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 Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 8:59 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra made sure to type as quietly and diligently as possible. She could not be distracted and she would not get called out by the teacher. The history teacher had hated Sierra since she first got to the school. If Sierra did anything out of line, this teacher would be at the front of the line to suggest punishment. Fortunately, she lucked out of any humiliation. That was until the end of class. "Sierra, wait a moment before leaving."
She had a strange feeling that she wasn't going to like what would happen. And indeed she didn't. The teacher pulled out a pair of iron boots that looked painful to wear. "Your homework assignment is to be able to ballroom dance in these for half an hour straight. This counts for your dance lesson as well." The history teacher also doubled as the dance teacher for several students. The teacher was never kind when it came to how Sierra danced or did anything. Then again, in a bizarre way, it only pushed Sierra to be beyond perfect when it came to homework and everything in general. That was why the history teacher could not lower Sierra's grades unfairly. Sierra's only failing grades had been in the first week of school - after that, she never showed weakness to her history/dance teacher again.
She took the boots as offered with a brown paper bag. "I thank you for taking the time to inform me of my homework. Good day." As she walked out the classroom, she felt fury. Why did she have to wear ungodly heavy boots for a simple dance? To learn pain? To learn humility? Oh she knew humility. She learned it every damn day because her "pride" got in the way. What next, heating the floor while she wore boots so that her feet would burn?
She walked towards the gym. All the kids had to have some sort of physical activity - hers was dancing. Of course she didn't do anything by halves - she learned all the ballroom dances she could get out of the dance teacher. She was one of the best at all the ballroom dances...but she needed more. She needed something else. She wasn't sure what, but she needed to find something else to do. Maybe another type of dance?
She entered the gym's locker rooms to place her shoes there. She enjoyed the girl's locker rooms. It was one of the few places she could keep her things safe. She not only had a lock, but she had subtle traps to tell her if anyone had attempted to mess with her locker. They tried but had yet to succeed. She quickly stuffed the brown bag in the locker and shut it with a slam. Sierra was happy to be alone. She could sit on one of the benches, put her head in her hands, and practice breathing exercises.
Was she angry? Yes. Would it help any? No. She'd just have to ignore it for now. Hopefully no one would come in and see her attempts at relaxing. She was calm and poised. If she was anything less, then she'd be a failure. What was the point in being a queen if you couldn't control your own damn emotions? That kind of person would be a terrible leader, and she was never terrible at anything. Nothing that she was willing to talk about in any case.
She got up to brush her hair and then calmly left the locker room. Hopefully no one would ever see her passing by and she could forget about her new dance homework.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 11:47 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
"Oh, I think I'm quite ready to return to the ground," Schraeder said, though he seemed oddly at ease lounging on the high windowsill. The young man was very athletic outside of class, and was frequently climbing and jumping over things. After all, he was skilled at escaping after he had pulled out a heist. He glanced down at the ground. He could probably jump to the floor, but it might cause unnecessary appearances of weakness if he flinched from the pain. It would be better if he allowed Tinkerbell to bring him down. He held onto her hand and slid off the edge of the window. As long as Bianca doesn't see this, he thought vaguely to himself as he floated to the floor. When he landed, he turned to Tinkerbell. "Thank you, Tinkerbell. I never imagined that I could be one to fly, and you and Pan have shown me otherwise." He once again broke his norms by bowing his head to her before turning on his heel and heading for the showers.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 9:00 pm
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the s— we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee refrained from pouting when he wanted to return to the ground. After all, he hadn't really answered her previous question. Oh well. Either he didn't hear her, or he didn't know, or he was ignoring her. Regardless, she didn't get an answer, and she'd deal with it. So, she brought him back to the ground like he wanted. It didn't bug her.
Within a minute, their feet had touched the solid ground, her four inch heels making a perfect landing. She loved wearing heels. Mainly due to the fact that she was short. She personally hated being five feet tall, and just barely at that. Being way shorter than everyone else was no fun at all, having to look up at them to look them in their eyes. Heel's helped her cope with that situation, so, around ninety percent of the time they were on her feet in some form or another. When she went barefoot, she usually walked on tip toe too. She wanted to be taller so badly.
When Schraeder went to make his leave, and he bowed to her, she curtsied in return. It was out of habit, really. Plus, it was what you were supposed to do, you know? "Hey, Mr.King...next time just ask me for some pixie dust....it would be way more fun than holding onto either Polly's or my hand the whole time..." She offerered, waving goodbye.
