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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:54 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan's eyes widened and he literally couldn't look away as the young man got out of the tub and stepped right in front of him, RIGHT THERE. He was dripping wet and the image of the boy's bare skin burned into Ryan's mind. He was soon covered in a red blush and his mouth dropped open, about to say something but no words came out. Hood walked away saying something about a towel and Ryan's head rush nearly made him pass out. He closed his mouth and his eyes followed the boy out to his room where he wrapped a towel around his waist and slumped onto the bed. Ryan didn't get up until his sister walked out after him and the boy was still very silent. Maybe he shouldn't be here.
He sat down on a chair near the window, letting his attention drift out to the grounds where he saw though the rain that it was still raining.... and that was about it. Marty was out there, in the woods or someplace... Avoiding him. The thought made Ryan shiver and the jolt of sexual tension he had received from the sight of Hood's wet person was erased and replaced by a feeling of sadness and loss. The man on the bed spoke of needing more pills and Ryan glanced at his sister shaking his head.
"Don't give him any more, it'll make him sicker."
She probably knew that but he was just reminding her. After all. It's hard to argue with a drugged up naked outlaw when it's raining out and you sometimes find him dashing.
"Unless that's what you want. I don't know."
The redhead shrugged and when back to looking out the sliding glass door at what he hoped he would see but knew he wouldn't. His friend would not return. He wouldn't come back for some time if he ever did.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:14 pm
S t e p h e n
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Robin~Hood "No, Rox, Rox Roxie, Rox... Come 'ere."
The boy waved for the red head to come closer and waited until she was with in arms reach so that he could reach out and take hold of her wrist pulling her close. He grinned up at her and winked. She asked if he really needed more pills more right now.... And he did, but he would rather have her be close to him. Really close with her cute butt and soft skin.
"Come H-ee-eere."
He pulled her even closer and sat up, putting his lips to her's where he kissed her, his free hand reaching up to touch her neck. He grinned into the kiss and pulled her onto the bed. The girl was really cute and he had always wanted to kiss her. But he never had the ability to, but right now it seemed like a great idea.
"Rox.... Your pretty."
He let go of her and leaned back again, gazing up at the woman with a slight drugged glaze over his eyes. He was obviously out of it still but with it enough to know what he was doing.
"Sooo pretty."
He laughed and reached up again to play with her hair. It was red, not Red red, but orange brown soft ginger shinny red. He liked it... A lot, he really liked it. His hand moved slowly and he bit his bottom lip as he watched the hair on his hand as well as the girl's pale but pretty face.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 8:04 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾  Roxy listened to her brother's advice. Yeah, she wasn't planning on bringing Stephen any more medicine at the moment. He was flying sky high as it was. Plus, if she brought him the meds, it'd make things worse (as per her knowledgeable brother), and she caused him to be in the situation in the first place. She didn't want to amplify Stephen's troubles.
She did, however, raise an eyebrow at Ryan's shrugging. He must have still been preoccupied with his thoughts about Marty. She frowned a moment, and begun to make her way towards him, when suddenly Stephen called out to her. Roxy looked at Hood a moment. He was waving for her to come closer. She momentarily bit her lip. She couldn't help both at the moment. However, she didn't know what else to do for Ryan, so she redirected her feet to carry her closer towards Stephen.
"Yes?" She asked, a bit confused. Before she knew it, he had grasped her wrist and pulled her closer. He soon sat up and once again pulled her closer to him. The next thing the redhead knew was that Stephen was kissing her. That was something her brain had an issue with processing. Though, it was hard to keep her brain on track. One of his hands was caressing her neck, the other pulled her onto the bed. There was no fighting the tint to her cheeks. She was embarrassed, and surprised, and she was also a bit happy.
It all ended rather quickly, and she heard Stephen telling her that she was pretty. Well, this was certainly a major turn of events. Compared to the night before, he was being downright nice to her, but he was also heavily medicated. So, Roxy figured there was a link between the two. Stephen had laid back down and let her go, and that was when she remembered that he was wearing only a towel. Her face nearly matched her hair at that recollection.
