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Thread: A Punk and A Killer (MonokumaFever and SethElwood)

Complex on the edge of town? There was only one place like that. Oh you're living in Pink Palace? That's a nice place. He remarked as she placed her hands on him. I actually live close to there. He said with a smile. Then she mentioned starting a new school. If you live in Pink Palace then you'll be going to my school. He said pushing his shoulders out slightly. As if he were proud such a pretty young woman would be going to his school. As they walked the clouds parted letting the moon light seep through. His blue eyes seemed to almost glow. He looked at her. Well when you start just look for me. I'll show you around. He smiled again. He had the look of a troubled teen. In most cases he was. But his heart was still good. He wanted to help people. Though in school he played the role of a punk perfectly.
Thread: A Punk and A Killer (MonokumaFever and SethElwood)

Hisayo nodded as the name hit her hears. A grin stretching over her face at the thought of the decently made apartments. Oh yeah! The place is really nice! It has really thick walls so you can't hear anyone else snoring at night. She joked, trying to bring in a bit of humor after the previoue event. I'll have to keep my eyes out for you! Hisayo said, leaning in as she continued to talk. I get lost really easy. So it'll help having someone who knows what they're doing around. You're so nice. She cooed, her bright eyes staring up at him.
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Alek grinned as they walked together. I wish my place was like that. He said turning down another road. Her apartment building was about another ten minuted away. I can hear everything. Snoring. Coughing. His tone drolled some. But it also means no one can sneak up on me. He nodded and looked at her. Yeah I'll show you everything. He said with confidence. I usually hang around the doors to the lunch room in the morning. He walked her up to the steps of her building. Well here we are. The Pink Palace. He smiled. Well I got another twenty minutes. He pointed up the road. I'll see you tomorrow. He waved and began walking.
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She waved, smiling at his offer. I'll be sure to meet you there! Hisayo said with a gentle grin. Her eyes watching him as she waved goodbye to the man. Ahe waited a few minutes, waiting for a decent amount of distance between the two before she started to follow him. She stayed in the shadows, avoiding any light so she could follow him in secret.
Thread: A Punk and A Killer (MonokumaFever and SethElwood)

Alek walked with his hands in his pockets. His eyes looked up into the sky. A small sigh left his lips. He had no clue about the young woman following him. There was enough space between him and her that even if he looked behind him she would have enough time to duck under cover. After about fifteen minutes Alek stopped in front of a small white house. It was run down. It looked like no one took care of it. There was an older male standing on the front porch. Alek's body tensed up at the sight. You're late boy. The man spoke with a thick southern accent. You know what. You can sleep outside tonight. I don't to see you in this house you understand me? The man tossed his beer bottle before entering the home. Alek looked down and kicked at a rock. 'Stupid son of a bitch.' He thought. Letting out a long sigh he continued walking. There was a park up a head with a jungle gym. Enough soace for him to sleep with some comfort. As he opened the gate he walked under the slide and pulled out a blanket. This wasn't the first night he had to do this.
Thread: A Punk and A Killer (MonokumaFever and SethElwood)

Hisayo felt rage bubble into her chest at the sight. How dare this man treat such a sweatheart like that. She glared from the shadows, her mind scooping through all the things she could do to avenge her new friend. When he started walking again, Hisayo followed him, making sure he had somewhere nice to stay. When she saw him sleep on the jungle gym, she could feel an overwhelming amount of sadness pour into her chest. Mixing with the rage to form a very unsafe cocktail of emotions inside of the small girl. She considered walking up to him. Asking if he wanted to stay the night at her house. But she knew she couldn't do that, not yet. It would make her look suspicious. Unfortunately she couldn't offer this man help yet. Not in the way of shelter. But maybe she could find another way to help him. Slowly she worked her way back to his house, walking around the perimeter to try and find a way inside. The house didn't look like anyone inside cared, so maybe it would be easy to find a weak point to work her way inside. Her fingers danced over her knife as she went to try all of the windows, seeing if any of them were left ajar.
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All of her hard work would pay off. In the back of the house there was one window left open. The room inside was Alek's. It was filled with things a sad and troubled teen would own. Posters of black and white landscapes. CDs from heavy metal bands that hate their fathers. Everything pointed to him hating his step-father. Ron sat in the living room. His hand on a beer while the other rested on the arm rest of his Lazy Boy. The t.v. was small but it still worked. On the screen was some late night television. Some infomercial about a new cleaner. Ron was too drunk to really know what was going on. Finishing his beer Ron got up and opened the fridge pulling out another two bottles. One for now the other for later. He smirked and opened the first beer.
Thread: A Punk and A Killer (MonokumaFever and SethElwood)

