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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:51 am
This is a one-on-one roleplay between scionofapolo and I Want to Be Your Light.
WARNING!
As most of you know, both Raito and I enjoy tap dancing on the pg-13 line, so just so people know it may get a little steamy. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:58 pm
 Marie Gahlager
How long can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A man of many words, but a man of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope. I sighed, looking at the large wrought iron gates of what was my new home. I could still hear my father's words echoing in my ears. "Marie, your mother and I know we've been working a lot, and because of that we feel that we've neglected you. We feel that because you've had to care for yourself so much you've lost focus on several things that matter. So, we've decided to enroll you in a new school that has a dorm, cafeteria, and a lot of other things that will help so you don't have to worry about them anymore." Even though the words were presented with a smile a blind man could see that they were nothing more than obsfucatory to the truth. My parents had decided that they didn't like that I had gone goth, started smoking, how many piercings I'd gotten, or my friends, especially Zach, my boyfriend. My mother had literally fainted when I had gotten my tattoos. As a result they had decided to send me to Winchester, a private, gated all girls school. "God, I need a cigarette." I muttered, and walked through the gates and toward what I hoped was the main building. The sooner I could get to my stuff the sooner I could pull out the two packs that I had stashed and maybe stop twitching. "Hello, are you Marie Gahlager?" I turned to see a girl in the school's uniform, a white blouse with a tan vest and a shin length skirt of the same tan as the vest. I saw as the girl assessed me, with my chain laden black pants, purple tank top, multiple piercings, and the tribal tattoos that wrapped around my biceps. Within the course of about two seconds I saw her categorize me as a loser, troublemaker, slut, or combination of the three. I nodded in response to her question, "Yes, I was wondering where the office is, I believe that I'm supposed to check in there to get my dorm room number." First day and I was already being judged, wonderful. I hoped to god I didn't end up with some prissy room mate who would sneer at me for the way I chose to live my life. I'd end up running away before too long if it was the case. "I'm actually supposed to take you there. Mrs Minerva, the principal, would like to see you." The girl said, her tone suggesting that she'd prefer to put bare hands into fecal matter than be around me even if it was to show me where to go. She half turned, preparing to head to another building than the one I'd initially been heading towards. Mrs Minerva was a woman in probably her late forties that looked like she was made of iron rather than flesh and blood. Her back was ramrod straight, brown in a tight bun, and her dark eyes missing nothing. When we entered the room her eyes flicked momentarily to the other girl and then to me. "You must be Marie Gahlager, welcome to Winchester." Her voice had the clipped phrasing of someone who was ex-military. As she turned to face me straight on I saw the cane in one hand, I also noticed that her right pant leg hung differently than the left, a prosthetic maybe or a brace? It didn't matter right then, though, and I met the woman's eyes. "Your possessions are in your room, however we did go through them to make sure that there was no contraband, such as cigarettes, and removed the items in question. However we did leave a number of gifts that your friends had given you as goodbye presents." Her expression didn't change, but something about her softened a little. "You have several good friends, and the 'emergency kit' that your friend, David, had put together for you suggests that they might have a better grasp on the world than a number of the students here. If you would wait here in the office your new room mate should be here shortly to give you your tour of the school." As she finished saying this the office door opened, "Speak of the devil," she muttered, looking to the newcomer.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:09 am
 Felixia Noire
I was looking for a breath of life.
For a little touch of heavenly light.
But all the choirs in my head say, no.
To get a dream of life again.
A little vision of the sight at the end.