While he began playing with her hair, she stared off in a daze of sorts. What in the world was going on? She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it after a moment. She couldn't say something to Stephen, she was too tongue tied to go into much detail with him. "I've got to go...I'm sorry..." Roxy said quickly, addressing both of the guys before standing up and darting out of the room. It was just too much for her to comprehend at the current moment.
Roxy didn't know exactly where her feet were taking her, but she caught sight of a familiar figure she hadn't seen all day. Randy. Crap, she hoped he didn't spot her and ask her anything. So, she tried to act as invisible as she could. Not an easy task for a six foot, bright red haired, female.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 5:06 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  Where was Marcel located throughout all this nonsense in the halls of the academy?
Happily skipping classes on the edge of the school’s grounds, that’s where. And he had to say that he was greatly content where he was for the most part. Truthfully it was somewhat....wet outside. It was pouring heavily upon EverAfter Academy. The heaven's shook with a wrath that could only be created by the divine himself. The resulting cool soaking beneath his skin and leaving a deep chill that bit into his bones. Causing them to ache and creak when he shifted his shoulders into a more comfortable position. But this sorry condition found under the meager shelter of the gazebo could easily be ignored for the warm companion that he kept at his side. No one living or breathing. For it was rare that he found companionship in his peers and rarer still that he chose to talk to them for said companionship. No, this friendly cohort came in the form of a half empty coffee cup. Its liquids barely able to be described as warm at this point. It stood stoic as its owner ignored its presence beside him, silent as Marcel made no move to sample its wares in the act of feverishly moving his hand above the blank sheet of paper.
The mood to draw something had struck him hard as he had left the cafeteria some time ago, whether it began with the general dissatisfaction he had awoke with this morning or even a stint of inspiration pure and true, but whatever the case…there he sat. Drawing to his heart’s content and forsaking all else. A barely lit stogie steaming betwixt his lips as he absent mindedly corrected the lines on his finished sketch. The lines were rough and ragged at this point. Its form obvious but lacking true meaning as its creator added or removed things according to his whim. But the subject of the piece stood in dark outline on the white sheet of paper, marring its brilliance on the excuse of art.
A tree. Bent, gnarled, and greatly weathered. Branches that should very well be littered with green and thriving leaves laid bare and starving as they reached like pleading bony hands toward the sun. The skin of the tree’s trunk was a sad mess that told of a hard life. Strong cuts made into its flesh scabbing over and leaving terrible bloated marks behind as it struggled to heal. Hidden in the folds of its wrinkles sat a grieving face screaming in silent agony. Not truly seen by a less than perceptive eye but there all the same. And standing there in light contrast….stood its reaper. It was the natural shape of a man, only somewhat broad shouldered and his head covered with a thick woolen hat but still a male none the less. He seemed far removed from the violence done to the tree, a innocent bystander looking on the macabre work of another. But he held a dark secret behind the simple façade of his presence and it came in the form of a axe…covered in a questionably sticky substance.
Looking at his original point of interest to the work before him Marcel couldn’t help be a release a small sigh, a event that was more bluster and smoke than any windy release. The tree before him was vibrant, vital, and strong. It had gone through many winters and was willing to go through many more. A cheerful form even on this, the soggiest of days.. And yet the same tree bent to his will could only be described as…twisted and dark. Was his perception so jaded that he couldn’t even draw a simple happy scene? It almost made him think that the physiologists were correct in their assumptions. He clearly wasn’t right in the head. Either that or he had some serious issues to work through. The need to crumble the paper and leave it to the will of his lighter was great but instead he only shut the notebook and threw it upon his jacket at side. There was no need to cause unnecessary fires for something that was his own demented mind’s fault.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 9:16 pm
Randall Tripp Kensington
As Randy attempted to find one girl, he instead found a different one. A well known tall redheaded girl who both made him respect her and extremely turned off. Yeah, she's a girl. Yeah she was strong. Yeah, she could beat him. But did she HAVE to do that every time? Did she need to force that down people's throats? Apparently so, and that had always bothered him. But whatever, that was her business and it wasn't like he was the epitome of perfectness either.
"Hey Roxy!" His smirk was a little forced. "What's got you looking so off?" He ought to be looking for Pan and Andee. He needed to see if they were okay...but Roxy was here now and she wasn't looking her best. "You okay?"