Once he was out of sight, Andee headed towards the girl's locker rooms to check on her reflection. Once she got in there, she noticed a familiar-ish figure stuffing a bag into her locker. An eyebrow raised immiediately, however, after a moment, she figured it was a change of clothes or something. That was, until she heard metal come in contact with more metal. She gazed in the mirror at her reflection as she thought. Wait? Wasn't that girl the Wicked Queen in Snow White? Andee was sure it was. However, when she went to take another good look at her, she was gone. She did catch the locker room door's closing, so she took after whomever just left.
Lucky for her it was exactly who she was looking for. "Umm...Wait!" She called after the girl, trying desperately to come up with her name. "Sierra, right?" She asked as she caught up. .
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going hard
Just like the world is ours
We’re tearin’ it apart
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are!
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 9:24 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder made a mental note to collect some pixie dust from Tinkerbell the next chance he got. Combined with her curtsy, the King was liking her a lot already; at least someone at this school knew how to act around royalty! He headed into the showers and stripped off his sweaty clothes, stepping into a hot shower and rinsing down thoroughly. If there was anything that the King hated, it was being less than perfect in any way. Cleanliness was a big one for him; smelling and looking top-notch were always main priorities. He emerged from the locker room twenty minutes later, just putting his hair back into a ponytail. He now wore dark jeans and a black collared shirt, both tight to his body, and his glasses. He wasn't sure what to do next; he didn't have a class this period and lunch wasn't for another hour. So, he headed outside and began to simply walk around.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 9:39 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes  Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca left class without Ayden. She wanted to wait outside to see why the teacher needed to talk to Sierra. She definatley hadn't done anything wrong. However, when Sierra had left the class room with a particular package, Bianca realized what had been discussed was what she would deem worse than trouble. It was most likely those stupid iron dancing shoes were in that bag. She paused a moment before following Sierra, intent on telling her that she shouldn't have to wear those shoes. It wasn't right, nor would Bianca stand for it. It was child cruelty...regardless of the fairy tale character role or not. However, as she passed the gym, she saw a sight that wiped that goal out of her mind.
Stetson was decending from the air with Andee Bearie, a.k.a. Tinkerbell. Bianca instantly grew frustrated. Andee didn't have the best reputation around, but not really the worst either. She knew the girl liked to get what she wanted from guys, and the fact that Stetson had been in the air with her made her wonder what it was all about. Before she could be seen by either party, she took a deep breath and walked off. Her feet took her outside and into the woods where she couldn't see the school.
As Bianca walked absently, she tried to repress the thoughts coming to mind. It wasn't like her to be that way, usually she didn't jump to conclusions. Why was she doing that now? So odd. It irked her. She stopped and looked around to realize where she was. It was one of her usual stops. Bianca was staring at a tree with low branches, low enough for her to climb up on easily, which is what she did. She found a nice comfy spot about ten feet off the ground to sit. Well, as comfy as a tree could be. She pulled the ipod out of her pocket and put one earbud in and listened to some random song, hoping the music would distract her thoughts.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 10:03 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra stopped and turned around to see a short girl looking straight at her. She wasn't entirely sure what the girl wanted, but it wouldn't hurt to be nice. Rudeness only caused trouble. "Yes, I am. And you are Andromeda, correct?" She wasn't sure if the other liked being called Andromeda from the look on the blond's face. "Or do you normally go by something else?" Last thing she needed or wanted was a cat fight.
She carefully schooled her face into what she hoped was a relaxed expression. "Pardon me if I sound rude, but was there anything you wanted?" It wasn't like they hung out or ever really talked. However, Sierra knew that Tinkerbell followed after Polly constantly...if she mentioned to Pan how rude Sierra was, it'd ruin any chance of friendship with the other female. Also, Andromeda was actually taking the time to call out to Sierra....that was pretty nice of the younger girl. Maybe this would be a girl worth initiating more contact with.
Then again, it might depend on how dramatic Andromeda would be around the Evil Queen. Constant attempts at tugging at any of Sierra's heartstrings would lead to migraines. She wasn't the type to show her emotions. Not without getting something in return.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 10:19 pm
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the s— we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee's face tensed as she was called Andromeda. She absolutely loathed being called that. It sounded old and stuffy. She was most definately not old and stuffy. "I normally go by Andee....or Andee Fae, but never that. It just bugs me..." She explained simply, not even willing to say her full first name. She watched as Sierra's face eased a bit as she felt hers do the same. Once that explaination was out, hopefully it wouldn't happen again.
