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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:53 am
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 was startled when she heard him ask her not to leave yet. She should have known that it wouldn't be that easy. He even went and leaned up the door, blocking her exit. It wasn't like she could go out the window and leave. She was no acrobat. She was only good at climbing trees, balconies would be new territory. Bianca thought she might be able to, but she'd rather not risk it in the middle of the night.
Instead of going to sit back down, she backed up a few steps and stood directly across from him. She couldn't ignore the flash of emotion she saw on his face. That look alone made her feel as if she had been punched in the gut. How could she have done that to him? A few tears escaped her eyes before she could bring up the courage to answer his questions. It also gave her time to honestly reflect on her choice.
No, she wasn't going to blame it on the medication the school gave her, for that would be taking the easy way out. That also wasn't the real reason. It had helped, but it wasn't the real reason. "I did it to throughly piss Ayden off....." She started, her voice quiet and steady. "He hit you earlier...Totally unjustified, only because he knew that I liked you, and it appeared that you felt the same way..." She wouldn't say that he liked her, for all she knew, that had just gone out with the trash. No longer applicable. "Then, I find out at dinner that he's dating Bridge."
She was sure that Stetson would know who she was talking about. "So, naturally, I was upset that he was being such a hypocrite. He could go out with a baddie and I couldn't...Not that I think you're a bad guy...No, not at all...It's just the principle..." She stated, reaching one arm up to wipe at her eyes. "Andy came in, and I realized something....Why can't I do what the hell I want? Why do I have to be the sweet and innocent little girl who goes by all the rules and never has any real fun...I went through with it because I could finally have something to show that I'm not going to be that way anymore...I hate it...However, I didn't pay attention to one important fact...That by doing so, I'd probably lose any shot I ever had with you..." With that said, she took a calming breath.
"He wasn't even that good...I felt empty when it was all said and done...That's probably because it didn't mean anything to me...but I can't go back an change it now....The consequences I can deal with. He can go tell his friends all he want's...." She stated, honestly not caring if he did. "If he does, I can have one good retort...which could ruin him...." She stated. He'd lose his reputation most likely if word got out. "That would be that he couldn't even make me have an orgasm...." She said the last bit quieter than the rest, mainly because she was pretty sure he didn't want to hear that, though, she was sure he would have asked what her retort would be in the first place. .
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: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:04 pm
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron grinned as she closed her book, meaning he’d won. She couldn’t possibly accomplish reading more than a paragraph while she was in his presence. It was a waste of time, and she knew better than to continue letting the seconds tick by without producing something.
He watched as she delicately removed his hand from her stomach and dropped it to the bed without a second thought. Low blow, Lil, low blow.
He fixed his gaze on her, curious as to exactly what relationship they held. He would gladly consider her a friend if the feelings were mutual, but if not, he could just as easily deem her as his best acquaintance. Though, after trying to worm his way into her life for well over a year, he would like to think that he was of a higher regard than a mere associate. His eyes lit up once he realized she had cracked and said he could stay, as long as he behaved.
Which, actually, may not be such an easy task. However, the proposition of staying here and being a good boy held much more appeal than walking back to the blue dorm and having to get comfortable all over again when he was perfectly content right where he was. It was insanity, really. As mad as his character may be, he figured he’d let this chance to remain faithful to the Cheshire Cat slip by. He didn’t particularly mind missing it.
“You’re the best, Queenie.” he grinned. “But I’m sure you were already aware of that,” he chided derisively. What was that? She did, indeed, have a life and had to tend to what were surely important tasks? Unheard of. Cameron bit his tongue in a menial attempt to keep himself in check; she could easily kick him out if he didn’t live up to his end of the compromise. Though, he couldn’t help himself with the next comment.
“Oh, pardon me, your Majesty. Please, forgive my foolish mistake,” he pleaded dramatically. “I am but an imprudent cat; I cannot possibly be expected to know the correct terminology,”
He ran his thumb and forefinger in a zipping motion across his grinning lips before he could be further reprimanded to indicate that he would be a good kitty. For now. Perhaps.
