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They thought they were alone. Oh, how very, very wrong they were. They were being watched from the shadows by a lone figure. From this angle, it might as well have been a pair of legs, for how they went on forever. A pair of brown, scaled hands closed around a rogue football with a resounding thwack. Naja the Gorgon stepped out of the shadows, an eyebrow raised dramatically as she observed the six boass. Oh yes, she definitely approved of jocks. They were so... thrilling.

Delightful. "Misssing sssomething?" she inquired, spinning the ball in her hands, a sharp grin on her lips. This was her kind of scene, with plenty of monster to go around. Plenty enough for the (co) Captain of the Fearleaders. She'd been doing a little practicing of her own, to judge by her orange-on-black uniform. Maybe a little extra curricular activity, even.

It was good to see the team hard at play... or maybe just hard at all. Ah, but that was a naughty thought. She shook her head, and Nag hissed, irritated that his mistress had sent one of his fellows sliding down onto him. He was, as usual, in his customary position, snug against her chest. The cobra was just a bit possessive, and apparently he didn't approve of Naja going to pick up (or perhaps just watch?) jocks. Whatever. He could deal.

Casually, she shifted the cobra away from her body, and he wrapped himself around her upper arm, seeming no less irritated. But that hardly mattered. She wanted a good, tight hold on the football, just in case one of the boas decided to wrestle it away from her. This was a way of getting attention and quick... but could she be blamed? After all, they were just what the Fearleader had ordered.

What a line! But Naja, who was still new to this whole flirting thing, was willing to accept even such a paltry effort as that. Well. Maybe it wasn't so paltry. Considering that it was probably the first such line she'd been given, she welcomed it. And she'd probably welcome any other cheesy lines that Grier had stored up in that bald head of his, because damn were those some amazing muscles. There were probably even muscles in his head, that was how muscular he was.

Oh, she very much approved. "Are you? Sssomething tellss me that you're missssing a little more than that." A skelephone number, for example. Naja's skelephone number. Or, you know, the football... which she still hadn't given back to him. She didn't plan to, either, not until he asked for it specifically, and even then it was somewhat up in the air. This was a fun game. She liked this game.

Flirting was awesome. Flirting with jocks, she thought, was even more awesome... because at least in most cases she could assume that they weren't chasing another kind of tail. Good gorgon, but that football player was impressively built. She cocked her head to the side to get a better look at him, and gave a rather satisfied smile. Gun show, anyone? There was boas, and then there were boas, and she was fairly sure that he fit into the second category.

Or maybe he didn't quite fit. After all, there was a lot of him to fit into a smallish space. Har har har. "It'sss Naja," she informed him, tossing her head again to allow the cobras to resettle. Ah yes, this was much adder. She didn't have to fight with them so much... except for Nag. But she had anticipated Nag being stubborn as he always was. Stubborn snakes, who would have guessed?

The ball was now behind her back, which conveniently enough meant that she was posed in a provoking manner. Now if only one of her cobras hadn't decided to go investigate it, she would be set. The fearleader was prepared to take any jostling that might come up in the name of fun, but she didn't anticipate anything too troublesome.

Grier was obviously not all muscle... just really, really close to it. There were a couple of things that had nothing to do with muscle, and everything to do with his line of thinking. However, Naja wasn't focused on them. With that mischievous, cheeky smile, she kept the football firmly in hand. Fortunately, it didn't seem like he was inclined to force it out of her, which was just as well. That probably would have pissed off her cobras, and that would not have been pretty. Nag was hissing jealously, not at all appreciating the jock making moves on his gorgon, but she was ignoring him. Hair was hair, even if it was snakes.

For Naja, hair was always snakes. She seemed to be a bit captivated by the way his ears were moving around; they were interesting to look at, and she suspected that they conveyed his mood very well. But what mood was that? "Yesss, the football." Of course that was what she had meant, and not her number at all! Well, he'd have to ask for that if he wanted it. She wasn't going to volunteer it offhand.

Still, it would be the first time she had given away her number to a boa, and that was an exciting thing. The boa might've been a brute, but he was exactly the kind of brute she was looking for. He'd gone for the football, and she'd retaliated accordingly, but this new position was all the more appropriate. Even if it meant that Grier was getting hissed at threateningly. She shushed the cobras, because now was not the time to cut in on her game.

Couldn't they see that she was busy? "Grier," she repeated, tasting his name on her serpentine tongue. Hmmn, she liked that name. It was straight (and hopefully so was he), and to the point, much like her own. A real monster of a man! Ah, but that was exactly her kind... for she was just as much a monster, though very much not a man.

