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Thread: Night Wishes....(Vanity Evolved and Babygirl67)

He had to be honest the usual look she had when she came into the place... she seemed so detached. So focused. As if she was lost, but somehow still knew precisely what she wanted. In his mind, he'd come to the conclusion she was one of those lucky few who could shoot up all they wanted and not show a thing... until old age hit, and suddenly, her body was flat out on a free clinic table as people hurriedly tried to switch out overdosed organs for those which were actually capable of keeping one alive. Hence, why she was there so often. Nearby must have been where her dealer met her regularly... with the multitude of shady characters who seemed to meet her there on occasion seemed to only further reinforce the notion. No wonder she'd order half a slice of cake, and even then, only get down one or two spoonfuls. The constant near cryptic comments she spouted now and then only helped to prove that maybe she had been at the certain substances just a tad too long. Ah, just the usual, then? White? And with that presumption, he'd already began to leave, at least giving her some entertainment in the form of his departture - a pair of jeans far too tight, possibly even a female's pair, clung tightly to his skin as was the fashion. Behind the counter, he began to fumble, searching through the multitude of hard and soft liquors, surprisingly, what made up the bulk profit of his workplace's overhead, until pulling out a half empty bottle. It had some kind of fancy faux French name, and 'Made in Columbia' on the label, but people still paid a decently ridiculous price for such an overpriced poseur to a proper vintage. It'd taken a good few minutes, the overworked youth making his way back with the small wine glass taking up a large, empty try, placing the glass infront of her, One glass of wine, and... He blinked as he recieved her offer upon his arrival his mind half-jumped to it being an invitation to go out, but the way she phrased it just came off as strange. ... Come again, Miss Natalia? He replied curiously, taking his time to allow the glass to finally rest on her table.
Thread: Night Wishes....(Vanity Evolved and Babygirl67)

Tilting her head, a cascade of ebony locks trailing over her Dior coat, an emerald gaze pinned him, so intent it was like it picked thru his mind, taking what was wanted and throwing the rest away like so much detritus. I asked you to come with me tonight, I have something to..discuss. An opportunity if you wish to call it that. The pregnant pause as she waited for his reaction was ripe with tension, her heart, had it beat like a human's, would have been pounding like a tribal drum. The noise and bustle of the cafe receded, leaving only the two of them, insulated from the bombarding distractions, focus like a shard of clarity. His heart beat thundered in her ears, the reaction to her question no unexpected. Lashes dipped over her eyes, as she swayed so immersed in his scent, the blood that rushed just below that warm skin that the iron fist of control she usually had slipped and a tiny bit of power broke the dam. When her eyes opened fully, they seemed greener, her lips red and ripe with promise, even her already exotic features now seemed inhumanly beautiful. A tiny pink tongue slipped past her lips, licking teasingly, and encountered wicked fangs. Natalia's head dropped, almost dejected by all intents and purposes, but it was a fight as the desire for him collapsed her will to wait, wanting to enfold him now, pull him....... Shaking her head, exhaling sharply, Natalia crushed the urge and lifted her head again. So Ryu, what do you think? Are you willing to come with me?
Thread: Night Wishes....(Vanity Evolved and Babygirl67)

I'm... not too sure. I mean, I get off soon, but... well, if you wanted to go out on a date or something... His cheeks were somewhat reddened little did he know this was likely something that made her no longer flowing blood rush, as the heated fluid filled his cheeks. You could have justed asked, without all the round-about talking... or having to stop by and getting a coffee, He teased a little, but after a small silence on his end, he finally took the time to speak. But... if you're offering, like I say... I get off soon enough and... I don't know, maybe we could go do something or... find something to pass the time. He finally said, awkwardly reaching out to push a strand of overly thin, straightened black hair from his face.
Thread: Night Wishes....(Vanity Evolved and Babygirl67)