Okay. He'd find out if Roxy was okay, if someone needed to be pranked, and then he could be on his merry way to finding Andee and Pan. Hey, maybe Roxy knew where he could find either of the Neverlanders. "Oh and random question, you seen either Andee or Polly?" He watched the taller girl for a little bit before realizing she seemed a bit uncomfortable. But why? He had plenty of theories for it, each as bad as the next, but wait. He had to be patient and hear her side of the story before going off and causing lots of misunderstandings. Hopefully, whatever was bothering wasn't a terrible thing.
He decided he would walk with her a bit. That way, she could get to wherever she was heading and he could check the halls for the wandering fairy and eternal boy. "Hey let's walk for a bit. You were heading somewhere right?" That way, she could lead if she so chose.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 10:37 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy tried not to flinch at the familiar voice. Yes, the last time she had spoken with Randy was after she had stolen a few fries from his plate and before she headed to her room for bed, but that was under totally different circumstances. Now, now she was just plain confused, shocked, and all blushy.
She turned to look at her friend, and she noticed something off about him. Yes, something seemed to be bothering him, though what, she couldn't say. Apparently they both weren't looking like their normal selves. "I could ask you the same thing..." she stated, a bit nervously. She bit her lip, thinking about whether or not she should tell Randy about what had just happened in Stephen's room.
Ah, she did her best to raise an eyebrow in a questioning manner, but she didn't know if she could ignore the shock long enough to do so. "Tink and Pan? No, I can't say that I've seen either recently. Though, I know Ryan has. He and Andee got in an argument. Mainly cause he was being overprotective to Martin, you know, after Pol got a hold of him. Yeah, he told me that Andee called him a bad friend...but, personally, I don't think she actually said that...But he seems to think that Tink has a crush on the Beast....That might have come to mind because he kinda has a god complex when it comes to his friends...."
Roxy rambled in the hopes that it would forget the fact that she seemed to be acting funny. The red tint still clung to her cheeks, but she was doing her best to shove the kissing scene from her head. Her mind had other intentions. And, to be honest, she wasn't heading anywhere in particular, she just kept walking as she talked, trying to do anything to keep her mind distracted.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 5:45 am
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r "Hey that's alright. This is your place, I'm just askin' so I don't bother you." When she mentioned the ipod, he smirked. "Me thinks you wouldn't enjoy heavy metal so if you start hearing techno coming from the barn, you'll know that I'm working out a bit of tension." That was the nice thing about techno - there weren't many words. As good as he spoke English and understood the idioms (moreso with American English rather than British English), it was still a little hard to catch English lyrics while the music was playing.
He watched her up in the rafters and then decided he really shouldn't. She was wearing a skirt. Not only would Sierra kill him for looking up Andee's skirt (which he didn't!), he just wasn't the kind of guy to purposely look for that. It was usually involuntary that he looked down a girl's shirts or if they were wearing short skirts noticing that. He was NOT a perv and he refused to treat others as though they were pieces of meat for sale. Well for girls. When he checked out guys, it was for sizing up and seeing if he could take them on in a fight. But...Andee had some pretty legs, he would say that. Okay no he wouldn't. Not out loud. Not right now.
Oh wait, she was answering his question for help. If he'd had the dog tail and ears, they would have been perked and wagging till the moment she said she couldn't help. "As much as I would like to argue with you on whether I could hammer sh-tuff, I guess you might be right." The eye would mess with his vision for at least a day until he got used to only using the single one. "And I'd like to avoid breaking my fingers," he joked.
He didn't really see the blush, but he did see her staring at his chest. Oh joy. Either she was gonna run, cry and babble about pity crap, or (as he'd hoped) ignore it. Hey, if she were starting to be friends with Sierra, that meant there was something good to be said about the pixie. When she did ignore the obvious scars, his shoulders relaxed. Alright cool. +1 for not pitying him. Nothing in her face showed any signs of pity which was such a relief. His normal smirk softened into a smile as he watched her babble.