After zoning out for a minute, a statment from Sierra brought her back to reality. "Oh, um...." She lowered her voice. "Was the thing you put in your locker those stupid metal shoes?" She asked curiously. "I'm sorry if it seem's I was spying, I was actually just walking into the locker room as you were stuffing them away...." She stated, hoping to seem normal, and not freaky stalkerish to Sierra. Andee had been trying lately to mind her own business, but it was too boring to do that. After all, you can take the girl out of the gossip, but you can't take the gossip out of the girl. She liked to know about everything, everyone, everyday!
"The reason why I ask is this: What good are shoes if they aren't comfortable or don't look pretty? I know my shoes have to be at least one or the other...." She trailed off momentarily. "And...I think I might have a way for them to be less comfortable, if what you put in the locker are those shoes after all...." She thought her idea was pretty darn good, if it worked. She wasn't sure it would work, but if Sierra was up to it, the girls could try. She waited to explain exactly what the idea was until Sierra responded. She didn't want to seem like she talked extremely too much..
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going hard
Just like the world is ours
We’re tearin’ it apart
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are!
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 11:25 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra nodded at the explanation. "I apologize Andee. I shall refrain from it then." As she heard what Andee wanted from her, her eyes grew green. Her face was still the same, but the eye color was changing again. They weren't shiny green yet, but they lightened up. "I see." The girl just wanted gossip. The point of Sierra running straight to the locker room to hide the shoes was to prevent people from finding out. If she told the truth, the news would spread before the day ended. That was something Sierra would absolutely not allow.
"Let me ask you this: what good is a person who hates others? They don't make people feel comfortable and in our fairy tale world, they aren't meant to look pretty either." She stared at the girl contemplating what she should do. On the one hand Andee acted like she wanted to help. On the other, it could be spread to the school. "I appreciate your sincerity and in return I will sincerely tell you this: I am not a nice person." She paused to let the message sink in. "If I am seen acting kind, then life for me will become more difficult. If I allow any weakness, life will become more difficult." Her hand was gripping her laptop carrier strap tightly.
"In that regard, if I were to answer your question, I would need some insurance that you would not speak of it to anyone else. In the only way I know how to get insurance, I will threaten to use your name in public loudly and constantly." She stopped for a moment. "Actually, if you wish to confide in Polly, that would be safe. It would be difficult to keep anything hidden from characters of the same tale." She also imagined that Polly would be able to keep a secret. Sierra had difficulty saying these next few lines. "To finally answer your question...yes. Those are my iron shoes." Well, if word did get out, it was probably going to be because the teacher made her wear them in front of other students. She wanted to put off the whispers as long as she could.
Her words were cold, calculated and defensive. She sounded aggressive and almost rude. If Andee were to run away to Pan and complain about how mean Sierra was, she wouldn't blame the fairy at all. However, the fact that Sierra was still standing there looking uncomfortable with the topic meant that she cared. And sad as it was to say, this was the only way she knew how to express it. While a logical part of her remembered that any information she told Andee would get back to Polly (and hopefully build that friendship), she was speaking out of emotional honesty.
Also if she were to miraculously build a bond with Andee, it would only build up her army against the school.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 4:41 am
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Class was over, and Andy couldn't wait to get out of that little stuffy room. He needed air, and he needed to run. Running at this school was to easy, there was no challenge. If he wanted to even pretend to challenge himself he had to run in the woods. At least there, he had a possibility of tripping or something. The Kid jumped out of his seat the second he was excused and bolted for the door. His feet hit the floor and made almost no sound. In less then a minute he was outside, running. The warm air filling his lungs made him focus, and he navigated his was into the woods that surrounded the school. They didn't have thick lush forest like this back home, this was one of his favorite places to explore.
Today the handsome young man wore well made khaki jeans, and a olive green slim-fit-T. His trusty Keens were the only thing on his feet and his face was freshly washed. Andy didn't have a music player like a lot of the other kids did, he wanted one... So when he ran he hummed. The guy started to hum as he dodged trees and jumped over roots and shrubs.
He was taken by surprise though when he saw... Bianca... Snow White. Te guy stopped in his tracks, he was far enough away that she probably hadn't spotted him yet. Andy slipped behind a tree and fixed his hair, then approached her at a normal walking speed. When he got to her tree he scaled it in almost no time and sat down on a branch right in front of her, facing her. They were only ten feet of the ground, but he was a tad worried that B would fall or something.
"Hay there, Beautiful."