What curved her lips at his answer couldn't really be called a smile, it was more like the expression of a cat who had a very fat bird under one clawed paw. Nodding regally, Natalia unbuttoned her coat, letting it drop to the back of the chair, uncaring of expensive camel hair, now focused on one thing, breaking the news to the lanky boy that posed so sweetly in front of her. Charmed by his labyrinthine answer, when a simple yes would have sufficed, long fingers wrapped around the glass Ryu placed in front of him, a slow sip gliding over her tongue, tickling her palate, but not as much as the cocktail she would be partaking of tonight. That vintage was rare indeed. Oblivious to the glances and stares of the younger, more hormonal boys that populated the cafe, Natalia was patience itself, a quiet island in a whirlwind of energy, a predatory cat in the midst of a room full of mice.
Thread: Night Wishes....(Vanity Evolved and Babygirl67)

And wothout another word, he was gone. Off to bring more generally fattening and poorly cooked junk foods to the few people who actually bothered to come in over the course of a good hour, his glance couldn't help but be attracted her way. The mere thought of whatever it was she had planned was enough to start placing his still growing hormonal drive into overdrive. Vivid images of sultry scenes... the odd backalley kiss... an envisioned mental image of her, delicate thighs drapped with tight, black silk underwear, highlighted only by the odd pink and red bow across the waist, and only helping to highlight the possibly mentally exaggerated clevage the silk kept in check... It was only a few laughs and giggles came from one of the tables of teens he was delivering too, his daydreaming cut short as his knee made an audiable -whack- against one of the cheap wooden tables, enough to snap him free of the subtle erotic thoughts starting to flood his mind, a slight limp following now as he mumbled under his breath on his way back to the kitchen. More patrons randomly came and went, precious little other than his little accident to really liven up the generally stale, dull atmosphere which came pack and parcel with the low quality food and scenary. After a small eternity of abscence, he emerged once again into the public, this time in some far more casual clothes than his enforced uniform. A simple pink and black shirt, relatively tight in the same vein as his jeans, the short sleeves showing off his relatively unimpressive biceps, the odd hint of muscle just visible beneath the cheap cotton. Surprisingly, with the way his stomach curved, and hips stood so pronounced... it was almost disturbingly feminine. Finally, at her table, he came to a stop, instinctively pushing his hair from his face slightly, Well, that's my shift over Miss Natalia... He spoke somewhat awkwardly, not quite sure how to refer to her more casually.
Thread: Night Wishes....(Vanity Evolved and Babygirl67)

Standing, Natalia slipped the Dior back over her shoulders, rubbing her cheek along the soft texture. It was for show anyway, her metabolism didn't require coats in the winter, shorts in the summer. One small hand reached out for his, fingertips coated in a dusky pink, one ring her only ornamentation, heavy gold with a ruby that winked in the light, like freshly spilt blood. Come Ryu....we have much to talk about. He was so placid about this, and Natalia smiled to herself at how easy he let himself be led, so much trust in one so jaded already. The cynicism already colored the way he looked at the world around him and she didn't want that. He needed to be brought to her side, into the fold before he was like all the rest that walked the streets of this dirty little city. Quietly, a smooth black car pulled along side them, lean lines bespeaking wealth and power, and a big man in black stepped out, the door opening in his hand, never speaking, never making eye contact. Natalia motioned for Ryu to get in, her green eyes iridescent in the street light, her face a beautiful mask, curling up beside him as the driver shut the door. They made contact, shoulder to knee, and her head was right by his shoulder, one hand cupping the fragile bone and muscle, her chin resting on it. Do you like your live Ryu? Your job, friends...all of it?
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

