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 Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:31 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
 Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith sat at her desk, laptop open, musing about her day. It wasn't a particularly social day for the Red Queen, but then again, most weren't. Her attitude on most things made most others avoid her. That didn't stop her from listening to what went on. She had prevented herself from laughing her head off at the three guys vying for Snow White's attention. The girl was going to be stuck with her Prince Charming regardless. So much for love in her case.
The Evil Queen in that story had been M.I.A for the end of the day. Probably a good thing, for the acts of the others would probably have frustrated the girl even more. More people who preferred Snow White to the Evil Queen. What an ego-boost, right? It was to be expected, or more like Lil expected it. Life sucks, then you die. That was a fact she had already learned at the age of sixteen, it was about damn time everyone else did.
Lil opened up her soda bottle and took a sip before tossing what trash she had left from her dinner away. Yes, she usually ate up in her room. She didn't socialize, so what was the point in sitting in a room full of people who stupidly believed in "Happy Ever After"'s. There were none.
She opened up a game of chess. Lilith became absorbed in playing it that she hadn't noticed the sliding glass door that led to her balcony slide open. However, when she heard the voice, she looked to see the source, unsurprised. "Oh...." She said, sounding like she was bored. "It's you, Cam...Hi...." she trailed off, paying attention to the final few moves left in the game. Within a minute she had finished, taking the king and winning of course.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked, turning in her swivel chair to face the Cheshire Cat that was sitting on the foot of her neatly made bed. She tried to act like him sitting there didn't irk her, for she knew how he liked to do so. It was doable, even though he was wrinkling her covers. Despite how much he annoyed her, she always found entertainment while he was around. Cameron and his hopeless romantic ways, it was quite amusing to Lilith.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:22 pm
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron was a bit disappointed that she hadn’t been more frightened – he may as well have marched in through the door completely visible. He repressed the trivial woe in favor of further pushing her buttons.
Cameron’s grin grew and he tilted his head to the side mockingly.
“Why, I just wanted to see you, Red!” he purred, lying on his side, rumpling the bedspread. “Because you’re just the most pleasant person to be around,” he murmured sarcastically, rolling over onto his stomach and swinging his feet in the air, draping his arms over the edge of the bed.
Despite his condescending tone, he rather enjoyed her presence – or, at least, irritating her. He didn’t feel the need to push any of the other students like he did her, mostly because the majority of them didn’t have a high horse they needed to be knocked off of. Maybe she was just an extraordinary actress, which, if that were the case, he would just have to be a phenomenal actor.
Though, he felt sympathy for her. That boy she dated in middle school was the reason why she was so resentful towards love he presumed, and he couldn’t blame him for dumping her. Not to say that she wasn’t attractive, oh no, she was very pretty. It was just that bothersome superiority complex of hers.
But that was quite alright, because he would slowly pick away at her cold exterior. They were stuck in the same fairytale for the rest of who knows how long, so he may as well keep chipping away.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:55 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith really couldn't believe that Cameron was only a year older than her. The way he acted most of the time made him seem so immature. Of course, that must have been one of the reason's why he was selected for his role. She watched as his grin grew. Great, that always meant he was up to something.
That guess was proved true when he rolled all over her bed. Well, not really, but he might as well have. Of course he wanted to see her, but only to irk her. She did her best to repress a cringe at the wrinkles over her once neatly made bed, but it wasn't that easy. Next thing she knew, he might start ripping open her feather pillows. Please, don't let him do that. It would take forever to clean up the deluge of down that would be left behind.
Most pleasant person to be around, eh? She found that rather amusing and laughed a little in response. She knew she was the furthest from pleasant most of the time. Well, at least in everyone else's opinion. To her, she was just sensible. Sensible, logical, and realistic. Yup, that was Lil.
"No, seriously, Cameron...Other than to annoy me, why did you come in to visit?" She asked, keeping her face a mask to any other emotion. "Unless I am really just that fun to bug..." Which, to the Cheshire Cat, was quite a possibility. They were such opposites that there was no way that they didn't find any amusement in the way the other believed.