"Sure, if you want the help, come find me. I'm good for heavy lifting if nothing else. As for those nails," he walked over to tool box and grabbed a bunch before turning to see the ladder placed for him. He started climbing carefully to avoid future toppling and injury, he finished his earlier phrase and said, "here you go." As he held the nails out to her for whenever she needed one, he tilted his head to the side and said, "Project? What kind are we talking about?" He owed her, so he was going to say yes to anything she had needed help on right now. Okay okay, almost anything - he wasn't wearing pink fluffy frilly crap for her. As for Sierra...well she was a tough nut to crack on her own. "Depending on what it is, I'll try to get Sierra in on it. I swear, I don't think I've ever met a moodier chick than her." That may or may not have something to do with his ability to easily irritate her and his ongoing project to see how fast he could piss her off (though he doesn't do it as often anymore), but who cared about that? Point was, she was a moody Queen.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 12:32 am
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra managed to leave Bianca with Schraeder easily and instead of heading directly to class, she detoured to the office where mail was kept for the students. She'd been waiting for a moment where she could get the mail and she had a good feeling that there was a letter waiting for her today. "Excuse me ma'am, has there been any mail for me today?" The secretary glanced at the younger girl with a smile. "Ah, Sierra. It is good to see you walking. I heard about your dreadful class with the history teacher. It was just awful..." Mrs. Smith was kind to all the kids, especially those that talked to her when they came by for mail. Still, the topic wasn't something Sierra liked broadcasted so she cleared her throat and said, "Yes well, it wasn't very pleasant. At least I will have a small reprieve." The secretary mumbled something Sierra thought she wasn't supposed to overhear, but it had made her smile. It seemed not everyone approved of the dance teacher's class methods. "Oh and one more thing," the secretary added before Sierra could run off, "this came with one of the letters." It was a small brown box which was pretty light in weight.
The secretary was rather fast in delivering Sierra's mail which was rather nice of the older woman. The Wicked Queen supposed Mrs. Smith had a busy day. "Thank you ma'am. May you have a pleasant afternoon." "Oh you too dearie," the secretary replied. Sierra left quickly and managed to make it to class on time. English class. While boring, it was a class that she could study her letters in peace. Once there, she sat down and looked at her letters. One was a bank statement, while the other came from the village nearby. This was the letter that she'd been waiting for. The first half of the letter was written in jagged thinner handwriting while the bottom half was in fuller, more feminine cursive.
Dear Sierra,
Oh it's been a while since we've last talked, and your ideas for making our candy shop more efficient have been quite helpful. To thank you, we've decided to give you a selection of our dark chocolates. Helen noticed how much you enjoyed them when you last came to visit. Perhaps next time we'll spend time we'll try some of the different cakes we have? And don't think of saying no - think of it as being our unofficial taste tester. We wrote the names of the different chocolates in the box we sent you so you wouldn't go through any unwanted surprises.
I'll admit, after first meeting you and seeing how young you were, I didn't expect you to be so business oriented. Then again, you are the Queen from Snow White. We didn't have a Wicked Queen in our years at Ever After, but I think you would have enjoyed meeting our Witch. Both of you happen to have logical minds. It is such a shame you weren't able to meet her - you both would have gotten along (and that's disregarding baddies vs. goodies) rather well.
And now for my turn! Sierra, it was such a pleasure to talk to you. Honestly, George and I are more old fashioned when it comes to how we take stock of inventory and doing business, but your plans for making our little shop run smoother have been promising thus far. Tell us which chocolates you like best in your next letter, please? It's always nice to hear from customers and it's a way for us to better improve our merchandise.
If you ever feel like learning to make candy, don't hesitate to ask us for advice. Perhaps once you graduate out of the academy, you might come and apprentice with us (well I suppose that depends on whether you have Snow White and Prince Charming with you right now). I know our Witch was a little older and had to wait a few years for us to be out of the Academy before we could start our story. She was actually the one to start the candy shop. Oh we had some interesting times...I can't remember how many times she would end up forgetting that we were making candy for customers and not ourselves. And her necklace happened to always get covered in various ingredients. It's a wonder she never took it off for safe keeping.
We hope to hear from you soon. Please enjoy the treats and stay safe!
Sincerely,
Helen and George
Sierra was pleased. Helen and George were from an older class of students from Ever After Academy. Once their roles were finished, they'd ended up coming back to the village nearby and starting a candy shop (possibly in recognition of their Witch). They were Hansel and Gretel who had apparently had a good friendship with the witch from their story.
