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 Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 1:44 pm
Class had just ended and Cassadega couldn't wait to get outside. Her heart was still thumping to the beat of the last song they'd been choreographing. Bright green hair was tossed off to one side, tips brushing her shoulder and the shaved side of her hair exposed, and there was slight trickles of sweat sliding down the side of her face and down her neck.
Because she'd just come from dance, she was dressed in a pair of black leggings with a green that matched her hair swirling all across it and an oversized sweater who's shoulder had been jaggedly cut off so that it exposed the skin of her collarbone and caramel colored shoulder. Over her other, clothed, shoulder was the strap of a dufflebag that bounced against her hip as she strode confidently across the DCU campus in her padded hightops.
A nice pair of full ear, wireless headphones rested on her ears, the band wrapping around the back of her head instead of the top as she bobbed her head to the music. As always, Cass didn't travel with out something rich and with a sick beat that could vibrate down to her core.
Unfortunately, she wasn't navigating the passing student as well as she should have and she knocked her shoulder hard enough into a passing man that her bag slipped from her shoulder and slapped into him, landing at his feet.
"Ah, whoops." She gasped, jerking back and sliding the headphones down around her neck. "s**t, let me - " she couldn't figure out where the strap had gone. Was it wrapped around his leg? kaefaux lmk if i need to change anything
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 10:14 am
He'd be graduating in May from Romano's. That was the weird thing to think abut, and largely why he was visiting Destiny City University that day. A group from Romano's was present, though Jericho had said ******** it after a while and wandered off on his own, wanting to get to know the campus and maybe garnish something of a feel for the students that weren't practicing rehearsed speeches. There was still a large uncertainty on his part to exactly what he'd even go to college for.
His adopted parents were insistent he go, and he was aware that Ilian wasn't even going to school now, least so far as he knew last time he'd spoken briefly to him. Going to college just... didn't fully feel right. Hell, Jericho had figured he'd just go off and get a full time job, move out of the house, start living his life. Not... dealing with this.
Thoughts swirled and distracted, and when a shoulder bumped against him, enough to actually jostle his head and dislodge the cloud in his vision, Jericho paused, scowling down at the offender. The hit of the bag against his leg hardly hurt, the dark slacks of his uniform rumpled faintly by the brush. White button up had long since been undone, showing the regular white tee beneath. Jericho had ditched the hat back at the dorm, at least almost passing as a student from any other school. Ignoring the patch with his surname stitched to the right breast of his button up, and the military cut of the shirt.
"It's fine," he sighed, the sound still gruff even as he took a step back to untangle his foot from the strap that had, indeed, wrapped somewhat around it. His fist closed around the handle, lifting the bag to hand back to her. The music was blaring from the headphones around her neck, and Jericho felt no shame in letting his gaze flicker over what of her figure was shown off in her outfit. If he'd met her out in the city somewhere, he'd assume she was into alternative fashion and lifestyles--raves, punk, industrial--just from the cut of her hair alone. Being on the college campus didn't dismiss any of it, but at least suggested she wasn't someone out getting drugged and liquored up until past six in the morning.
Like some of his usual targets for draining, their dealers usually his prime targets for filling his starseed quota.
"Can you point me towards the gym?" Or so was his assumption for where she'd just wandered out of, looking like that.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 8:06 am
She nearly rolled her eyes at him for the gruffness in his voice before she realized that he was taking his time checking her out as he offered her her bag strap. Accepting it, she slung it across her torso, strap settling between her breasts, cross body to avoid a repeat incident. Cass had to adjust her headphones, to keep them from bending beneath the weight of the strap that pressed into her shoulder.
"Thanks," she said breezily, wiggling fingers at him while a cat-grin spread across her mouth and she returned his once over with her own. The sweep of her lime green gaze was a slow one, starting at his feet and crawling up, lingering on the stitched Cross and the nice expanse of his chest before finally lifting. From the way she toyed with her lip ring, all signs pointed to her enjoying what she was looking at.
"Sure, keep going the way you're already headed and when you hit the fork in the road take a right, it'll be the third building on your left." Simple enough instructions but...
Cass stepped towards him, glancing at his name patch then back up at him. Anyone taller than her garnered her interest easily, because she liked seeing if they had a backbone to hold up all that height. "Alternatively, instead of letting you wander around like a lost chicklet, I could take you there." Her gaze flicked over again, just as her hand lifted and fingers ran along the carefully stitched Cross. "Assuming that's the last name, but what do you say Mr. Cross?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 12:30 am
The practical side of his brain knew the placement of the strap was just that. Practical. Kept the bag from slipping off her shoulder again, even in the case of another hit with another body. The not so practical part of his brain however was far more interested in the definition it gave to her breasts, and there wasn't an ounce of attempting to hide the appreciative look. Nor did he fail to notice her own gaze moving along him--hell, he wondered if for a moment he could feel the slide of it up his form bit by bit.
Pride was pride. Church would scoff and say it was a sin, but he was far too aware how the uniform only went so far to display physiques beneath. Her attire was far more suited to a teasing glimpse of a show and never tell. What other piercings did she have to play with?