This is a roleplay based in the Final Fantasy VIII world, and is likely to incorporate a number of extreme fetishes. Shut up. Ignoring him. Grading tests? He'd give her something to grade... Smirking, or rather sneering to himself, Seifer tore a sheet of paper from his notebook and crumpled it up into a ball. The makeshift projectile left his hand, in search of the teacher. ...I saaaiid ... shut up , Seifer repeated, though Quistis, or 'Ms.Trepe' as the pompous bitch preferred, hadn't even said anything. It was fun to taunt her though, to poke and prod and see how close he could get her to losing it before she took a breath. She'd just been up there, keeping to herself. Keeping him here, when there was no goddamn reason to be. So he and his 'welcoming committee' had taken it upon themselves to show that new girl around Balamb. So they'd convinced her that the boys locker room was really the girls locker room. So they'd tricked her into going inside and undressing just in time for the period to end, and in time for about fifteen sweaty guys to come in after practice, seeing her with who knows how little on. And so, when she cried for directions to the headmaster's office, they instead gave her directions to the training grounds. ...So what? It wasn't Seifer's fault she couldn't take a joke. Or take one of the T-Rexaurs by herself. What a kid. Yet he was getting shafted for it, and got nailed with a month of detention. How many days had it been now? ...forty-three minutes? Well, fuck. Seifer tore and rolled up another paper ball into a gloved hand. To this one he added something a little extra, a wad of phlegm, tossing it halfway across the room in hopes for Quistis' head. The foot on his desk, his chair on a tilt, helped with the arc of his throw. Snickering to himself, Seifer called out, How 'bout you just let me the hell outta here? You hate me, and I sure as hell ain't a fan'a yours, blondie. The pompous bitch. She was like what, a year older than him? She wasn't some 'adult', at least not in the sense that it took to run a classroom. No one respected her. Maybe if he was a female he'd be able to blow the headmaster to get a promotion too. Unless you're some masochistic cunt who gets off on me calling you names and throwing things at your head when I'm bored, and trust me, this ain't the most exciting thing I've ever had to be a part of, you can let me just leave now and we'll both be happy. Look, I'll even lay low for awhile. A lie. No one even has to know I'm out. I'll go catch a flick, or sit in my dorm and read some gunblade magazine or somethin'. Or find that brunette bitch and torment her further for not being able to take a joke in the first place. How 'bout we just call things where they are? I mean, shit. Feels like a month already to me...
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

Instructor Trepe, or Quistis, simply sat and graded the papers turned in by her class earlier in the day. Seifer, her most obnoxius and trouble-making student, had been caught tormenting the new transfer. Now she was stuck baby-sitting the little punk as requested by Headmaster Cid. She respected the headmaster enough to not refuse his requests. Both times he chucked the balls of wadded paper, she simply lifted her grade book to let them bounce off to the desk or floor. She lowered the book the second time, glaring at him from behind the lenses of her glasses. His attitude and actions were beginning to irritate her, not to mention the way he spoke to her. No one talked down to her the way Seifer did. So what if she was only a year older than most her students. So what if she was an eighteen-year-old instructor. That didn't give this little shit any reason to be treating her this way. Though Seifer had always had problems with authority figures, he always seemed to take his hate out on her. Talking to her like some stuck-up bitch who thrived on making him suffer. Hah! This was the last place she wanted to be. However, as a instructor - whether rookie or not - she had to fufill her dutiess and administer his month of detention as punishment. Her eyes slid to the clock and inwardly she groaned. Fourty-five minutes? It had only been fourty-five minutes and already she was beginning to become pissed at the young gunblade user. How was she going to do this for a month? Quistis turned her eyes back to Seifer as he began to try and talk his way out of detention. She knew better than to believe his words. He was more than likely lying just to get out of here. You're not going anywhere. You were given a punishment for your despicable treatment of one of our students. As your instructor, I will make sure the punishment is administered, she replied simply, marking something down in her open grade book. She didn't even bother to look up at him as she spoke. No doubt, given the burning hole she felt, he was glowering at her like a caged beast. Simply continued marking her papers, for the most part doing her best to ignore him.
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