What had sounded like an innocent letter (apparently the two adults were also aware that the letters were opened and read by the school) was actually filled with subtle notes. On the surface, Sierra really had gotten in contact and given them advice on how to better run their business so that they weren't constantly checking to see how they were doing. In truth, dear brother and sister had not been fond of the school and were her contacts for rebellion outside the school.
The darkened N on necklace reminded Sierra to later get a candle and heat the paper itself. She doubted the school would check for invisible ink and it was likely that one of the German siblings had left a drawing of the necklace somewhere on the paper. Or maybe the image was on the second sheet of paper in the box of chocolates along with a map to find the necklace hidden in the school. Either way, she was aware of the significance of that necklace - it was a talisman much like the Sorcerer's Apprentice own amulet which contained powerful magic. When Sierra had talked to Helen and George, they weren't able to tell her much about the magic necklace or how to wield it. They did know that the necklace would provide her with some power to escape the school. During their talk, they had warned her that their Witch had loved to cook, but that they hadn't known whether that was a side effect of using magic.
Her letter was quickly put away along with the box and she paid attention to class. She would search for the hidden message later and then perhaps be in contact with Randy. He would certainly be able to sneak into whatever room the necklace was hidden in and retrieve it for her (though what he'd want in return was a little worrisome - she never knew what he wanted in return for services rendered).
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 10:58 am
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 9:32 pm
I do what I want and I get what I want when I want it, w-want it, w-want it.
Im not gonna stop til I get what you got til I got it, g-got it, g-got it.
What do I do with a boy, with a boy like you.
Got me lost, got me hooked.
Now Im so confused.
Was this apart of your plan?
I dont really understand.
What to do, what to do with a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy like you.
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee shook her head. "Hey, Martin...If I thought you'd bug me out here, I wouldn't have drug you out here during the middle of a thunderstorm and probably ruined my converse....Just sayin..." She pointed out, taking a few of the nails out of his hand. She flew back up to her current working spot to finish attatching the new piece of plywood over the hole in the side of the barn. Her statement had been true and he had better believe it too. Now, she had the prospect of having a work buddy, and that was bound to help things move along. Plus, the barn might be where she'd have to work on Sierra's boots before too long.
In all reality, the school should be thanking her for her work. If she hadn't taken the task upon herself, the barn and all the equipment would have been falling into disrepair, and they'd be out of a lot of good equipment. Sure, the reason why it was all out there was due to the fact that it was outdated, but Andee, personally, thought that the kids should be taught how to make things the old fashioned way before getting to use the new state of the art stuff. That way they could appreciate the new technology more, and know how to do it another way, if, for some reason, they didn't have that fancy schmancy stuff at their disposal.
"And Techno?" She called down from her perch above him. "Kinda like Daft Punk?" Andee asked curiously. "ALSO...What makes you think I wouldn't enjoy heavy metal? " She asked with a small laugh. "After all, I work with metal, why wouldn't I like listening to it?" Yeah, Andee knew that was a lame reference/joke, but she didn't care, and laughed a bit more after saying it. To be honest, she liked listening to all kinds of music, so she'd be up to listening to just about anything.
Once her bout of laughter had gone, she backed up enough to inspect her work, examining each nail with a critical eye. When she was satisfied with her work, she made her way back to the ground next to Martin. "Good, you at least have some sense. Some males would try and work anyways. Trust me, I've seen some keep at it after they've gotten themselves hurt in shop class...downright stupid of them..Their choice..." she stated with a sigh. "And teachers don't care if you've broken your fingers...they still expect you to write up those papers...'suck it up' is most of their motto." Andee smirked.
That reminded her of her freshman year, way back at the beginning. That was when she first started learning how to actually make stuff. Being one of the only girls in shop class, she of course heard a lot about it. Most of the guys didn't think she could take it. In her attempts to prove them wrong, she broke her thumb and pointer finger on her right hand. It was hard to write anything for a few weeks. Luckily, she still had her middle finger in proper working order. She used it quite a few times with the more rude males in her 'Intro to Shop' class. Andee had done better than them all that year, and was continuing to stomp them. Served them right.