Cameron sat up and crossed his legs, stretching his arms above his head and yawned before he put his hands in his lap. Yes, he’d said he’d be quiet, but keeping your mouth shut and going through one’s belongings are two completely different matters entirely. He leaned over and plucked the closest book from her bookcase, glancing at the title and raised an eyebrow. “Psychology of the Human Mind…” Figures. Lilith wasn’t one for silly tales that ended pleasantly. Despite his lack of enthusiasm towards the subject – he knew plenty about getting into one’s head as it was, after all, he didn’t need a silly book to explain it to him – he cracked it open anyway, reclaiming his spot at her feet where, he pondered in amusement, he probably belonged.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:51 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 ignored the grin that came across his face when she had sat her book down. She had actually made up having things to do as an excuse to see if he would leave. She struck out on that one. Oh well, she'd find something to do. Though, it was kinda adorkable when his eyes lit up when she said he could stay. It was beyond her as to why he'd endure her presence for so long. Most others wouldn't. Strike that, no one else did.
Which made her think. That meant she really didn't have friends. Well, Cam could count as one. But that was up to him. She usually shied away from friendships. Mainly due to how the last best friend she had had stabbed her in the back, figuratively of course. No emotional ties to anyone was really the best option. Less hassle, less chance for hurt.
Cam was the only person she allowed to call her 'Queenie'. He certainly took advantage of that privilege. "Yes, I was..." She answered simply as she got up and started to rummage through her drawers for a suitable pair of pajamas. She just rolled her eyes at him while he went about 'apologizing'. Expected to know the terminology. Yes, that was expected of him. He spent enough time bugging her to know better.
She noted, when she turned to look at him again, that he had 'zipped' his lips. Good. Maybe she'd get some peace for a while. She went into her bathroom to change quickly. It didn't take long, and by the time she came back out, he had a book in his hands. Ah, one of her psych books. She could tell due to all the little post-it flags that were sticking out of it.
Huh. She didn't think he could be enjoying that much. Too bad she didn't have a book he'd like. Wait a minute. She just might. Without another word, she turned and headed into her closet. She knew exactly where it would be, for she had intentionally hid it away so she couldn't see it. On the wire shelf, way in the back, was a book her mom had sent her last year. She nearly chucked the book away as soon as she read the description. It wasn't her style at all. The book had been written by that author that wrote the Princess Diaries.
Yeah, definitely not her type of book at all. Lil managed to reach up on tip toe and snag the dusty volume off the shelf, though she managed to hit her head on the wall in the process. The noise would alert Cameron, but it didn't hurt for more than a moment. Once it was grasped in her hand, she made her way out of the closet and tossed the book over to her bed, landing right next to his hand.
"You can have it..."All American Girl' By Meg Cabot. A waste of a gift from my mother. Well, not a complete waste...It's your's now..." And with that, she went over and picked up his shoes, and then hers. She walked over to her door and placed them neatly by it. Once that was done, she went back to her bed and pulled up the covers. She managed to slide under them, despite him laying on top of them. Once comfortable, she picked her book up once again, and hoped to get the chance to read further.
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 12:57 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
To piss Ayden off? Schraeder was almost floored by what Bianca had to say. Yes, Schraeder hated the man. Punching him in the face had been absolutely unforgivable and he was glad, just for a second, that Bianca had wanted to help him get back at the prissy f** of a prince. But what she had done was terrible, and Schraeder was having a very difficult time trying to wrap his head around it. He objectively accepted the fact that Bianca had had sex with Andy; it happened, he knew that. But that it had happened tonight, after everything that had happened today, and everything Schraeder had done for Bianca...it was almost more than he could handle. When she finished speaking, though, Schraeder couldn't help snorting softly in laughter. She was ashamed of that fact, for some reason, but it was wildly entertaining to Schraeder that the rat was so incompetent. What else was to be expected, anyway? "I...see," he said, at a loss for words. "Well, um. I appreciate that you came and told me first. I really do. And I like what you're doing with your attitude, and how you wanted to get back at that prissy boy Ayden. I just..." He sighed heavily. "I don't know, Bianca. What am I supposed to do here?" He looked up at her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 1:36 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 understood why he laughed at her last statement. Who would have thought, right? It was true too. It was more like Andy was concerned about himself than her, and let's face it, that wasn't out of the ordinary. Plus, with her struck off his list, he might leave her alone. That would be a good thing for the both of them. She couldn't care less about him, and to think, she had tried to save his life earlier.