Cuuuuuuunnnntt ttt , he called out, palms cupping either side of his mouth as if he were calling to someone across a field, and with an extra emphasis on the 't'. Would that get her attention? After a moment Seifer smirked, smirked openly, brazenly challenging her authority. And then he shrugged. And then he cocked his head to a side with the confidence that made him so likeable, and began to speak with the bluntness that had earned him the admiration of his peers. Some of them anyway. Some of them were babies, or punks, and didn't matter much in the longrun. Hey, you know why people don't like you, Ms.Trepe ? Oh, that pronunciation had something to it alright. Something nasty. Something just begging her to bite, to show that he was getting to her. It's because you're a bitch. No, really, follow me on this one. The smirk widened. Fine. She could keep her head down, grade her papers, or at least be pretending to. He knew she was listening. What are you, like ten, eleven months ahead of me? That's not even a full year. And here I am, head of my class when it comes to field exams, ace'n any challenge Garden puts me up against, and yet you're two steps up the ladder ahead of me. People see that, you know. They resent that. They resent the fact that you're a chick, not 'cause you're a chick that's in charge, but 'cause you probably got those two promotions while on your knees. And there it was. That would get a rise. Snap a pencil, cause a vicious glare. Something. And like a viper with the scent of blood, Seifer continued, all of this just a game to him, a relief of boredom. Look, it ain't nothin' personal. I don't like you, but that's beside the point. People talk. They say you probably blew old man Cid a few times to get where you are, and you know what? People resent that. Especially guys like myself who bust their ass and carry the rest of 'em out in the field, yet I gotta sit here and put up with you? What the fuck kind of relevancy does all your paperwork have when I'm the one makin' things happen? See, if you can give good head, Ms.Trepe , or if you got a nice tight little twat, then more power to ya. Just don't be all high and mighty about your job, out to make my day shit just 'cause you can. Seifer cast a quick glance to the clock. Fourty-eight minutes. That means another fourty-two of this, of her. Of just them. And then another day of it, every day, for the next goddamn month. This was going to get the rise he sought because it had to. Tick. Tick. Tick. The second hand was beyond irritating. One of them had to snap. One of them had to, if only for something to do.
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

Ooooh, he was pushing buttons indeed. He knew damn well he was. She could hear beneath the nasty tone of his voice that he was amused by his instigating words. He wanted her to snap at him. He was testing her patience and her patience was being tested. Sorely so. Don't let it get to you , she reminded herself, though that sentiment was short lived. When he insinuated that she got where she was by sucking cock and spreading her legs, her fingers tightened so hard on her pencil, that it snapped in two. Her head lifted long enough for her to send the little shit a glare, handing reaching to take another pencil from her desk. Say what you want, I won't matter. Doesn't change the fact that I'm your instructor. Doesn't change the fact I passed the SeeD test at 15, two whole years before you - wait, you haven't even passed it yet, so it's two years and counting. The words were all said calmly, though she meant to insult him as he had insulted her. I got to where I am by hard work and dedication, not spreading my legs like a common whore. Not that you know what hard work or dedication is like, she mused as she lowered her eyes back to the grade book. Marking something here or there. Fifty-two minutes now. Was it going to be this way the entire month? God, she hoped not. Quistis would end up killing him where he sat, if it was. She could not take a month of him insulting her, questioning her chasityor lack there of, and the like. It was pissing her off. She was ever the cool, frigid bitch, or cunt as he liked to call her. She wasn't about to lose her license over someone like him.
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

O- ho! And there it was. He'd gotten a rise. A few rises it seemed, and back to back, each of them like sweet candy. What to do now? Things were escalating. Escalating, by his hand. Interesting. Entertaining. He'd been in this position a thousand times before. One of them would back down, acknowledging the other as the alpha, and then Seifer would smirk in relishment of his victory. That's how it went. That's how this would go. So, he just had to take things to the next step. Whatever that was. He'd wing it. Seifer stood from his seat with her comments, slowly, deliberately slow, narrowing his eyes on his teacher. On his jailer. What the hell was he going to do? Take a breath. A deep one. Keep his back straight, his eyes on her. The dissatisfied glare was often enough, didn't need anything with it, not initially. That gave him time to think. He stood from his desk and shuffled aside, out of the way of the seat, eyes on Instructor Trepe. Cunt, Seifer repeated as he approached her desk, a saunter to his step, long grey coat swaying slightly with the movement of booted feet. Was it loud enough to be heard? Maybe. It just kind of came out, but it fit. Fit her well. I'm gonna say something, Ms.Trepe , and I'm gonna say it once. ...I'll say it once because I don't like having to repeat myself, he said as he reached her desk, bringing a leg up to sit upon the edge. And I'll say it once because I'm the type of person that demands respect . With that Seifer reached forward a gloved palm, cupping Quistis' chin and cheeks within his fingers. He turned her head to him, away from her goddamn papers, away from whatever else a frightened doe might look at to forget about the wolf. He made sure she looked at him as he spoke. That's two and counting because despite how great I am at the field exams, I still got bitches like you holdin' me back, demanding I meet some certain bullshit criteria on paper... Well fuck your papers, you whore! You know what they mean in the field? Nothing! He released her face from his grip, though remained intimidatingly close, literally half-sitting on the side of her desk. Right on top of the pile of papers she was correcting. Apologize.
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