Hisayo climbed into the room, looking around and absorbing all the information she needed about it. She tried to look over some of the CDs. trying to remember some of the bands for later, taking a moment to look over all of his posters and clothes. It was so tempting to just take something, but she reluctantly edged away from the idea. One thing she could definitely gather from this room was what was going to happen next. The fact that she was going to have to kill his stepdad. If she could do this, she could definitely help this new boy out. For now, she had better things to plan. She slowly crept through the house, making plans and remembering the layout. She tried to watch out for weak spots in the floor, avoiding the spots that would creak and give her away. She watched the man sitting in the chair for a few moments. Tomorrow she would have to come back and teach him a lesson,
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Alek slept in the park that night. In the morning he would climb in his window and get ready for school. His step-father would be passed out from the night of drinking. His step-father got checks weekly from the government. They actually owned the home so bills were nearly nothing. So that man could drink all of his money away. Luckly for Alek the night wasn't too cold. Winter would be a bitch. But he's planned for it this year. When the young teen opened his eyes he discovered a silver flip phone. He sat up and picked up the phone. What the hell? He questioned as he opened it. Fully charged batterym, unlimited call, and text. Plus an absurdly huge amount of data. Why would someone leave it there? Alek opened it up. The screen light up with a welcome messege. Hello. This phone is for Alek Rohan. Alek's eyes widened in shock. It wasn't a smart phone but it was still a phone. He could finally make calls and text people. The few people that he hung out with all had phones and wished he got one. I don't know where you came from but Im totally keeping you. He said with a smile. Then a video messege appeared. Followed by a text message from a random number. Watch me! The teen read the text and looked up at the video. Uh okay. He clicked on the video. It was a POV shot of what looked like his house. He took a breath. What the? Then it froze on an image of the back of a man's head. The chair and the living room looked like his. He closed the phone and shook his head. It must be nothing. He stretched and looked around. I wonder if she has a phone? He thought looking down at the phone.
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

Sara watched in awe as the prince made his way into the crowd. He was so handsome and regal as he made his way to the dance floor, his long elegant legs descending with the kind of authority only royalty had. Of course, she was used to seeing him in all of his splendor, having served him multiple times in the past. Still, her heart fluttered a bit as he smiled under the mask. It seemed pointless for him to wear it, though. There wasn't a woman in the room who wouldn't know him on sight. She took a champagne glass from a passing tray and decided to see if she couldn't catch the eye of a man. The prince, she was sure, was much too far out of her league. Sophia, on the other hand, was on the prowl. She headed toward the prince with the bearing and dignity that befit her noble station--all grace and sex appeal. A sultry little smirk twisted her lips as she cut through the crowd like a hot knife through butter. The thief made her way away from the prince, hoping to prey on the unsuspecting and distracted members of the crowd, but, before she knew it, she was in front of the man himself--or, at the very least, someone who looked remarkably like him. Oh! Excuse me, your majesty, she said, curtsying before she tossed confetti from her bag. Happy birthday.
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Before he had a chance to walk even a few paces on to the dance floor the Prince was beset by women, a deep curtsy was followed by birthday wishes. He could see the way their partners looked at him, the ones that had partners that is, the jealousy that resided in their eyes. These men would give anything to be him, the thought made him smile. None of them could be him and they all knew that. As he walked he noticed Lady Sophia walking towards him, her dress quite befitted her nature. She walked with power and the walked with grace, he had to admit he found her form pleasing. He wasn't one to give in easily however, any woman who entertained the idea of walking from this ballroom with him had to play their strongest hand and hope for the best. Lady Sophia how pleasant to see you here, I see you've saved your best attire for me how generous of you! The Prince exclaimed as he stepped towards her, his eyes played over her curvaceous figure enjoying the way her blue fire dress wrapped around her. Naturally his eyes averted towards where her vent showed off some skin, not to mention the top of some well concealed stockings. That was definitely a tick in Sophia's scoresheet, not that she'd know that of course. Peter had barely made his way across even half of the dance floor, eager in his rush to reach the bar, when a young girl in the most enticing devil outfit bumped into him. As she wished him a happy birthday and curtsied deeply he smiled. He didn't know who she was, perhaps that helped in the success of his disguise, but she saw him as the Prince and not Peter. Do you not have a birthday kiss for your Prince? Or just a sprinkling of confetti? He asked with mock disappointment in his voice. If he was to play the role of the Prince he would have to be at the Prince's womanising best.
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