She was a bit glad that he had appreciated that she came and told him first. Wait, he liked what she was doing with her attitude? Well, that was probably the only thing he could like about her at the current moment. Though, she was a bit shocked that he asked her what he was supposed to do. To that, she had a simple answer. "I don't know. You have to decide that for yourself. I've had enough of people telling me what to do, personally...So, I won't do that to anyone else...." She answered simply, running a hand through her drying bangs.
"I already said that I would understand if you never wanted to see me again. I would learn to deal with it. It was really shitty of me to do this, after all you did for me, but I can't go back and change it now..." She added, crossing her legs while standing. "Regardless of your choice, I can live with myself knowing that I had the guts to tell you in person. That's saying something..." For Bianca very rarely like to be involved in confrontation, whether it be peaceful and quiet or loud and angry.
She sighed, mentally scolding herself. She didn't want to come across as if this was no big deal. It was a big deal, and the first step to changing herself, making herself more comfortable in her own skin. "Plus, I won't ever let it happen again..." That she would hold true to. Bianca kept her word, plus, the next time she would be intimate like that would be with a guy she actually liked and had been either dating for a while or had gotten married too. That definitely wasn't going to be Ayden either. "And this school is no longer going to tell me who I can be with or who I'm ending up with...They have no right to do so...Don't you think?" It was more of a rhetorical question, but she'd let him think on what he was going to do about this whole thing. She was certain she would be leaving soon.
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: Sun Feb 27, 2011 1:48 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron regarded Lilith with a curious glance as she got up to root through her drawer for her pajamas. He snorted. Things to do, indeed. She’d probably tried to use that as a diversion to get him to leave, but no such luck. She was going to be stuck with him all night. The grin returned to his face; the Red Queen certainly was not one to socialize with others like he was. She wasn’t terribly popular, considering she wouldn’t give most the time of day.
Which meant that she held a much higher regard for him than anyone else, and his relentless pestering had paid off. He no longer needed to wonder where he stood with her – just her putting up with him was enough to signify that they were friends, and he supposed that the same was true vice versa; no one else seemed to want to deal with Lil aside from him. The fact that he was the only one she allowed to use endearments when addressing her only solidified his theory.
He smirked to himself as she agreed that she was indeed the best. Her lack of humbleness was admirable, as it should be. She was of royalty, after all – or, at least, the role she was fit to play was. He curled up at the foot of the bed as she went to change, flipping through the pages of her psychology book in hopes of finding something at least remotely interesting. Unfortunately, as he suspected, there was none to be found. So much for that idea.
He turned his head towards Lilith’s closet as he heard a banging sound, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. What in the world was she doing back there? She emerged with a book in her hand and a reddened mark on her forehead. He winced at the sight of it, sitting up again. “Are you alright?”
Cameron didn’t expect anything short of a “No, I’m fine,” from her, and it wasn’t like she was gushing blood or anything, but he thought it was of common decency to ask. He got up and pecked the wound lightly and smiled brightly. “All better!” he announced, looking down towards the book she was offering him before he could see her reaction.
“Aww, for me?” he gushed mockingly, taking it and studied the cover before looking back up at her and grinned. Hopefully it would provide more entertainment than her psychology book. “Thanks!”
He hopped back on to the bed, gingerly reaching over and putting the psychology book back into its rightful place on her bookshelf. He sprawled out on the side of the bed opposite of where Lilith had previously laid, lying on his stomach, his feet swinging in the air as he opened All American Girl to the first page.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 2:14 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 hadn't taken his statement of her being the best in arrogance. No, it was true in it's own regards. She was the best Lilith Cosette Petran there was, and it was true. So, her head wasn't too big for her shoulders. Now, she was surprised that Cam actually got up to see if she was alright. Why would he do that? It wasn't that big of a deal. She just bumped her head.
As if that wasn't enough of a shock, he had actually kissed the red mark on her forehead. She was actually glad that he had grabbed the book in a rush. Mainly because she was trying not to look at him as if he were a foreigner with ways different than her own. Stunned, she just turned her attention back to her book. Before too long, she had gone back to normal, absorbing herself into her murder mystery novel.
Mysteries were the best to read. No romance and they made you think. She always did her best to figure it out before she got to the end. She barely noted that he had placed her book back in its rightful spot, repressing a small smile from appearing on her face. Though, he had made himself comfortable lying next to her, she rolled over, facing her night stand. That way she was able to rest her head against her pillow and read. Far more comfortable than hunching over the book sitting up.