As far as Quistis had been concerned, the conversation had been over at the point. She didn't listen to him, didn't even acknowledge that he was speaking to her. What was the point? All he was doing was trying to make her snap at him, to make her lose the cool she was well known for. She didn't even look up when she heard his boots padding across the floor. He didn't give her a choice in ignoring him any longer as he placed himself on her desk and grabbed her chin, making her look at him. Arrogant ass . He deserved to be shoved out on his ass. Hah! See how far he made it without those papers he spoke so bitterly of. She simply stared at him as he spoke, giving no hint of emotion as he forced her to look into his eyes. When he let go, she stood, palms on the desk. I'm not apologizing to you, she said calmly. You are arrogant. Selfish. And cruel. All these years you've been held back is because of those things. Sure, your paper scores suck, but you can't just get anything you want by force. It takes brains and brawns. Every respectable SeeD knows that. Her eyes were narrowed as she spoke to him. Hoping the words hit home. No way in hell was she going to apologize to him. Now get off my desk and get back to your seat.
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

Where was this going? Where was it going... He didn't know. In too deep to back down. In too deep to write it off. Oh boy. What a bitch this one was, just couldn't accept defeat, could she? No, he said simply, slamming a gloved palm down onto the desk just inches from her hand. He did stand though, despite his adamant declination as to otherwise. Seifer stood but didn't return to his seat. Rather, he moved to stand close to Quistis. Beside her. Right beside her. Intimidatingly close, making sure his hot breath could be felt upon the skin of her soft feminine neck. You'd be surprised how much you can get... by force. And I'm not going anywhere, Ms.Trepe, until I have that apology from you. Ms.Trepe. Ever the arrogant bastard, Seifer smirked, knowing how every time he spoke her name in such a way it must come across as nothing short of a viper. Stinging, and establishing himself further. Name-calling... Insulting my scores... Seifer hooked her chair with a corner of his foot, taking advantage of her already standing, and kicked it aside. The chair skidded back a few feet before toppling over an end. Apologize. A stray hand wandered upon the curve of the half-bent instructor's rump, giving it a slow, gentle caress. We don't have to spend the next month arguing, you know... When was the last time they'd been this close? We could try to get along.
Thread: Resolve (Anjeru)

He was pushing it too far now. She knew that, but didn't let it show as he stood so close that his hot breath fell across the skin of her neck and shifted the strands of her blonde hair. Apologize? Hah! Not for the same shit he pulled daily. Hell no. A supressed shudder. Another glare. Her hands fisted on her desk. And then he had the nerve to caress her ass, as if he had some right to her. Angrily, she smacked his hand off of her shapely behind with a - Don't touch me. She stood straight, refusing to let the arrogant bastard intimidate her. For the last time, I'm not apologizing to you. Especially not for the same shit you pull on me daily , she said as she stepped back from him. Force isn't going to get you anywhere in this world and the sooner you realize that, the better. Especially if becoming a SeeD is what you want. Her eyes narrowed at him from behind the lenses of her glasses. She tucked her hair behind an ear and then stubbornly crossed her arms across her ample breasts. I am your instructor, Seifer. You are my student. Now, get back to your seat, she told him. If he didn't listen and continued this assualt - if that is what you could call it - on her, she would have no choice but to report him to Headmaster Cid. Which would ultimately result in suspension, or him continuing his detention under a different instructor. When he made no move as of yet, she glared harder. Back. To. Your. Seat.