Andee was glad that he hadn't mentioned her gazing at his scars, but she also had to remind herself that he was still shirtless. So, she made it a point not to stare as she faced him. It was hard not too. Hey, he was attractive after all, who could blame her? She scooped the rest of the nails out of his hand quickly and carefully and then headed over to her upstairs work desk to prevent her eyes from lingering. The desk was where the blueprints for her upcoming barn project were laid out. She liked being able to look at them, cause it only helped her drive to get it done. She waved Martin over. He could sit on the old couch that was placed next to the desk. Andee had spent many nights on that particular couch during the previous summer. It reminded Andee of home, and that must have been the real reason why she wanted the barn to look its best.
"I already have the plans for the barn project, but I'll have to wait to work on those. No, the one project I have to worry about now is the one I need you and Sierra to help me with...." She began, placing the nails on the desk, setting her hammer beside them and untying the nail apron from around her waist. "The project is for drama...." She paused, hoping he wouldn't automatically decline.
Im gonna win.
Boy, your game is over.
Try to play.
But youre down 10-1.
Keep the change.
You wont know what hit cha.
Youre not fooling anyone.
I do what I want and I get what I want when I want it, w-want it, w-want it.
Im not gonna stop til I get what you got til I got it, g-got it, g-got it.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 12:45 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Hours passed and in time Pan watched the fire die down, he got up a few times to put more wood in the flames and the warmth he felt radiating out from the fireplace was the most comforting thing he had felt in days. The kid wrapped his blanket around himself and snuggled down in bed, closing his eyes. It was warm and dark and quiet except for the crackle of the fire. Music would make this better.
Pan rolled to the side of the bed and draped his arms over, opening the suitcase and digging out his Ipod. He slipped the ear-buds into his ears and pushed play. The sound of the shins fulled his brain and the kid closed his eyes, blocking out the world.
It was not even noon yet and he was done. His arm ached his chest felt hollow and it was harder to breath then normal. The binder sometimes made him short of breath. But right now it was worse then normal. After gasping for air and being unable to expend his lungs enough to satisfy himself he jolted up and started to struggle to take off his flannel shirt, then to pull off his black binder.
Once the compression device was off and laying on the the bed in front of him and the boy was breathing deep, holding his sides. He was okay now but that was scary... Glancing down at himself Pol cringed... He wasn't a boy... No matter how much he told himself he was, he still had breasts, he still didn't have a d**k. The kid pulled his blanket up to cover his chest and he looked up at the fire. It was hard to deal with... Maybe he could lobby to get his surgery sooner... Maybe he could get it done outside of the school.
He wasn't thinking clearly and his feelings influenced him greatly. Pol wanted to be a boy more then anything now. If he was a boy he would have beat the Beast.... He would have been better at everything.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 9:31 pm
Randall Tripp Kensington Randy stopped in the middle of the hallway in shock. "Wait, Andee might have a crush on the Beast? Really?" He doubted that. He really really doubted that. That would mean Andee didn't protect Polly from the Beast because the pixie was on Pan's side...it meant that Andee was on Martin's side. And since when did this happen? The world was going crazy.
Okay, no. He was smart enough to always take every comment with a grain of salt. Even Roxy sounded like she didn't trust Ryan's assumption (and the boy did have a bit of a god complex over people). Maybe it was just a false statement. Really - of all people, Martin?! The guy was a two-faced jerk. He acted like a wimp but he had no problem beating up other guys...and he had a really mean temper. The kid kinda weirded him out. Why would Andee like a guy like that? He was just going to have to ask her whenever he found her. He wouldn't outright accuse, but he did have to ask. If this ludicrous rumor was true, he really wanted to understand.
"Well uh...that's news to me. But don't think you managed to make me forget that you didn't answer me," he teased weakly. Yes he'd been surprised, but it didn't prevent him from seeing her attempt to dodge the question.
"Why don't you tell me all about it as you join me in my search for Pan and Tink?" He was a little tense from the bad morning and lack of knowledge of his fellow fairy tale characters. Tink choosing anyone other than Pan? Polly fighting people in the halls? This was not their normal behavior. "I'm a little worried about them...I've yet to see them and the stories going around is making me wonder what's going on." He grabbed her hand and lightly pulled her with him. It wasn't strong enough to drag her with him and he certainly didn't want to force her into anything. She was his friend and he wanted to know what was up with her....he just also wanted to get to the bottom of this odd mystery concerning the Neverlanders.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 7:57 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy wasn't really surprised at Randy's reaction to that bit of news. She had hoped it had been shocking enough to distract him from her, but she didn't think it would really work, at least, not for long. "That's just what I've heard from Ryan...but, like I said, it could be his emotions talking, really..." She trailed off, looking down at the ground.