But all the choirs in my head say, no. Winchester was a hell for girls, a private one, but a hell none the less. Especially for troubled teen girls. Felixia was not one of those troubled teens. She had chosen to come here, she'd chosen to study in a place with the perfect distraction, and she'd chosen to offer her room to a new girl. Felixia was known as a flirt and lady killer. There was rumors that even straight girls were gay for her. She was perfectly fine with that. I walked down the hall way. My short skirt, well pressed blouse, and high socks with shoes hiding all of my tattoos. Only the ones near my eyes and at the top of my neck were visible. I walked up to the office and someone opened the door for me. I bowed to them and then stepped into Mrs. Minerva's office. I bowed to the room deeply. "Good day." I sounded polite, but it didn't last. Suddenly I slouched and stretched a bit. "Aunt Minerva I hope you don't mind, but I'm suffering here." I unbuttoned the first four buttons on my blouse and sighed in relief. Looking over the goth chick I would have as a roommate I smiled warmly. "It's so very nice to meet you. I'm Felixia Noire, I'll be your roommate this year."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:31 pm
Marie Gahlager
How long can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A man of many words, but a man of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope. It was hard for me not to stare at the girl who had come in. She carried a mantle of sensuality with her, without it falling into an aura of hedonism, that would turn most people's eyes. She was able to turn the rather conservative school uniform into something else with nothing else but her very presence. My mind was enveloped entirely in a war of several shades of envy, so much so that I completely missed the words that came from her mouth. When she started to unbutton her shirt, revealing the pale skin and dark red bra underneath, I swear my brain turned to mush. Envy was the unrivaled emotion that washed through me. The thought of my own looks not even holding a candle to this girl's had me wishing I had been gifted as she had. The sheer confidence that the girl exuded made me want to step aside because I felt like even if I was to be the most forceful I could she would wave it aside as someone brushes aside cobwebs from their path. Weaving through these and other thoughts was a want that was so convoluted that I could barely make heads or tales of it, however I could taste the hedonistic desire that formed its core. It was this that made me recoil from the jumble of thoughts. I had been with Zach not even a day ago and suddenly I was feeling such desire for another? Zach lay next to me, still breathing heavily. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through the entire mattress and for not the first time was I amazed at how strong it was. He had told me back even before we started dating that he had a heart that was literally too big, I think he called it cardiomegaly as the technical term, but I'm not sure. Due to this it became dangerous for him to exert himself at times, which was why I was worried right now. "You doing okay Zach?" He lay there for a second, eyes closed, just breathing. "I'm fine," he murmured, pulling me closer, and kissing me on the forehead. "I'm basking. That was amazing, people kept on saying that it was an experience, but I never had any inclination as to how much so. I love you." I kept quiet, internally having my own dispute. Zach was such a good guy, his heart was more than just physically too big, and yet I just felt wrong. I mean it was physically pleasing, but at the same time I felt so disconnected. I had heard that it was a huge moment of intimacy that it was hard to notice anything else, but I kept on wondering what I was doing wrong. Was something wrong with me? With what I had been doing? I sighed and slid my hand along his bare torso, my head coming to rest in the hollow of his shoulder. I was so confused. I shook my head, feeling like I was defiling the mere memory of my being with Zach by this desire that I was having. This person was to be my room mate. I was going to finish school and get back to my life. That's what was going to happen, at least that's what I told myself.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:01 am
Felixia Noire
I was looking for a breath of life.
For a little touch of heavenly light.
But all the choirs in my head say, no.
To get a dream of life again.
A little vision of the sight at the end.
But all the choirs in my head say, no. Mrs Minerva just rolled her eyes at Felixia. She didn't seem pleased at all with the state the younger woman was in. It was only around Mrs. Minerva, or off campus that the "idol" acted this way. The headmistress knew this, but that didn't stop her from frowning deeply. "Noire, you will be showing Ms. Ghlager around school. I expect you will be as polite as you would be to the queen. No funny business." She warned the girl with a stern look. I gave the purest look of innocence when Aunt Minerva glared at me in such a way. Anyone else would have left the office with white hair after getting a glare like that. I just radiated more and bowed deeply to her. "As you wish of me, so shall pass." I made it sound medieval knowing it would annoy her more. I loved my aunt, but she knew me too well. I turned to the new student who hadn't given me her full name yet. Hell she hadn't said a word to me. Obviously she was awestruck by my appearance. Who could blame her? I certainly couldn't. But, it did warrant some harassment. I wrapped an arm around the new girls hips and pulled her next to me. "Alright! I just know we'll be best friends!" I gave off a girlish giggle and turned, only to hear a cough from Mrs. Minerva. I grinned and re-buttoned my shirt with the free hand. Someone got the door for us and I lead the girl out of the office. It took a grand total of 30 seconds before every face in the hall was staring at us. Mostly at the new girl with envious eyes. Though I acted like I didn't notice in the least. "So where do you wanna go first? I could show you the library, or the game room? Oh but you probably want to see your classes, or maybe our room?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:49 pm