Typical flirting jock stance was awesome. Naja was honestly so excited that she was besides herself-- literally. One of the cobras was peering curiously around Grier's back, as though trying to determine what he in turn might be concealing. "Mm, well, I wass on a walk, ssstretching out after practice, and I heard noissesss. Of coursse I had to find out what it wass all about." At the moment, it seemed to be all about yelling at the tentacle monster who was macking on her. Silly jocks, let them wait. She was having fun.

The drooling wasn't charming, but Naja wasn't focused on the drool. Instead, she was taking note of those alluringly large teeth. They looked plenty sharp-- unlike their bearer. But that was all okay. If Naja had wanted a smart boa, she would have gone for a nerd. Obviously, her interests were focused elsewhere... much to Nag's dismay. The cobra did not at all approve of Grier's looming, though it delighted his mistress. Impatiently, Naja pushed at him as he tried to come between them.

This was not the business of snakes! No, it was between her and Grier... and there really was little between them except the irritatingly possessive cobra. Surprisingly, the cobra did not seem at all inclined to bite or spit at Grier, keeping himself to territorial hissing only. Perhaps he knew that Grier would likely retaliate if he made an aggressive move, or perhaps he did not want Naja to be mad at him. Whatever his reason, she was somewhat relieved.

Things could get a bit awkward when her snakes decided that a boa was trouble. Biting was almost always awkward, and when it wasn't, well... well, that was kinkier than she was willing to admit to so soon. Because apparently flirting with a tentacle monster wasn't kinky. No, that was normal Fear School living. At least it was if you were a Fearleader, and Naja was.

Some shirts simply begged to be looked down, and her uniform was no exception, offering up a nice, tantalizing glimpse of scale. "The uniform sssayss it all," the gorgon informed him, rather pleased with herself. She definitely had his attention now, which was just what she wanted. So long as those ghouls on the field didn't persist in interrupting them. If they did, well... the sunglasses could come off, and then she'd give them a real eyeful.

"In the gym. We're getting ready for ssschool to sstart back up again. Sssomeone hass to whip the Fearioss into sshape." And it might as well be Naja, because her cobras probably could double as whips in a pinch. No, not that kind of pinch. She gave the other jocks a quelling stare (which would have been quite literal if the glasses hadn't been firmly on her face), and then brought her attention right back to Grier. He was a bit of a charmer, wasn't he? Convenient, then, that she was a snake.

"Let'sss jussst ssay that when I take them off, I am truly sstunning." Literally. When those glasses came off, whoever happened to be in her line of sight got hit with paralysis. "Have you ever heard of a gorgon'ss gaze?" she asked him, tilting her head back a little. Hopefully, he wouldn't try to take her sunglasses off. He would be met with a rude surprise if he did... and that was just messy. How would she ever be able to convince him that all she wanted was a little game of hide the tail then? If, after all, that was all she wanted.

The curious cobra had slithered back in amongst her hair, leaving Nag as the most active of Naja's sentient attachments. Nag seemed to have settled down when Grier made no move to do more than look, ceasing his seemingly endless hissing, much to the gorgon's relief. She had become rather tired of it, and perhaps he sensed that too. A ghoul's patience was only so enduring... unlike another kind of endurance.

She was quite content to give him a look over, herself. The jock had just about the right build, really, with an impressive pair of pythons. And that was not all. There was a lot of him to drink in, so she had to make a head start. Her glances, however, were just a trifle subtler. Naja was subtler. Not by much, but she was. It was enough to make a difference where this was concerned.

"Ssshould I let you get back to your game?" she inquired, weighing the football speculatively. "Your friendss ssseem rather... worked up." Stirred up like a bubbling cauldron that threatened to boil over. Shame on them! Naja was enjoying herself. "I'd really rather not," she said with just a faint touch of a pout. He was fun to play this game with. As new as she was to flirting, she didn't think she was doing so badly.

Then again, her audience was Grier. Expectations could, perhaps, be lowered. Apparently she wasn't familiar with the 'playing it cool' maneuver, because she did not pick up on it. Instead, like he had hoped, it only made her that much more interested in keeping him focused on her. It seemed that chicks (or snakes), did in fact like that whole cool thing. But Naja was cold blooded, so that surely wasn't any kind of surprise. Now, if she had been sunning herself, that would have been a different matter entirely.

Naja was quite happy to keep her secrets for now. If he didn't know that her eyes would paralyze him (however temporarily), she wasn't going to tell him. She definitely planned on keeping her mystique alive. He just happened to be making things easier for her, really. She smiled at him, revealing a nice pair of fangs to please any monster. Hmmn. Naja hadn't thought far enough ahead to wonder what might happen if her flirtation panned out. What in Jack's name would she do with a jock like him? ... Well, he would be very fearsome on her arm, if that was where he wanted to be. They could help each other out. She wouldn't mind being arm candy.