Andee was like a little sister to him, as it was to be expected. She was Tink after all, and he was one of the lost boys. Though, Roxy really didn't care for the girl. She was nice and all, but Tink was loud and rambunctious, something Roxy tried to avoid. After all, those traits were bad when you hunted. However, Andee seemed nice enough, and smart enough, despite her vibrant personality. At least the girl was a sophomore and not in her story. Roxy had a legit excuse not to hang out with the pixie.
She wasn't shocked to hear Randy confirm that he hadn't heard that bit of news yet. She was actually pretty sure that no one else had either. Anyways, Roxy had failed in her goal to distract Slightly from questioning her further and figuring out what was wrong with the Greek goddess. She brought her hand up to her face, shaking her head. She was upset that she hadn't succeeded in her task and it looked like she'd have to spill the truth.
Randy took her hand, something she was, amazingly, used to by now. She was going to have to tell him about the whole Stephen scene while he walked with a purpose: To find Andee or Pol. It didn't bother her much, but maybe since his mind was preoccupied with his fairytale counterparts, he wouldn't really catch on to what she was saying. Hey, it was a possibility.
"I...um...Well....Stephen kissed me....in front of Ryan...and he was practically naked at the time..." Roxy kind of blurted out before feeling some heat return to her cheeks. "I don't really even know why...I had just stopped by his room to see if he was doing better from this morning...and he was in his bath..." She recalled the scene. Poor Ryan, he caught an eyefull, and she had just left him there with Stephen. "Luckily, I realized when he was about to stand up and managed to close my eyes before I saw anything..Ryan wasn't so lucky...But once he had covered up and laid down on his bed, he asked me to get him some more medicine...when he had just taken some, and I pointed that fact out..." She recalled it all, speaking in a low tone, not wanting others to overhear.
"Well, next thing I know, he calls me over to his bed, and he took my wrist in his hand and pulled me closer, winked, and kissed me....I really didn't know what to do, I was so shocked...After he pulled away, he said I was pretty...but I think his actions might have been due to his medication..." She noted, blush still on her cheeks. "I bolted as soon as I could, not knowing how to process the whole thing." She finished with he tale.
"Happy? Now you know what was bothering me..." For some reason, Roxy found it odd for her to be telling all of this to Randy. Like, she had a feeling that it might hurt their friendship for some reason. She brushed that thought off. It was nonsense. Why would Stephen kissing her bother Randy?
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:09 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 took a deep breath and looked up at Stetson as he took in the information she had given him. It was no use to keep staring at the ground, she shouldn't be ashamed or feel awkward. No, it was about time that she started being confident in her actions, like a real princess would. Not be a little dainty girl that could be trod on. There really was no reason why she couldn't look up at Stetson. So, she would.
If she hadn't looked up at him, she wouldn't have noticed the smile that appeared on his face. Well, it seemed as if something she said had made him happy in some way, she just hoped it really didn't have anything to do with Ayden. She cleared her mind of that though, no need to jump to conclusions. It was probably cause she cleaned up before she left. He probably hadn't expected that. However, Bianca couldn't help it. She didn't like leaving things a mess if she could help it. He had been nice to her by letting her stay there, the least she could do was straighten up before she left.
When Stetson addressed the fact that Ayden was gone, she was a bit puzzled at his confused look. His first sentence caused Snow White to narrow her eyes. Oh, so punching someone was a 'favor'? She looked down at the hand that he placed on her arm then to the smile that he gave her. Sure, it was a slight smile, but the gesture irked her in a way. She did appreciate the fact that he was concerned about her losing a friend, and not wanting her to lose Pol as well, however, the simple fact that he was going to think about not being able to 'repay' Ayden for the punch really grated on her.