His voice was smooth and warm. but there was a distinct accent to it. He smiled at his target and hopped she was able to hear him over the sound of her head phones.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:14 am
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the s— we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee kinda grew worried when she spotted Sierra's eyes shifting towards green. That wasn't a good sign, was it? Look, she understood the cruel parts of the fairy tales. She personally thought Polly had it really bad. Having to act like a pre-pubescent male her whole life? That wasn't right. Just like it wasn't right to make Sierra wear those horrid shoes.
Yes, she knew Sierra wasn't a nice person, but she thought it was only because she was supposed to act that way. No one at that school was completely themselves, not with all the stupid rules. "Why would this make you be seen as acting kind? In case you forget, Tink is more of a neutral character...so it isn't out of character for me to be talking to you, or any other 'baddie'..." She pointed out.
Not her name! She didn't like that. It probably wasn't the worst thing Sierra could do, but it would drive her crazy all the same. "Goodness, you act as if I can't keep a secret. I only tell stuff I'm not asked to keep quiet about...." Andy informed the Queen. It was true, unless she was specifically told not to mention something, she told about it. Since Sierra had made her statment clear, Andee wouldn't mention it. Not unless, like Sierra allowed, she was with Polly or Sierra. Simple as that.
"On the record, so you know, I won't repeat of this to another soul unless it would be you, or like you stated, Polly...." She promised before preparing herself to state her idea. "Now...Here's the idea...Pixie dust....I was thinking that since it makes people fly, if some get's put on your shoes, they might be able to float a little, or be lighter in some way. Like I said earlier, or at least I thought it earlier, we'd have to get together and experiment with that theory...." She finished explaining, biting her lip. "So, what do you think?"
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going hard
Just like the world is ours
We’re tearin’ it apart
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are!
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:42 am
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca had been staring off into the trees, sometimes looking up towards the sky. She had relaxed her brain at least. It was paying attention to the lyircs being sung through the solitary headphone she had in. At the moment, she was listening to some Katy Perry, singing along when she felt like it.
Off in the distance, something moving caught her eye. It disappeared before she could get a really good look at it. She brushed it off as a small creature. Suprisingly enough none of her animals had followed her. They probably sensed that she was kinda upset. She rested her head against the tree trunk and closed her eyes. Not really a smart idea, but she wasn't worried. Bianca climbed trees enough to know when she needed to worry about balance or something like that.
However, as soon as she felt the vibrations through the tree, she knew something or someone was climbing it. Therefore, her eyes opened instantly. A moment or two later, she was face to face with Andy Ends, also known as Aladdin. It suprised her because she wasn't expecting to see him there. She returned his smile before speaking, able to hear him just fine due to only having one headphone in. "Hi, Andy. What did you climb my tree for?" She asked a bit teasingly. Mentally she had staked claim to the particular tree they were perched in, but she didn't think anyone else knew about it. She turned down the volume on her ipod so it was all the way down. She could still faintly hear the music though..
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:00 am
oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy's smiled widened and he leaned in close, He reached out to brush a lock of hair out of Bianca's eyes and tuck it behind her ear. He let his hand linger on her face before he sat back and leaned against the trunk of the tree. The reached up to grab a branch above them then swung over to sit down right beside The girl, his arm around her to make sure she didn't lose her balance.
"Well, I was just going for a run and came upon you...You looked lonely. Is everything alright Bianca? Do you need anything?"
The young man used his strong, long arm to hold her against him and rub her shoulder softly. She appeared to be upset or something... Perfect. She was vulnerable. He had a clear opening here. All he needed to do was say the right thing and she was his. B was one of the prettiest girls in the school. Not that this school was lacking hot young women. Andy was surprised every day by the number of chicks he had the opportunity to see.
Andy hooked her ankle around a branch below them then used his freehand to take the girl's. He fingers were cool and slender. He warmed them in his large tan palms. As your young hero sat there beside the innocent Bianca a list of to-do's ran though his head. He wanted to be with Snow White, She was one of his ideal ladies. But she was tricky. Anything to strong would scare her off and being meek wouldn't get her attention.
"Can I do anything for you?"
Andy leaned in and planted a soft friendly kiss on her cheek. She was really pretty, and mild enough to put up with any day. Her cheek was warm under his full pampered lips. He sat back up and smiled softly down at the girl. Before he could really decide if what he was doing was a good idea, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips, the hand that had been on her's traveled to the small of her back. He held her close and closed his eyes, she looked like she needed this.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 1:15 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Truth be told, Sierra had forgotten Tinkerbell was more neutral than other characters. This made her relax again along with the promise of silence (minus Polly). "I think," she said, "I might have misjudged you and for once am quite glad to be wrong." She had a sad, wry smile on her face for a second before disappearing under her cool mask.
