moment and stepped back with his arms down. Pan might have been a decent fighter, but all it took to lose a fight was to get one good blow in. "Come after me again and I'll break your bones. I'm letting you off with a light warning because you're new to all this." He left the cafeteria slowly. Once he was in the empty hall, he let out a sigh and left towards Sierra's room.
He was muttering lots of creative combinations and well known cusses as he walked. He just did something stupid. People were probably going to ask about it. Marty wouldn't know and start to wonder what was happening. Then the smart people might guess this was a roid rage and pass the word. Then the really smart people might wonder if it was something else...and whether they'd pass along that kind of rumor could destroy Marty.
Belissa might be able to help, but he hadn't seen her at all today. Sierra. She loved plotting and crap like that. She'd help him with this. God loved him today; Marty being friends with Sierra was going to definitely be helpful after this.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:15 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
When Martin grabbed the front of his shirt Pol struggled and basically stopped listening to a word that came out of the big hunk of meat's head. His shirt was getting tight around his neck and he gasped when the man finely let go. That was a mistake, letting him go after getting him angry. Pan had no ability to just let him get away with that kind of harassment. The little boy threw a right hook and it almost landed square with the man's jaw when... He caught it! He just grabed his fist and with one twist, turned the boy around with his arm bent backwards behind him.
Peter gasped and leaned forward a little to protect his arm from any damage, then he felt the beast twisting his fragile limb.
"No! St- AHH!"
His scream was high and he broke into a cold sweat when he felt his arm pop. The giant lumbering a** dropped his arm and said something but Pol couldn't hear him, his ears were ringing and his shoulder felt like it was on fire. Poll could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks what she couldn't feel was her knees giving out from under her. It wasn't until she was on the cafeteria floor that she found out she had fallen. Her left hand went to her shoulder but when she grabbed it a white hot wave of pain hit her and she was momentarily blind. A sob erupted from her throat and He let his good arm fall back against the cool tile floor.
Pan was having a rough day and this was just the icing on the cake. He would have to get Martin back for this, he would pay big time. Pan held grudges, and he knew people who could help him... Randy would help... That guy owed him one.
Pan wasn't thinking about revenge as he lay crumpled on the floor of the large cafeteria, he wasn't thinking about Martin, he was thinking only about how much pain he was in, and how he could make it stop. There seemed to be no way, nothing to make the fire in his shoulder go out. Peter looked around the the closest people were Bianca, and Ayden and some other people he knew them... but not well enough to remember their names right then.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:51 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l When Sierra pulled out the mirror, she waited momentarily for Andee to explain. This probably wasn't meant to be some kind of mean-hearted trick. Fortunately for the two girls, the explanation was enough and Sierra's anger ebbed away.
Instead of looking at her reflection, she turned the mirror to the back and stared at the intricate detail. "This is wonderful." That firmly put to rest any doubt Sierra had on the fairy's talent on recreating the boots. "Andee, have you ever thought about taking this talent and making money off of it? I'm positive you could make a pretty penny." It wouldn't be hard to get her started using the nearby town - give them a percentage, and let them sell Andee's stuff for her...
She looked up at the blond and shook her head gently. "Thank you for the gift, but I couldn't possibly take it." It wasn't that she didn't like the mirror. Sierra just didn't like mirrors in general. It only emphasized that she wasn't pretty enough. She wasn't good enough. Sierra wasn't ever good enough...
She gave a smile at last quip Andee had and said, "Yes indeed. It's not exactly the kindest mirror in the world." She put the mirror back in the bag and handed it back to Andee. "Forgive me for doubting your work. I see that I was wrong to do so." She tilted her head and attempted to change the subject quite obviously. "So when would you like to 'persuade' the good doctor that giving Polly testosterone would not be in his best interest?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:07 pm
 
The slight recollection of the movie brought a twinge of jealousy and nervousness Ayden didn’t want. Much rather, he wanted to go over to Bianca and kiss her then and there, give her the all or nothing, and walk away to leave her thinking of an answer. Nonetheless, that wouldn’t come, and the prince satisfied himself in the most unfulfilling way by tossing around the leafs of his salad. Then, munched on a wilting piece as if it was salvation. Salvation would come, but it was anywhere but here and on any day but this. The skip of a blonde approaching them reminded Ayden of that in a painful way.
With the bright smile she always wore, Bridgett invited herself with a bell laugh. He felt a rush of relief, and looked at the girl as she oozed with confidence. She proved this even more by grabbing his hand. He peered down at it, hating the girl and loving her all in one mix. He had to tell Bianca, which was the whole reason behind the fake love affair, but he couldn’t help hating it.
“Oh, yeah… Bridgett and I are together…”
He admitted it with hesitance he felt, but ended it was a smile that was fake. He didn’t need a response though, since the sound of a fork falling pierced through him, loud enough to break his eardrums. It caused him to shift in his seat uncomfortably. Bridgett gave him a side look, with a slight eye roll, then scooted closer. She giggled out a phrase that seemed to glow, and went on with making plans. Obviously, Bianca wanted nothing of that.
She seemed grateful that Ayden was taken, the rushed in with a suggestion that left the boy burning with jealousy. Did she really intend to go just with Stetson? Bridgett’s eyes seemed to burn a little, but the lad was the only one to notice, and she teased in a very girly sort of way.
“Man B, you’re no fun. Nonetheless, I’m sure Ayden and I can find something else to do…”
The something else had enough suggestibility to make Ayden gag, that is if he wasn’t playing the role of the boyfriend. Thus, he kept the act on by nodding in agreement, knowing that if he spoke his voice would fool them. He then took another, more eager bite into his food. He kept going like that for awhile, taking some food while Bridgett giggled and attempted at conversation.
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