Idly she wondered if he liked the book. If he did, it was a good thing she kept it. Her mother tried, really she did, but they didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. Ever since her parents divorced, she found out that her mom was incapable of raising her. So, Lil raised herself. She taught herself how to cook, do laundry, etc. In the meantime, her mom foolishly believed she'd find somebody to love. They argued time and time, Lil winning most, about how she was going about things. It was an odd relationship to say the least.
However, her mom probably had some peace now that she was gone. From what she understood, she was already engaged. Good for her, but when it ended in divorce, Lil would have a hard time refraining from saying 'I told you so..'.
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 2:46 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
The King nodded. "I guess you're right. It's not like I'm good at taking advice anyway." He smirked to himself. "I'll just have to decide on my own, won't I?" He stepped away from the door and leaned on the wall beside it. He sagged a little, his usual unbendable posture seeming absent. Schraeder closed his eyes for a few seconds before he nodded and stepped away from the wall and towards Bianca. Moving quickly, he bent a little so they were on the same level and planted a soft kiss on her lips before she could say anything. "I'll sleep on it," he said, his face still close to hers. "I honestly don't know which way things will go at this point, but at least now we have that." With a small smile, he stepped past her and left the doorway available for her to leave. His mind and his heart were both racing, and he felt like he wouldn't be able to contain a blush for much longer, but at least now he was behind her. She wouldn't be able to see. He headed towards his room, unaware of the rose thorns that were outside of his door and the street rat that would undoubtedly be feeling pretty useless right now.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 4:10 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Chesire Cat. Cameron looked at her strangely when she hesitated before she sat down. He had failed to consider exactly how his display of affection may have affected her, but he easily shrugged it off. She’d get over it in due time; he was right, of course, and she laid down beside him, delving into the pages of her book almost as eagerly as he had – he was already on the second chapter.
He returned his attention to the print on the page in front of him, propping his head up by leaning it against his arm. As he made to turn the page, Lilith begun to readjust herself and he caught a glimpse of a trace of a smile before she turned her face away from him to read her book in a more comfortable position.
Cameron pulled his best puppy pout, his legs pausing in their continuous swinging. “Am I really that repulsive?” he inquired innocently, tilting his head. Though it was all an act and she knew better than to take him seriously when he was supposedly upset, he wondered if perhaps he had managed to infuriate the Queen. But, if that were so, she would have demanded he take his leave, right? He doubted she was mad, probably more surprised than anything, seeing as how he was a tad more reluctant to be as bold with her as he usually was with others and she hadn’t gotten the chance to get used to it. But just a tad.
He disregarded his book in favor of her answer, placing his hand on the page so as to not lose his place. Another speculation that he had been mulling over spilled from his lips before he could even stop to think about it.
“Why do you put up with me, anyway? Why don’t you blow me off like everyone else?” his faked sadness and usual sardonic composure were both replaced by genuine interest, a fleeting thought of ‘curiosity killed the cat’ passing through his mind. No matter; satisfaction brought it back.
It was rather interesting – why socialize with the one person that annoyed you the most? It may be because she didn’t want to reach out to others for fear of losing them, and instead only interacted with those that dared reach out to her, but that was cowardly. Pain was inevitable; he’d learned that long ago when Skyler died. He was the most important person to him in his entire life, and he had to give him up far sooner than he would have liked. And yet, here he was, socializing with people left and right. He accepted the fact that he’d get hurt, and he was more than willing to do so.
But Lilith’s reasons for being so reclusive were still questionable.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 5:46 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 thought his answer was a good one. Sure, she still wanted him to like her, but she wouldn't say that. No, she wanted him to be free of her hopes so he could make his own decision. No matter how much she hated the fact, he had every right to sever any emotions towards her. She only had herself to blame, so, she'd deal with it. Time to be a big girl.
She noted that he had moved away from in front of the door, but, he was still by the door. A moment later, he had closed his eyes, in thought, no doubt. When he nodded, it seemed as if he had decided something, but she didn't know what he had decided, or what it even was about. So, there was a logical reason as to why she froze as he approached her. He was going to say something to her, probably. Before she knew it, he had leaned down and placed his lips on hers.