Marie Gahlager
How long can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A man of many words, but a man of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope. "Noire, you will be showing Ms. Ghalager around school. I expect you will be as polite as you would to the queen. No funny business." Mrs. Minerva's words cut through my internal reverie like a warm knife through butter. She also, now that I was paying attention, had the same sort of aura of command to her, though in some ways it was due to the mantle of experience rather than the presence of sheer willpower. It made me wonder how often these two butted heads out of obstinate conflict of their commanding presences. The girl. Noire, walked over and wrapped an arm around my waist, "Alright! I just know we'll be best friends!" she said, giggling, and leading me to the door. I didn't want to be there, I was having a storm of emotion inside, that just wanted to get out. Anger, worry, sorrow, confusion, it all swirled inside me and made me wonder how well I was doing at keeping a straight face. It took a grand total of the slow count of five before every face in the hall was staring at us. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, it was becoming obvious that my new room mate was one of the more popular girls, and they were looking at me like I was some animal's defecation on their shoe. "So where do you wanna go first? I could show you the library, or the game room? Oh but you probably want to see your classes, or maybe our room?" I felt a shudder run down my back, how on earth was she able to make the thought of simply being shown to my new room sound dirty? I tried to keep my face straight as I responded, "The room at first, than the classrooms, that way I can start to orient myself," I wasn't sure about it one hundred percent, but I thought I felt my voice crack in there slightly. Oh god please no. Even if it had I really hoped Noire hadn't heard it, that would just be horrible. Or would it? She is cute. a slight part of me said, which I tried to shove back down immediately. No, I can't think like that. I just lost basically the entire social life that I had built for myself, along with my boyfriend. These thoughts are just an impulsive reaction to it...I hope.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 5:45 am
Felixia Noire
I was looking for a breath of life.
For a little touch of heavenly light.
But all the choirs in my head say, no.
To get a dream of life again.
A little vision of the sight at the end.
But all the choirs in my head say, no. My new roommate was so adorable. She was vulnerable and naive. The way she looked at me and spoke was so sweet. It made it hard for me not to just push her up against a wall and kiss her. But, I was a good school idol. Just showing a sweet new student around the building. Once we got out of the sight of others...well that's when the story became a little different. Best friends was definitely possible....as long as I got to taste those licorice lips. Then my dear Marie declared she wanted to be shown -our- room. My lips curled with a twinge of mischief. A look that a playful fox gave. Leaning closer then I really needed to I nodded, my breath hitting her neck softly. "The bed awaits..." I whispered before taking her hand and pulling her with me. I walked quickly and then turned back. "You can have the bed on the right, the dorms are separated equally. I always have to have the left side of the bed against the wall, otherwise I can't sleep." I spoke with light small talk. Like I hadn't just suggested something improper or odd at all. I wasn't easily embarrassed by anything. And I could be very blunt about it too.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 5:27 pm
Marie Gahlager
How long can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A man of many words, but a man of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope. Another shiver went down my spine at that, how is she able to do this? I could feel goosebumps race out from my neck and down my back like aftershocks. She'd not even touched me! A traitorous part of my mind treated me to the mental tactile phantom sensation of her hands on me. Goddamnit! Another shiver went down my spine at that, and the goosebumps made me feel like I was freezing. I tried to keep my face straight as I walked into the room. I wished I didn’t have to be here, that I could be home, or if I had moved that I could have gone to Zach’s. ”Sounds alright. Do you know when I’ll get my stuff?” I didn’t want to meet her eyes, I hoped she wasn’t around when I unpacked. I’d probably end up crying when I did. I was still reeling a bit from what my parents had done. They’d taken me, uprooted and then tossed me aside like trash. Blood as thin as water. I could feel tears welling up behind my eyes. Damnit, not now. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. My parents, then on top of that my emotions were going haywire! I looked at the wall, hoping that I could get my emotions settled, or at least behind a mask, hoping the other girl didn’t notice. I wished I had a cigarette, so bad…
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 10:44 am
Felixia Noire
I was looking for a breath of life.
For a little touch of heavenly light.
But all the choirs in my head say, no.
To get a dream of life again.
A little vision of the sight at the end.
But all the choirs in my head say, no.