Jericho nodded his head as he looked in the direction she indicated in her instructions, looking back to her quickly enough. Easy enough. Definitely not a chance of getting lost, though he was almost reluctant to cut the meeting so short. He began to open his mouth, just to as a few simple, bullshit, clearly trying to buy time questions, when she stepped forward, his lips shutting and teeth clicking together softly as he watched her. A dark brow lifted slightly in intrigue as she offered to continue the encounter, a slow smile sliding across his face. There was nothing sweet or innocent or boyish about the look, heavy with curiosity and male appreciation for how she was moving things along. "I'm pretty good with directions, but I don't see the point of risking an error and losing my way, thank you for the offer," he said slowly, a bit more interested in where her hand was moving than in responding to the offer. Still, he flicked his ivy irises towards her lime green gaze, a spark of something almost playful flickering. "It is, so where's yours? Stitched somewhere only curious hands can find, or only for your eyes to see?"
Flirting wasn't his... thing. Blatantly, it was the lack of experience. Not that he was unfamiliar with fooling around with people, if the situation really prompted it, or he happened to be around a semi-familiar person with equal interests when he was in the mood. But when the choices came between Negaverse duties, civilian life, Ilian, Lace, or his hobbies, well. Jericho didn't bother to make those additional branches in his closer network unless there was a real interest on his part. Now? He wasn't making strings. Just making conversation. And he liked the body and the voice and the boldness of the girl he was making that conversation with.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 10:38 am
There was no indication that Cass didn't enjoy the appreciative glances that her new friend was giving her. In fact, she seemed to stand a little taller, shoulders straightening and drawing even more attention to her chest as if she really needed reasons to. Amusement flickered across her tanned face as his teeth clattered in response to her forwardness.
This was her favorite part of first meetings. Or being around people in general, watching how the responded to everything that made up Cassadega Bright.
"I'm sure you're capable," she purred, finger tracing the stitched name once again before she let her hand drop, slowly, down his chest until it fell back to her side. "But a little help never hurts, right?" Flirting might not have been the man's thing, but it was certainly hers and she seemed to be rather shameless about it too. "I don't make it a habit of embroidering my clothes with my name, but it might be somewhere on me if you wanna search."
Cass stepped back and spread her arms, inviting him to pat her down if he wanted.
"Or, I'm willing to trade, my name for yours. Unless you like being called Mr. Cross."
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 11:50 am
It occurred to Jericho, as her hand slid across the stitched name and down his chest slow enough for his muscles to flex and clench under the faint heat, that he was curious how far someone like her could lead another. Down rabbit holes, probably. But how far?
When she stepped back and stretched out and spread her arms, he gave a low whistle as he let his eyes again follow each line and curve presented. It was very tempting... "I can think of a few better places to go searching for secrets," he finally said, drawing in a slow breath as his lips pressed tight in clear wistful regret. There'd likely not be another chance to get hands on a babe like her, but he wasn't overly keen to public places.
So instead he offered a hand and a smirk. "Definitely better places to be called Mr. Cross, but I'd prefer Jericho."
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 11:17 am
The smile Cassadega wore on her face was mischevious, flirty, and wide. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and she lowered her arms, slowly, before she was stepping forward to creep into his space again.
They mutually liked what they could see and she was interested enough to want to coax him somewhere private so they could 'get to know' each other better.
"Well, how badly do you want to search for secrets?" She teased. Green eyes cut to the offered hand and she took it, slender fingers wrapping around much large ones when she moved to stretch onto her toes and put her lips closer to his ear.
"If you're into roleplay Mr. Cross, I can work with that," she whispered, keeping that part of the teasing intimacy between the two of them before she sank back onto her heels.
"Cassadega. Bright, if you want to be able to stalk me later. You can also call me Cass," she offered her name with a wink then shifted so that she could slide her other hand into the palm of his outstretched one, slowly pushing her fingers through the spaces of his.
"I was thinking that you and I could find better places to get more acquainted. What do you think?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 12:58 pm
Jericho had started the day knowing he'd be getting a tour of the university. He'd broken off from the group to really get a better feel for it and learn more about if the place was actually worth attending.
As the green eyes moved closer to him, he didn't back away, letting his hand curl around hers and even lean down slightly towards her as she raised up on her toes. Silence met her... note, but the sparks in his eyes and smirk across his face were likely plenty for an answer. Was he into... roleplay? He wasn't entirely sure, and like flirting he wasn't experienced with much else beyond a bit of playing around. But he didn't balk or fidget. Deal with whatever bridge actually comes up. Enjoy the ride till then.
"I'm down for a bit of exploring," he said simply, his fingers flexing around hers. "If you've got any recommendations I'm all ears, Ms. Bright." The name fit her. It was exactly what she was. Vibrant. Cassadega. New one, and he tried it on his tongue and found it slid smoothly. Pretty name, pretty girl.
Jericho went willingly down that rabbit hole with Cass, curious where things would go. Definitely got a more memorable tour than he figured he would that day.
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