He was social and loud. She was introverted and quiet. Yes, quite opposite all the way around. She'd have time to figure out why he believed in love. It was odd, especially after hearing a bit of his story. Unwanted almost all around, yet still believing in love. It didn't make sense to her, and until she figured out why, she'd tolerate him coming to bug her incessantly with his actions.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 1:57 am
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder had just finished taking a shower when he heard a knock at the door. He hesitated; who would be at his door at this late hour? This was almost certainly not a good thing. Drying himself off rapidly, the King found he had no choice but to leave his hair down. He had left his tie in his bedroom, on his desk. And it was still damp! His hair was going to be a mess tomorrow...but this might be important. Schraeder threw his towel around his waist and came out of the bathroom. He leaned against the door and looked out the peephole. Bianca? His confusion growing, Schraeder unlocked the door and pulled it open while staying behind it. He poked his head around the edge of it, chin first then hooking his jaw over the edge, and smiled slightly at Bianca. "Ah, Snow White," he said, bowing his head in mock ceremony and trying not to crack a smile. "To what do I owe this pleasure? You'll have to forgive my attire, I just stepped out of the shower." He stopped speaking and looked at her, now realizing that something was not right. Her posture, the way she didn't look him in the eyes... "Bianca?" he said, his voice soft and inquisitive. "Would you like to come in?" He opened the door a bit wider and gestured with a toss of his head.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 2:17 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron smirked as Lilith’s carefully trained nonchalant expression slipped for just a split second, hardly noticeable unless you were intending for such a reaction and were watching carefully. She would have to work on her calm façade if she were ever to make a convincing Red Queen, especially when faced with characters such as him. Though, he supposed that he was the entire reason for her slip ups with his constant jabs and prods, which he took great pride in. If anything, it was an honor to make her lose her cool, even though it was only a little bit – but he was sure that was more than enough.
Perhaps he would become her mentor of sorts and train her to keep up appearances, which would be great fun. He threaded his fingers together, resting his chin upon the makeshift bridge they created and grinned up at her whimsically as she laughed. It was a shame she didn’t do it more
often.
“No, you really are just that fun to toy with, I’m afraid,” he stated without a trace of alleged sorrow in his voice, reminding her exactly who she was dealing with. “Besides,” he added, “I haven’t graced you with my presence all day. Surely going that long without seeing my gorgeous face must be torturous,” he winked flirtatiously. He didn’t expect a reaction to his teasing antics due to her viewpoint on love and anything of the sort, though it couldn’t hurt to try and stir one up.
He thought it particularly tragic that she had given up the notion of romance at such a young age. The Academy may have skewed her standing on the matter even further, what with forcing students to be with each other based on the role they play. Though his character was not particularly destined for a relationship of any kind, he couldn’t help but hold out at least a sliver of hope that he would end up in one.
Just because his parents only felt a temporary attraction for each other, he refused to believe that was how relationships always turned out. He wanted to be better than them, determined not to end up like they did.
Though, he wasn’t entirely sure that he would have the chance to. But it was a comforting thought nonetheless.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:33 pm
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White  Bianca waited a bit nervously for the door to be answered, doing anything she could to avoid looking at Andy. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long for Stetson to open the door to his room. Though, it was done quite oddly. He had peeped his head around the corner, and from what she could tell, his hair was down and it was damp, like hers. She waited a moment to hear him speak.
Oh, that made sense. He had just taken a shower, much like herself. That would also explain why his glasses were absent, though she only noticed with her peripheral vision. At the current moment, she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes. Apparently he noticed that fact. That was something she didn't expect. She nodded her head slowly before he opened the door wider and gestured for her to come in.
It was really nice of him to let her in without much questioning, in the middle of the night, and obviously before he got dressed after his shower. Surprisingly, Bianca managed to suppress the blush that would have normally colored her cheeks. She quickly made sure that the door was closed before walking that far into the room. She didn't want Andy to try and interrupt, if he had even seen her. She hadn't noticed it, but her arms were wrapped around her in a bit of a protective manner. She didn't sit down anywhere, not sure if he'd want her to, or if she'd be staying that long. "I'm sorry..." She said a bit softly.
That phrase could have been taken as an apology for knocking on his door in the middle of the night, but it wasn't. Her gaze shifted to the ground, too ashamed to look up. She took a deep breath before beginning to explain the reason for her visit. "I wanted to tell you before he had a chance to shove it in your face...." The 'he' being Andy. Bianca figured that Stetson could easily figure out what happened by the way she was acting and what she had just said.
"I thought it would be a good way to get back at Ayden...but...I'm not cut out for spite..." The knot in her stomach was enough of a testament to that. "The only thing I can hope for is that Andy has gotten me out of his system...." She trailed off, taking another deep breath. "And, more importantly...That you can forgive me for being so stupid....I don't expect you to even like me after this...I just didn't want you to hear it from him, nor did I want to be a coward and hide 'til word spread..."
Once the last syllable had left her mouth, she looked up at him. Now that she had said her peace, she could look him in the eyes. All there was left for her to do was wait for his reaction, and leave when he asked her to do so.