It felt as if her heart rose in her chest. There was a little hope. However, she would have to wait til tomorrow. Bianca didn't care to hide the blush that quickly filled her cheeks. He was right, though. Regardless of how things turned out, they at least had that. She was a bit saddened when he walked past her and back towards his room. That was her cue to leave, though he hadn't really asked her to do so. Funny, that was one thing she had expected the whole time, and she was wrong.
Bianca made her way to the door, proud of herself for admitting what she had done. So this was what it felt like to have a spine. Hmm. She reached for the handle and opened it quickly. To her surprise, she nearly had a person fall upon her. Andy? "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked in a dangerously low tone. Her eyes were narrow slits, the happy spark they had just had in them now extinguished.
No, there was no way for Aladdin to explain himself out of this. The little rat had been eavesdropping. There was only one good thing out of that, he got to hear how lousy he was. Bianca's jaw was clenched and she was gripping the door knob terribly tight. There was quite a possibility that he would run. Before he could, though, she reached up and grabbed his ear, folding the top over to meet the bottom. Her step-mom had said that that was the only way to lead a jack-a** around. Bianca never thought she'd have use for that information, but she suddenly found herself a bit grateful for that tidbit. "Stetson...do you like eavesdroppers?" She asked, loud enough for him to hear. No matter how Andy struggled, she did her best to keep her hold on his ear. She knew how much it hurt, having had her step-mom apply it to her before.
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: Sun Feb 27, 2011 6:05 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 hadn't expected Cameron to make a statement on her simply turning over. "Hmm..." She mumbled before looking over her shoulder at him. "No, you're not...It's just more comfortable to read this way...Plus, more light..." She said, referring to the desk lamp that resided on her nightstand. She knew he hadn't been serious, she just wanted to explain her reason behind turning. Not that she had to, for she was sure he could have figured that out on his own.
It was quiet for only a minute or so when another question came from him. Really, now...Hadn't she asked him to behave himself? Well, at least the question was interesting enough. So, she'd do her best to answer him. You see, she never really put too much thought into the reason why she tolerated him, only accepting that she did.
Plus, the genuine interest he had when he asked the question made her want to answer him. It wasn't very often she got to see him be completely serious. "Well, though I do find you completely irritating most of the time..." She trailed off, a slight, very slight, hint of teasing was in her tone. "..you are an enigma, a mystery." She completed. It was true, though, to her, he was a mystery. "I'm a sucker for mysteries, especially good ones, such as yourself." It was somewhat of a compliment.
"I know some details of your past, knowing that for the most part, you've had it worse than myself. Yet, you cling on to the impossible idea that is love...You have all the right in the world not to do so. Despite that fact, you believe in it....It puzzles me so." She admitted, not ashamed. Lilith would figure him out some day. Maybe. "I'm just trying to figure out the 'why' of the whole thing."
He knew why, now she was just waiting for his reaction. Cam had just as much of a reason to wonder why the way she was the way she was. She also wouldn't be surprised if he asked her soon. She'd probably explain easily enough. Though, they were such opposites, he probably wouldn't understand completely where she was coming from. However, he had his answer as to why she tolerated him.
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 6:07 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Couldn't even make her ORGASM? Andy felt hurt and betrayed. He had so... Hadn't he? The street rat bit his bottom lip and ran thought his memory of the evening in his mind.... She hadn't helped at all... Bianca was a pretty horrible lay. She had acted like she was hardly interested at all and that just really turned him off, he didn't want to force her to do anything extra let alone Orgasm. The boy leaned forward onto the door even more to hear Stetson's voice get quieter, he must be walking back into the room and further from the door.
There were a few moment's of silence before the door fell open and Andy stumbled a couple steps into the room. The kid gasped and fell onto his knees. He looked foolish and his shirt was still open and his cheeks still lightly flushed.
"I- But! There's no way..."
The boy hurried to get to his feet and he started to turn to run but OUCH. Bianca snagged his ear and bent it down as hard as her cold little hand could. The kid gasped audibly and reached up to try and get her hand off of his ear, he tilted his head at a completely ninety degree angle.
"Ah! Bianca! Ouww! S-Stop it!"
The ear twisty thing really hurt and he struggled like a wounded animal, unable to do much to get her to let go. It really was an unfair fight. He couldn't hit her, she was a girl but this hurt sooo bad!
