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 Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:08 pm
Van Russel didn't catch much of the interaction, he was mor preoccupied with picking a washer - one that wasn't right next to Courtney's seat, but definitely close enough for her to look up and see what he was doing.
First, he unwound the bloody scarf from his neck, and tossed it in the washer. Then, he shrugged out of his lightweight jacket, double checking the pockets for anything. Some money was in there, so he pulled that out. In went the jacket, and Can Russel tucked the money in the rear pocket of his jeans. He picked his left pocket, so that when he reached back, Courtney might be able to see that there were in fact blood splatters on his shirt (one of those t-shirts with stupid sayings on them, this one said 'I have a vocabulary in excess of 75,00 words, and I'm not afraid to use it'). And then, he began to take off his shirt.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:12 pm
Unable to see Russo in her peripheral vision, Courtney looked up and nearly choked. Russo was taking off his shirt?! What the hell?! There was blood on it though... the manner in which h removed it was almost as if he knew she was watching him! That little...
Turning pink, she quickly averted her gaze to her book before he saw her gaping like a fish.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:30 pm
((Mwahaha, it's wooooorking.))
Van Russel, after making a show of taking his shirt off slowly, casually flicked it into the washer. He couldn't exactly chuck his pants in there too, although the thought crossed his mind. But at least this was enough for a small load.
He paid the machine and started it, and only then did he turn around, quietly walk to where Courtney was sitting, and sat next her. He was a skinny guy, with bony shoulders and a prominent collar bone. He didn't work out or play sports, so he didn't have much in the way of muscle. That didn't detract from his looks, though. When he wasn't beat up, he was still had a cute face.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He hadn't noticed until now, with these particular chairs, but there was a pain in his back. Van Russel reached over his shoulder to feel his back, and his hand told him that the skin was hot.
"Courtney, is there a red mark on my back?" If there was, that meant his suspicion was right, he probably got scuffed up when he fell on the bricks. And, Courtney would have to look at his back... Hehehe...
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:33 pm
Courtney made sure her face was a mask of sarcasm before looking at his back. He wasn't much to look at, which did help a little. "Yeah, why?" she asked, her voice acidic. "Is that another thing that 'Just happens to you'?" With a sniff, she forced herself to look back at her book.
Still without looking at him, she asked: "Does that hurt much? Would you like me to heal it?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:46 pm
Oh, so she was STILL going to be sarcastic? "No," Van Russel shot back. "I want you to take our book, crack me over the head with it, drag my body out the back and throw me in the dumpster."
He sat back, against the protests of his back. "After all, can't have you expending your precious energy on me now, can we? You have to save it for finishing your book... which I'm sure you've read three times already, cover-to-cover." He grinned.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:53 pm
"You know what, Casanova? That is an excellent idea!" she said, raising the book threateningly in his direction. "I will do it!" she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
He was playing with her, and she knew it. So why not play back? Despite her inherently nerdy exterior, she'd had a few boyfriends there wasn't much to it. "Alright," she said in a gentle tone, "I'll heal you!" She placed his hand up at the base of his neck, and ran her fingers gently down his spine. She then slowly spread out her fingers, pressing her palm into his back. She murmured the incantation, and the wound quickly faded, however, she left her hand there a few moments longer than nesesary.
She pulled her hand away slowly, and shrugged coyly before turning back to her book, a satisfied smile on her face. Two could play at his game!
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:15 pm
((Hehe... I'm going to give Deena a brief introduction here. Sorry to interrupt))
Deena looked up at the school ahead of her, her eyes tilting over to the laundromat first. She nodded as she looked at it, deciding it would be better to get a feel for the surrounding area before she took up her position as the new Headmistress of the school, and teacher of advanced courses. She hadn't been there more than once, and hadn't bumped into any students before. She didn't get all that dirty, but she would still have to do her laundry somewhere. Magic wasn't quite perfect enough to fix everything.
She tucked the map into one of her trench coat's many pockets, her hand pausing slightly over the pocket containing her tarot cards. One of them was pulsating... the Wheel of Fortune card. That usually meant that someone with a power similar to that of the card was around, the demon contained within would get agitated. She used her powers to stop the pulsation, in the event someone around was sensitive to them. She pushed the glasses up with her middle finger, she didn't want anyone to know who she was yet. She doubted anyone knew the school was getting a new Headmistress yet.
She stepped into the laundromat, her eyes analyzing every part of the room. Her ears took in every sound, her nose every scent. "Interesting..." she said, rolling her eyes as she looked at the student without a shirt on. A few subtle clues on his person told him he was a student, namely his age and the fact that he wasn't at all uncomfortable standing in the middle of the laundromat without his clothes on. She shook her head, checking the prices and everything for when she would have to spend when she was living so close to the school, making mental notes.
Her trench coat was partially open like always, but she'd been planning to change her shirt when she got to the school. She was wearing a slightly more form fitting shirt than she normally would. It wasn't that obvious, but to anyone looking closely it would. Granted, anyone who did would feel something that felt like a needle hit between their eyes. The Rapier hung from her waist, and from the fact that people were giving it several looks, weapons weren't all that familiar in the place.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:38 pm
"Ack! No! Wai - what?" Van Russel cringed when he saw Courtney raise the book, and he automatically brought his arm up in from of him. He did NOT want a repeat of earlier today.