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 8:06 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith knew he would have picked up on her slight flinch as he rumpled her covers. Now, that would only encourage him more. She sighed. Well, she could handle it, one way or another. Though, he did seem to like her laugh earlier. Eh, probably because it sounded off. She didn't laugh very much, so she was always out of practice. Well, that's wrong. She liked to laugh at the stupidity of others, and that was different.
It didn't seem like a bad thing to Cameron that she really was that easy and enjoyable to pick fun at. Well, he really was the only one that thought that way, that she knew of. Wait, what was this? Did he really just wink at her? Lil raised an eyebrow. Really? "Eh, I can survive without seeing your face...Done it before, and sure as hell can do it again...." She trailed off, getting up out of her chair. She stretched a moment before making her way over to her bed to sit next to the lying Cheshire Cat.
She kicked off her shoes, though it really didn't matter if she brought them up on the bed. Cam did a good enough job messing it up that she didn't need to worry about it. Regardless, it was habit, and she made herself comfortable, leaning against pillows. She picked up the novel from her nightstand and began to read. Reading was a good distraction from his antics. More like a way to hide her face from him as he tried to irk her.
No, she could easily multi-task while she read, and she couldn't focus on the book completely while he was there. True, she didn't believe in love, but she knew lust was real enough. From what she believed, every person was a testament to that. Yes, she'd had a fun time messing with a few guys since she came to Ever After, her own king being one of them. Poor guys, they never stood a chance.
"Am I boring enough, yet?" She asked, reading the same paragraph for the third time. It was only because she was so obviously aware of his presence that she couldn't focus on the words before her. Knowing him, the answer would be 'no'. Her mind always went on random tangents on wondering what he would do next to irk her. He could try and tickle her feet. Though, she was really good at ignoring the tickling sensation.
Of course, there were a multitude of things she knew he could try to bug the crap out of her. However, she didn't want to start running through the list. Instead, she lowered her book so she could peer at him through her glasses.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 9:07 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
When Bianca started speaking, Schraeder was more concerned with his lack of clothing than what she was saying, trying to edge his way back towards the bathroom or something like that. However, the more she spoke, the more his concern and confusion grew. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously, taking a step towards her. As he did so, he realized how he must appear at the moment, and immediately retreated a step. "Sorry, just one second. I'm going to put some clothes on. Sit down, if you'd like." He disappeared into his room. Quickly shedding the towel, he retrieved his pajama pants from the edge of his bed and jumped into them. He also managed to snag his glasses from his desk, though he still didn't have a shirt. The King didn't usually sleep with a shirt anyway. He came back into the sitting room and leaned against one of the doors, looking at Bianca as she sat on the couch. She had something to say, something important. Whatever it was, Schraeder had a bad feeling about it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 9:17 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. “Your words wound me, Lili,” he pointed out in mock hurt, his characteristic grin replaced by an expression equivalent to that of a kicked puppy. Of course, it didn’t linger for long, and he was back to his satirical mannerisms in a matter of seconds.
Cameron snorted in amusement, arching an eyebrow as she got out of her chair and made her way towards the bed, taking her shoes off before she lied next to him. He was vaguely aware of his own shoes - which were caked with dirt - still on his feet, and he figured it’d be more polite to get her floor dirty than her sheets, and tossed them carelessly to the ground after pulling them off. Either way, she was not going to be pleased, so it wasn’t as if he were sacrificing another opportunity to mess with her, which was just as well.
“I don’t know how I’ve lived all these years without seeing your beautiful face every day,” he remarked with a broad smile. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I could no longer bask in your glory, your highness,” he added, throwing in the formality bit to spite her.
He watched with a smirk as she picked up a book from her nightstand, shielding her face with it. Silly, he thought, did she think that it would actually serve as a proper distraction? He knew very well that she wasn’t actually reading, instead letting the cover of the novel hide any further indication that he was getting on her nerves.
Cameron paused to reposition himself, laying his head atop her legs and looked towards the book she was holding up.“On the contrary, you’re rather entertaining,” he smirked. It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do; as much as he loved his late night reading sessions, she was proving to be far more amusing.
He turned to lie on his side, his fingers walking along her leg as she peered over her book at him in another effort to tick her off. Grinning, his fingers marched across her stomach, stopping as he spoke. “Though, it is getting late. I suppose I could leave if you’ve had your fill of Cameron for the day,” he offered lightly, though he couldn’t promise that he would. He was rather comfortable right where he was, and the boy’s dorm was dreadfully far away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:00 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra mentally gaped at whatever just happened. This wasn't something she thought would happen at all. Then Martin just up and left her with Andee and Polly in the room. That alleviated some of the awkward tension in the room at least.