The rooms were modest at best. with an off white wall color and soft brown carpet. Luckily you could decorate to your comfort. As long as you didn't paint the walls or tear things up. My decor involved silks, satins, and warm velvets. I had shear curtains of fabric hanging from hooks on the ceiling to make a make-shift canopy above my bed. pillows and throw rugs brought color to the floor. it was nothing short of a sultans lounge.
I thought of her question and then noticed something. Her shoulders slouched and her face fell. I didn't like to see Marie like this. No...I didn't like to see any pretty face fall like that. My cheek twitched softly, but my eyes seemed cold. She was looking away from me. My expression softened and I huged her from behind. My voice a fullfilling pur. "I'll get your stuff for you. If you promise me something..." I nuzzled her cheek sweetly and smiled. "...hmm.." I trailed off and pulled her over to my bed falling to lie down behind her."You won't cry alone. I'm new to you, but I won't let my friend cry alone. So if you need to cry, you come get me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:57 pm
Marie Gahlager
How long can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A man of many words, but a man of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope. "And if I didn't?" I couldn't stand it anymore, the hurt and confusion boiled out of me as a layer of bile settled in my voice. I turned and glared at the girl, who had just made this day all the more difficult. "As if it's not hard enough to be completely uprooted and thrown aside, you come along and make things difficult!" I felt something on my cheek and swiped at it angrily. When, the hell, did I start crying. My voice left me as I fell to my knees, completely overwrought.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 12:32 pm
Felixia Noire
I was looking for a breath of life.
For a little touch of heavenly light.
But all the choirs in my head say, no.
To get a dream of life again.
A little vision of the sight at the end.
But all the choirs in my head say, no. It wasn't the reaction I expected, neither the one I wanted. She was still adorable, but my little gothic fairy wouldn't be won with pretty words. She was crying now. It pissed me off and made me feel a little sick. I puffed out my cheeks and let out a long sigh. "Fine." I grinned and kneeled down gripping her chin firmly without hurting her. "Then I want a different payment." I smiled and kissed her deeply before lettin her go and spinning on my heel. "I'll be back with your stuff. if you're still crying when I get back, I'll give you another kiss. I left her as she wanted...for now.
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 8:39 pm
Marie Gahlager
How long can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A man of many words, but a man of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope. I swear my mind short circuited when she kissed me. I'm pretty sure my heart didn't stop as I could hear it pounding in my head like a freaking heavy metal band's drum. I couldn't do anything as she left, my mind was so blitzed by the reaction. Damn, had Zach kissing me done that? Then my mind caught up with what had happened. Oh god! Had I just cheated on Zach? I should've pushed away, I should've done something instead of just letting her do that! What was wrong with me? You liked it. I know. You want her to do it again. NO! I don't! Liar..."Goddamn it." I hissed,
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:56 am
Felixia Noire
I was looking for a breath of life.
For a little touch of heavenly light.
But all the choirs in my head say, no.
To get a dream of life again.
A little vision of the sight at the end.
But all the choirs in my head say, no. I went back to Mrs. Perfect as soon as I entered the hallway. I had my own reputation to uphold and fangirls to impress. Maybe while I was grabbing the stuff I would stop by to see some of my favorite pets. A few girls who liked to faun over me and were pretty cute to boot. My ego could use a boost after all. Jeneane Lotte was probably my current favorite. She was a slim pretty little thing. Prim and proper with her golden curls and sweet pouty lips. I could always find her nibbling her thumb and reading some lacy romance book. She was sitting in her usual place by the fountain when I sauntered up to her. She stopped reading almost immediately and blushed softly. I could spare a few minutes with her. After all letting Marie stew in her woe would only make my victory that much sweeter. I left the pretty blond and finished my task. Getting all the basics that Marie would need to attend her classes. I'd given her time to get her mind back together and it was time to confuse her all over again. Coldly I entered the room. Holding the air of an older woman who was in charge. Something I learned from my aunt. I actually appeared the honor student I was this time. Maybe I'd been too quick to play the provocative roommate. "I hope you're not still sulking." I accused and set the items on her desk. "This is everything you'll need for your classes. I suggest reviewing some of the material before tomorrow." I went to my dresser and removed some clothing. "You can do that while I take my shower. I don't like noise when I'm freshening up. I suggest you remember that." I glanced at her coldly and gave a small nod before entering the adjourning bathroom to take a shower.
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