Or maybe something else. Who knew? It was too early to tell. Nag regarded the tentacle monster suspiciously, but did not hiss. He was in his favorite place, cuddled up against her right breast, and lurking there in wait. If someone made a wrong move on his gorgon, he would be the first to know! Naja pushed him back around her arm, not at all willing to deal with an uppity snake-- which was a rather weird thought, as most snakes spent a lot of time crawling on their bellies.

Not so uppity, that. Preening just a little, Naja transferred the football to one hand so that she could twirl a finger in a lock of hair. This was another one of those signs that she had picked up from watching her mother. It seemed that there was so much to learn about flirting, and she hardly had any tricks under her belt. The pouting seemed to have done its job, however, so that one was going to go down on her list.

It was a swiftly growing list, a nice little repertoire for a first year student. Grier chuckled, and it earned him another brilliant, fang clad smile. "Well, that'sss too bad, asss my Fearleaderss will be terribly disssappointed if our team losssess. Are they on it?" It'd be a pity if they were, because Naja did not want to root for a losing team. Well, she did, because she liked her newfound position very much, but she didn't like humiliation.

Neither, she was pretty sure, did Grier. "It isss. I've practiced for fearleading before now, but thisss iss my firssst year at the sschool. I'm Co-Captain," she informed him proudly. She might well have said that she was simply Captain, because that was also true, but she actually liked Shehk, and didn't want to completely steal her thunder. The gorgon caught sight of that mobile tail, and watched it rather curiously. Where exactly did it think that it was going?

Naja was absolutely fascinated by that tail. Her eyes followed it, and she cocked her head to the side again as she watched it. The movement of the tail seemed to hypnotize her just a little. It did nothing for Nag, who did not seem terribly impressed with the tentacle beast. A defiant (though soft) hiss escaped the cobra where he curled, made irritable by the interplay between his mistress and the interloper. The cobra seemed very convinced that if he flared his hood, he would surely be able to frighten the big bad monster away.

Once again, Naja absently moved him out of the way when he crept back onto her chest, and shushed him. She was far too busy smiling like something out of Snakes on a Plane or Clash of the Titans to notice how very sulky her cobra was becoming. It was, irritatingly, rather like having a pet that was physically a part of you. Both confusing and frustrating at once, and there was nothing to be done about it.

Particularly when that pet decided that you were his personal property, to guard at all costs. Naja wasn't so sure where he'd acquired that particular quirk, but it needed to go away. Playfully, she tossed the ball between her hands, noticing how his gaze seemed to chase it. Would he have chased the pigskin if she had let it loose? It wasn't often that a boa let his ball go so easily... but she was willing to roll with it, as it were.

Har har, roll. At his statement, she breathed a little sigh of relief. "Oh good. I had feared that they would be embarrasssing themssselvess on the field... and it would be a sshame to cheer them on." None of those losers had anything to recommend them, in her private opinion. Grier, on the other had, had shown some initiative in coming to find the ball. And then he had so delightfully chosen to fasten that initiative right on Naja! Ahhh, but being a teenage gorgon was thrilling.

Naja did not in the least enjoy being humiliated. Part of that was her (pardonable) pride in her heritage, and herself. Part of it was, well, just plain vanity. She knew it wasn't an attractive trait, so she mostly kept it on the down low, but how could she not be aware of what they all already knew? ... Maybe that was taking things a little too far. Ah well. No matter. The point was that she didn't like being embarrassed, and those boas would've embarrassed her.

They would have embarrassed the school, and through the school Naja. "Oh yess, our Fearleading sssquad has two captainss, and I'm one of them." And she was so proud of that fact. She'd worked hard to get it, of course, but there it was! "Sssure. I'll sshow you one trick, and then maybe you'll ssshow me ssomething too?" That cheeky, devious little grin showed exactly what she planned on having Grier show her. Now, if only she knew!

Confidently, she tossed him the football, and then she pranced out to the field to give herself room. This was one thing that she was very good at, and that she had worked hard to become good at. Her mother had drilled into her the importance of being an excellent gymnast if she wanted to be on the squad, though being a dancer was right up there, too. With relative ease, she fell back into a bridge, smoothly arching her body in a way that only something serpentine truly could.

And then, when she felt that she had caught his attention, she rolled backwards and landed in a split. By that point, Nag was hissing up a proverbial storm, entirely irritated with his mistress. He hated flips. They made him dizzy, and he didn't understand their purpose. When she came out of it, and ducked right back into that looming, a challenging smile on her lips. "Now," she purred. "You sshow me sssomething." It hadn't been a terribly impressive trick, but it had at least showcased her flexibility and agility, if nothing else.