She turned to Polly with a strained smile. "It's fine. How is your arm?" Polly probably didn't want anyone to know about the hurt arm, but there was a reason Sierra brought it up. She wanted to know how badly it hurt (and possibly cajole Pan into seeing the nurse) and also hint at the fact that she knew the story. Now before she passed judgment on the guilty party, she wanted to know Pan's side of the story. Yes, she was helping Martin, but it didn't mean she believed he was completely innocent of the whole incident. She knew there were always two (or more) sides to a story. That was the problem with hotheads; they never waited or planned things in advance.
She momentarily glanced at Andee to see what the blond would do. Sierra preferred for the fairy to stay, but if the blond went after the beast, she could understand that as well. Although Andee's lack of significant anger surprised the Wicked Queen, she felt certain that Andee would still want to trade angry words with Martin. Or perhaps they would talk about the shoe project.
She was starting to remember why she didn't like dealing with people. But that was okay - it would be worth it in the end.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:06 pm
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White Bianca appreciated his show of concern, but it just made her feel even more like crap. So, in a small way, she was grateful that he had excused himself to get dressed. It would give her time to work on keeping that small bit of her courage intact. Awkwardly, she walked over to the couch he was referring to and sat, pulling one leg up to rest on the other.
Her foot shook in a nervous habit. She was also trying her hardest not to get too comfortable, for she was sure she wasn't staying long once he processed what she had said. She thought it would be longer before he came back, giving her a chance to calm some of those nerves, but no such luck. He came back out dressed. Well, half dressed, but she wasn't going to complain. It was his room after all.
As she noted his gaze upon her, the knot in her stomach tightened. Apparently she'd have to explain again. Great. She inhaled what seemed like the millionth deep breath for the evening before she spoke again. "You were right and I am sorry I didn't listen to you...." She started off. Once she started going again, it would spill out fast, though. Mainly because she just wanted it to be over with.
"Andy did come to my room...I was willing...only to spite Ayden, it was a stupid decision...I regret it...I wanted to let you know before Andy's big mouth could..." That came out in a blur, like she knew it would. "I know you probably hate me...I don't blame you....I would too..." She stood after saying this, knowing that she'd probably be asked to leave. "I just wanted you to know...from me so I wouldn't be a coward...So you wouldn't hear it from him first....So you knew that I regret it so much because I really like you...and I just screwed the whole thing up....So I'll go now and save you the trouble of asking me to do so...."
With that, she started making her way to the door, casting one quick glance at him before directing her gaze to the ground. .
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:22 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder's mouth quirked in anger when she said that Andy had appeared in her room - he had known it would happen, hadn't he? - but he soon stopped caring about that. What had she just told him? That Andy had entered her room and she had...just gone along with it? She had given herself up to him? She had willingly given her body over to the disgusting rat that was rapidly moving up from a thorn in Schraeder's side to quite the annoying enemy. This was...it was absolutely terrible! The King clenched his teeth, and for the first time in his life, Stetson Schraeder was unsure of how to proceed; what he wanted, what he should do, any of it. But Bianca was leaving. She had said she would let herself out before he asked. But if she left...he wouldn't have the answers he needed! His fear over being left without an answer outweighed his confusion and what might turn into anger with her. "Wait," he said, his voice calm. "Don't leave yet." He stepped softly past her and leaned his back against the door, his gaze down at the ground. The King had never failed to look someone in the eyes, though, so he forced himself to turn his gaze to hers. She saw his hurt and betrayed feelings before he pushed them away, behind his usual mask of calm, cool kingship. "Why?" he asked, trying not to let his confusion seep into his voice. He needed answers from her. "Why would you do that? You know how I feel about him - about what he already did to you! How am I - how can you - bear the idea that he'll be going around and telling all his friends about it?" Schraeder looked away and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and avoiding looking at Bianca. He needed her to start talking.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 6:32 am
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N The sound of footsteps down the hall made Andy's head turn, only to see Bianca walking towards him. She wore sweatpants and a baggy shirt, not cute. The street rat frowned and got up as she walked right past him! Not even saying a word, b***h. The girl stood outside of Stetson's door and the more Andy contemplated this the more he started to panic.
Stetson would kill him... The man would literally try to end his life for what he had done. Andy left the flowers in front of Eph's door and as soon as Stetson's door opened and Bianca was let in, Andy walked over to the man's closed door and slipped the handful on rose thorns underneath it. If the man had thorns in his feet he would be slower.