She pulled her arm gently out from under his hand and took a deep breath. "Well, I don't see a reason as to why you'd be so concerned about not being able to return that kind of 'favor'. Honestly, I'm pretty sure if you had been in Ayden's shoes, you would have done the exact same thing...If you thought that someone had hurt somebody you cared for, you wouldn't stop to ask questions, then act...No, I'm pretty sure you'd jump into action..." She explained, keeping her eyes trained on him.
At this point, it didn't matter if it upset him, it was something she had to say. "Forget how I addressed Ayden yesterday after it happened. I wish I could let him know that I do forgive him. Apparently I wasn't thinking clearly enough to recognize he did it because he cared about me...I would think a King would see things from both perspectives...not just his own...True, Ayden should not have done that, but you should not be thinking about repaying the gesture..."
With that said, she felt a bit better. She'd have to find some way to get in contact with Ayden, he needed to know that she wasn't angry with him. Maybe she could help him get out of whatever situation he had gotten himself into. "I apologize if what I said offended you...Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way...'When Bianca finished speaking, she turned on her heel and started walking off, not expecting him to follow.
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 Jun 04, 2011 7:08 pm
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron's back arched slightly in an involuntary reaction to the unexpectedly pleasant jolt he felt shoot down his spine as she teased the roof of his mouth with her tongue before it took to clashing with his, the sudden movement forcing his body impossibly closer to hers, unable to voice his surprise in his current predicament.
Though, from what the near electrical shock that had left his very core tingling had been a result of he wasn't able to discern; trying to make out much of anything was proving to be a rather challenging feat in the position he was in at the moment, actually.
The fingers Lilith had been using trace nonsensical patterns against his neck paused abruptly in their swirling motion, instead making to clamp themselves around the collar of his shirt before trailing to the skin at the front of his neck, dancing along it before coming to a halt at the highest button that fastened his shirt shut, the cloth being the only barrier between her wandering hand and his chest. The flesh her digits had skimmed across felt as if it'd been set ablaze, the smoldering sensation only further encouraging him to keep his lips meshing feverishly with hers.
As soon as he pulled away, a dismal sigh slipped past her lips in a vocalization of her disdain for his decision of bringing the make out session to a stop when he did. In spite of this, however, he'd care to wager that she didn't mind as terribly as she made it out it to be; her woe appeared to have been all but forgotten once she felt his teeth grazing her neck, if that gasp she released was any indication. The corners of his mouth were tugged upwards in amusement and smirked against her skin, which had erupted into goosebumps as a result of his antics. He could feel her shiver from under the palm of his hand pressed to the small of her back, his smirk broadening as he brushed his lips across the now painfully visible contusion he'd so kindly ornamented her with for the world to see.
He uttered a small noise of protest as she took it upon herself to take control of the situation, though he made no effort to struggle against her as she guided him to her lips, as he was more than happy to comply with the Queen's desires. Their kiss was short lived, however, taking his lower lip between her teeth before going for a different route, trailing kisses along the length of his jawline, nipping at the skin along the way. He tilted his head to the side to make it easier for her to carry out her task, his eyes lidding as a soft, breathy gasp of his own managed to escape from him before he could even consider to try to stop it.
Any intelligible thought he had had been reduced to nothing more than a thick haze, both Confident Cam and Cynical Cam's voices having been lost among the fog, though they would undoubtedly be causing a mind boggling racket had he been able to hear them. Lilith's voice was able to permeate through the confusion, though, blinking as he was thrown from his clouded state of mind, his gaze shifting to meet hers.
“You know, you really do over analyze things too much,” he murmured, pressing their foreheads together and flashed her a grin before stealing another kiss.
“Though, I suppose you're right,” he agreed with mock despair, sending her a smirk after she'd pressed her lips to his cheek before she turned away from him and reached for her bottle of water. She twisted the cap off and took a sip, her cheeks flushing. She set the bottle back onto the stair, instead grabbing the bag of chips, of which he had completely forgotten about due to his little...distraction. She opened the bag and plucked a chip from its contents, holding it out to him in a coy manner. He raised an eyebrow before his lips unfurled into a wide grin, craning his neck to take it from her hand.
“I would hope that I tasted better than that water of yours,” he chortled under his breath after disposing of the potato crisp and moved his hand to play with the hair at the nape of her neck idly, looking up at her.
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