Of course, he was surprised when she said she would heal him. And then, when she touched him, there was that thralling feeling again. Hell, if he had to take a book to the head every time he wanted this, he gladly would!
He snorted, and looked away after she went back to reading her book. Damn her. She knew the rules of the game! The chase was on.
He was sitting like that, his back slightly to Courtney, watching his washer, when a woman with a rapier walked into the Laundromat. Well, no, that wasn't strange at all, now was it? No, but... Van Russel thought she was pretty. This older woman had quite the figure, in his opinion.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:05 pm
Courtney was intent on her book, and didn't notice the woman walk in. She hummed softly to herself as she read, drumming her fingers on her leg.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:30 pm
Deena turned, her eyes resting on some little pervert that was checking her out. She tapped her hand on a drier for a moment, before her hand darted down to the rapier, absorbing just a little of its energy. She formed a small needle with the energy, looking at it for a moment. She looked at the prices and how busy it seemed to be before flicking the needle at the pervert, aiming to hit him directly between the eyes. She turned back to the exit, pushing up her glasses with her middle finger.
She looked at the clock on the wall, her class started in an hour, she would have to get there fairly quickly, if she was going to see her office and change first. She ran a hand through her hair for a moment and sighed. It'd been a long trip, and she needed to go soon. She looked back at the pervert before turning and walking back out, leaving him with the needle of energy. It wouldn't get stuck on him if it hit, but it would still smart.
She drew the deck of cards from her pocket, pulling off the top card without looking at it. "The Chariot," she said, the card glowing as she held it up, "Upright." The card was indeed the one she'd said, and she felt the energy flow through her. She started walking towards the school, the power of the card causing her to move at extreme speed towards the school.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 2:41 pm
"Ow!" Van Russel flinched and smacked himself in the forehead - something had stung him while he was ogling the woman who came in. Smacking himself, he instinctively decided, would somehow dispel the pain.
It worked, sort of. It also made him look rather silly, and left a faint red handprint on his forehead.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 3:24 pm
Melody Atrum was lost...Horribly, horribly lost. She gave a little defeated sigh. She could see the tower ahead of her, however, finding a way to reach it was proving to be a little more then she could handle at the moment. She had been attending for a few years now. Melody should have known this town very well for as often as the brunette became lost in it. Perhaps she would become lucky? Unlikely. The honey-eyed slip of a teen was not well known for her good fortune.
Her knee length black skirt moved with the light breeze. She felt a bit warm in her sweater, (which was the same shade as the skirt.) However, she would not remove it for a lighter shirt. The turtle neck being the only thing to adequately hide the scars on her arms and torso from questioning glances. Melody didn't want anyone to be troubled of her account.
She didn't like the somber colors too much though...they just hid bloodstains the best. To make her outfits seem more fun and cheerful, she wore interesting and brightly colored tights. Today's were bright yellow with lime colored polka dots. The ribbons in her hair were the same shade of green to match.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 7:24 pm
Eli Raymond Anthonys hummed slightly as he walked from town to the school. He had a worn-looking messenger bag hanging from one shoulder and a book (probably second-hand, judging by the wear) held at eye-level. He wore a pair of glasses that glinted lightly as he passed patches of sunlight between trees on this well-worn path leading from town to the Tower.
As he walked, he saw a girl ahead of him--one he soon recognized as a student. He couldn't quite remember her name at first, as he was still too far to figure out who she was, but he quickly recalled her as Melody... something. She got lost often on the way back to the school. Coming up to her, he said kindly. "Good afternoon, Melody. Are you lost?" He resisted the urge to jokingly add in 'again' to the end of his statement, as he didn't want to offend her.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 7:42 am
A bright flash of Silver appeared before the massive building. 'The Tower' Zero smiled, a dazzling action that would draw the attention of anyone nearby. His silver eyes looked around, and his purple sparks shot around with fervor inside of his eyes. He began to walk to the front door. His stride showed his lithe, sleek, predatory style. It told the tale of how he was never the hunted. Merely the hunter. He observed everything around him, taking in his surroundings. He noted entrances, exits, Magical hot spots, LifeWeb openings, Dimensional portals. Everything that his Sight would allow him to see. He noted every person he saw, and debated whether they were Human or not. Student or not. As he reached the front door, he knocked. Though he obviously didn't put any effort forward, the knock was quite loud. He then waited to see if anyone would answer, or if he would simply have to invite himself in.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 11:48 am
She let out a small "Eep!" Jumping in surprise at the unexpected voice. Placing a hand on her chest, she turned and let out a relieved breath at a familiar face. They weren't friends, more akin to acquaintances actually. The male was just someone she happened to know from class. Still, it didn't keep her from giving him a bright, (if somewhat embarrassed,) smile.
"Ah...I-I'm afraid so professer." The brunette shook her head apologetically. "I..I don't s-suppose I could b-bother you for directions?" She faltered a little. She had such a poor memory for names and places it seemed. Melody didn't want to offend.
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