Andy glanced around but then decided that the best idea was really to put his hear to the door and listen in on their conversation. ... Bianca regretted sleeping with him? Why?! And Stetson didn't even sound angry. That's good at least. Now he wouldn't have to go and hide or a week.
The more Andy heard the more he realized that these people hated him. Bianca spoke like she hadn't even enjoyed their time together in the slightest. This disappointing him. He frowned but continued to listen in... Maybe it would change. Maybe she was just kidding or she was going to talk about how good he was a little bit later... Andy prided himself on the skills he had with women, if she said something that didn't go along with what he thought it would be a pretty low blow.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:30 am
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith knew she hadn't really hurt his feelings with her words. She had known him for over a year now, and he knew how she worked. Just as she knew how he worked. Also, his faked expression didn't bother her. The fact that it didn't last long just proved that it wasn't genuine. Though she was a bit thankful to the Cat. He didn't wipe his dirty shoes all over her covers, instead he tossed them on her floor. Eh, she needed to vacuum anyways. Yes, the dirt did bug her, but it was better than the other alternative.
Wow, her beautiful face? He was really laying them on thick. Lilith knew she wasn't the prettiest girl around, and didn't have an issue with it. Though, she did make do with what she was born with. As for basking in her glory, he could do so all he wanted, as long as he was tolerable. Her gaze returned to her book. It was only for a moment, though, just to note the page she was on. Once the number was stored in her brain, she closed the book and sat it back down. There was no way she could be productive with him around.
She had easily ignored the weight on her legs due to his head resting on them. Of course he'd find her entertaining. It was just the same for her. He was rather entertaining and made it hard to ignore him. A challenge that she always accepted, but not always won. She noted that he had rolled over on his side, making his fingers 'walk' up her leg.
They didn't stop on their journey until they reached her stomach. That was only due to the fact he had to stop to speak. She knew he wouldn't leave that easily, despite his words. She plucked his hand off of her torso gingerly before moving it over the empty space on her comforter. Just as quickly, she dropped it, letting his hand fall to the bed without a second glance. "You can stay if you'll be a good little kitty, and quit meowing. I've got things I have to do, believe it or not..."
There, she gave in a bit. He could stay...but he would have to give in too. It was only right. Honestly, Lilith could have gone all 'Red Queen' on him and made things go her way. After all 'all the ways about here belong to me', or so the Red Queen had said in her tale. "Oh, and by the way, it's 'Your Majesty' not 'Your Highness...." Though she knew that with this correction, he'd probably find a way to try and irritate her more.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:12 am
You’re so fine
I want you mine
You’re so delicious
I think about you
All the time
You're so addictive
Don’t you know
What I can do
To make you feel alright
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee did her best not to stand up and make her way over to Pan to slap him silly. Polly always had a way of interrupting things. Things were just going to get interesting. As it was, she did sigh and slump in her chair as Martin left. He was interesting to say the least. She might have been able to talk to him more if Polly hadn't busted in through the window.
Though, in the back of her mind, she was glad that he did end up leaving. Mainly because she didn't want to have to intervene so quickly between the two. If Pan hadn't been scared stiff and caught off guard, he would have definitely lunged and started the crap all over again.
The thought of going after Martin crossed Andee's mind. However, she thought she was needed more in Sierra's room. Also, she could make sure that Polly didn't try and go after Martin herself. She noticed that Sierra had cast a quick glance her way. Yup, that decided it. She was needed here. She turned her own gaze back at her Peter Pan. Why was one little person so much of a hassle? Not like Andee had any room to talk herself, but at least she didn't go looking for fights she couldn't win.
"Pan...Start using your brain..." She stated simply before sticking her tongue out at Polly. Her actions and expressions would make anyone believe that she was just joking when she said that. Actually, she was quite serious, but she didn't need Pan getting upset with her at the moment. So, she just used her wonderful acting ability to make it go over easier.
"Though, your entrance was not entirely surprising...Your character was always a creeper. Oh well, at least he waited until the girl was asleep to come creeping in..." With that she smirked, really joking that time. "So, what exactly went down between you two?" Her tone filled with a natural curiosity. Pan probably wouldn't notice the lack of anger towards her due to the fact that Andee's emotions changed so quickly. Actually, it was more like she was able to brush them off. She was upset with Polly still, but now wasn't the time to be angry. So, she wasn't.
Don’t pretend
I think you know
I’m damn precious
And hell yeah
I’m the mother ******** princess
I can tell you like me too
And you know I’m right
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