"Please! Ah, Owww."
Our hero was trapped like a beaver and all this was before it even registered that he was in Stetson's room... s**t! The boy would kill him, he would Beat his almost to his death then let him live only so that he could beat him again! Andy felt the tears sting his eyes and he continued his hopeless struggle.
"Bee! Oww. Y-you know what!? Ah, Y-you were theee worst lay I've E-Ever Had! Ahhh."
He tried to use words to wound her and make her let go, his head ached and he felt like she was going to tear off his poor little ear.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 6:26 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder was smiling to himself as he went into his room and closed the door. He was in the process of taking off his glasses when he heard Bianca speak from the other room. Unsure of what she said, Schraeder could have sworn he heard the word "Eavesdropper," something that bothered the King greatly. He opened the door and stepped out into his sitting room to find Andy Ends being led around by the ear. Bianca was violently twisting it and it made Schraeder cringe just to see, though he smiled from ear to ear. "What have we here?" he asked, his voice deadly and soft. He walked slowly towards Andy, enjoying the fear that he could see in the rat's face as he approached. He came very close to Andy and bent so that they were face to face, very close. "Our situations are reversed now, aren't they?" he purred evilly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Now, what should I do to you now that your... friend, the Sorcerer, isn't here to keep me from tearing you apart?" He slapped Andy in the face lightly, enjoying his moment of power. "Well, urchin? What do you have to say for yourself? I've got quite a bit of built-up aggression towards you right now, so how you respond might determine whether or not I kill you here and now." He cracked his knuckles and smiled.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 6:49 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 felt a bit smug at the fact that she had managed to catch him before he could run off. No, it was about time he faced his consequences. Or, at least she thought so. She did her best to repress a giggle. His whining was quite funny, especially since all she was doing was holding on to his ear. She managed to pull a little bit, and he followed, not wanting more pain. So, she was able to close the door.
Now, she could be wrong, but she personally didn't want to wake up everyone else that was sleeping peacefully with Andy's whining. Bee? Why did he call her that? It was a horrible nickname. She cringed when she heard it come from Andy's lips. Though, the last part of that sentence made her scoff. What else did he expect. "Like I care, Andy...What else would you expect from a Virgin?" She asked rhetorically. "At least I have an excuse. What about you?"
Yes, that entire statement was made to be spiteful, just as his had been. Before she knew it, Stetson had joined them, his voice just as scary calm as hers had been a moment ago. Wait, what? The situation's reversed? What was he talking about? The Sorcerer? Huh? Could that be Ephriam? The Sorcerer's Apprentice?
Something had happened that she didn't know about. No, the rumors hadn't reached her ears at dinner. Despite that, Bianca was smart enough to figure it out. That must have been why Andy was sitting in front of Ephriam's door...With roses....The color faded from her face. Her grip didn't loosen, no, but she was a bit out of it for a moment.
She didn't flinch when Andy was slapped gently in the face, not having noticed actually. It took her a moment to snap back to reality. Personally, she was a bit glad that she hadn't released her grip on Andy's ear. Well, maybe more than a bit, and that shocked her. No, Bianca wasn't normally one for violence. .
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: Sun Feb 27, 2011 7:01 pm
oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N As Stetson's face got closer to his Andy glared but it was the slap that made him flinch. When Stetson mentioned Eph the kid couldn't help but wish the boy would appear and save him from this horrible event. Ephraim was probably sleeping though.
Andy sucked his cheeks in and looked Stetson square in the eye. What did he have to say for himself?... The street rat spit in Stetson's face and cracked a devilish smirk. He wouldn't do balls in front of the girl. Bianca had to have feeling for him, he was her first, she would keep Stetson from inflicting any real damage.
"Get the ******** out of my face a** Hat."
When Bianca said that she shouldn't be expected to be any good because she was a virgin he scoffed and struggled all the more. Being a virgin didn't make any of the other girls suck, they still tried. She didn't even look him in the eye or tell him what she wanted. No, Bianca was a lousy screw.
"Bianca b-being a virgin didn't make you horrible, being a prudent b***h did."
Andy was in pain and scared for his life, he couldn't help it if he was a bit insulting. The kid glared at Stetson and dared him to try anything... He wouldn't. There was no way.
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