"Your idea has merit." Pixie dust? That might work..."I didn't think you could make inanimate objects fly or float. Didn't you need happy thoughts for it to work?" Oh boy. Happy thoughts. It would take a bit of time to wrack up a pleasant enough thought if it ended up that she got to fly with metal boots. "I would be pleased to work with you at a more convenient time and attempt to make this theory work. And if you have anything that you need assistance in, I would not mind lending a hand." If the blond girl had homework troubles, Sierra had no problem looking them over and helping the girl. After all, Andee was helping her and she wanted to return the favor.
"I live in Room 3 of the girl's dormitories. Should you ever need to find me outside of class, I will likely be there." She pulled out a pocket watch to check the time. "I'm sorry to cut this delightful meeting short, but I don't want to be late for class. I doubt you do either." Her next class was economics...most of the royal characters had to take this class because as royalty, they had to run a country and therefore had to know how to keep a country running. Sierra found this class to be a breeze. They were slowly integrating the idea of politics (general politics, not Ever After politics) and traditions into their homework and how to deal with political obstacles...actually that made her wonder which side the teacher was on.
"Give my regards to Polly. Oh, and let her know that Bianca isn't angry with her. As far as the princess is concerned, it's forgiven and forgotten." She turned to leave with a suppressed smile. That was not as terrible as it could have been. Andee had certain gotten Sierra's attention and was found pleasing. The Queen's day was slowly getting better.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 2:07 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca froze as Andy reached across and brushed some hair out of her face. She was quite capapble of doing that herself. It hadn't bothered her. The next moment, Andy was now sitting beside her, and she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Stetson had asked earlier if he could sit beside her, Andy was just doing whatever he pleased. It worried her.
"I don't need anything..." She said softly as he placed his arm around her. The weight of his arm seemed to burn her, made her uncomfortable. When he began to rub her shoulder, it made her feel even worse. Then all she had heard about him flooded back to her mind. He was a ladies man. Apparenly she was his next choice, something she did not want. She thought she was worth more than a one night stand, or a fling.
When he took her hand, she bit her lip in worry. "No, Andy, you can't...." She said firmly, but it appeared it hadn't phased him. He kissed her cheek, and her jaw tensed. Why was he doing this to her? Her heart was beating in panic mode. Then, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips and wrapped his arm around her lower back.
Now, she knew how claustrophobics felt when they were trapped. She had to get away. She jerked her hands away from him, knocking her slightly off balance and causing her to hit the side of her head on the tree trunk. She caught herself with one arm on another branch, and proceeded to hit him as hard as she could with the other. "How dare you! You had no right to...." She trailed off before turning and making her way down the tree.
It wasn't long before she was on the ground, storming off. Emmett had joined her, being the protective cat that he was. She broke into a run, the need to get out of the woods becoming overwhelming. Once she broke through the trees and could see the school, she looked for someone familiar. "Stetson!" She called out, heading his direction. He was the first person she saw. Bianca realized her vision was a bit blurry, that's when she reached up to dab her eyes. Yes, they were wet, but her hand came into view with some blood on it. She had cut her head when she hit it on the tree.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 3:37 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
The King was walking alone, enjoying the sunshine and the sound of birds, when suddenly he heard running footsteps. Before she could call out, Schraeder had already spun in her direction, ready for a fight but not a damsel in distress. She ran towards him and he stepped forward to meet her. A quick glance revealed to him that she was both crying and bleeding; something was very wrong, then. He took both of her hands in his own and stepped between her and the trees, facing her, so that she was looking into his eyes instead of the trees. "Bianca, what's wrong?" he asked, searching her face for clues. "What happened?" He glanced quickly over his shoulder to see if he could deduce it from there, but there was nothing in the treeline yet. Looking back at Snow White, Schraeder felt himself slowly filling with anger and compassion, at the same time. She was so sweet and innocent, and kind to everyone and everything. This sort of thing should happen to a punk from the streets, like himself, and not to her. Throwing royal decorum to the winds, he pulled her close to himself and held her gently, "shhhh"ing into her ear until she calmed down. After a few seconds he stepped away from her, still holding one of her hands. "I need to know what happened, Bianca," he said. "Whatever it is, if I can fix it, know that I will."
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