That she could be recognized even with her mask made her happy. That meant he'd taken note of her before. The redhead's full lips curled into a bewitching smile as her prince praised her. She took note of the way his eyes roamed her body with pride. She certainly had his attention. Sophia offered her hand to the prince as she curtsied for him. Only the finest will do when honoring you, highness. I had hoped to enchant you tonight, so I'm very pleased to see you approve. Would you do me the honor of a dance, my prince? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all. She wanted him to know the feel of her pressed against him before the night was over--dancing was just a convenient excuse. -- The little devil was a bit taken aback, blushing just the tiniest bit. Oh, my! And they call me devilish, she teased, taking a few steps closer. How could I refuse my prince on his birthday? With a little wink, the devil put her arms around his neck--since she was a bit shorter--and wasted no time giving the imposter a deep, sensual kiss, her toned frame pressed against his body as her loot hung over one of her shoulders. After a long moment she pulled away and licked her lips. Happy birthday.
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

The Prince smiled at the forwardness of the Lady before him, they said a Lady was polite but any time spent around the court made a man know differently. My Lady, so blunt at such an early part of the night. Have the waiters topped your champagne a few times to many! The Prince scolded with a jovial tone. If your hand is strong and you play your cards just right, you may just get what you seek. The Prince spoke, offering her hope with his kind words. The Prince took hold of her hand, after all a man should always lead the dance even if the woman had been the one to ask. Needless to say the throng of bodies partied to allow them access to the centre of the dance floor, closing behind them to cover them from prying eyes around the edge of the dance floor. His body behind her, he ground himself against her as they began their dance. Peter had no idea she was going to offer him such a sensual birthday kiss, but after the initial shock he had kissed her back eagerly. After an all too short moment their lips parted, her arm staying around his neck as she pressed her body against him. His hands wandered too, moving down her curvaceous form until they rested against the shapely ass cheeks that lay beneath her tight fitting dress. Well that is the most happy birthday I'll get! A kiss like that makes me wish it could be my birthday everyday. Peter purred, his hands staying where they were clearly eager for her to stay against him.
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

Sophia smiled, knowing that luck usually favored the bold. She took the prince's hand, looking just a bit contrite. I'm sorry my lord, but I simply could not resist your charms. The fiery lady moved with him to the dance floor, pleased to have won his attention, if only for the moment. She would do much to keep his favor, and it seemed that he knew it. -- The devil blushed a bit, not having expected the prince to hold her like that. She had expected to just give him a little something to remember--a touch of fun, and be on her way. But it seemed he didn't want her to leave just yet. I'm glad I could give you something so nice, she said, squeezing him a bit. So generous with your reciprocation, my prince. But are you sure you want to give your attention to little old me?
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

As Mark moved around the dance floor his eyes were drawn by most of the women that he passed, the Prince wasn't likely to have anything other than the most attractive women at his party. Yet it was one face that drew his gaze that had made time appear to freeze and a moment of crystal clarity dawn upon his mind. She was beautiful, even though the centre of her face was obscured by her mask he could still see her smile and that was certainly more than enough. It was the kind of smile that left a beholder feeling warmer in the inside for having seen it, the way her fairy inspired dress clung to her curves gave him even more reason to draw his courage from within and speak to her. Mark moved quickly before the woman was lost to him, skilfully weaving through bodies on the dancefloor as only a waiter could. In moments he was stood in front of the owner of the smile that had captivated him. Hello there young Flower Sprite! You look fantastic, I couldn't help but see your smile from across the room and I knew I needed to get to know the woman behind it, if only just a little bit. Mark spoke with a broad smile on his own face. -- Peter looked down at the devil in his arms, of course she wondered why the Prince wanted to waste any time on her. Thinking as Peter wouldn't help him here, he needed to act like the Prince and everything would come to him. If there was one thing he'd learnt from the Prince it was that. It's well known how I like my women, and tonight you've caught my eye. We don't have to contain ourselves to each other for the whole night, after all can the devil really be tamed!? Peter questioned jovially, his hand squeezing her ass as he did. Leaning in to her neck he kissed at the skin gently, his tongue against her soft flesh before he pulled away but not before whispering into her ear. There is plenty more attention is like to give you, one night of passion with the birthday boy before we each return to our usual life's. Peter whispered in her ear, his hands never leaving her body even as he pulled back.
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

Sara was a little startled by Mark's sudden appearance. Her bright smile made another appearance as he flattered her. He was very handsome and she couldn't help but enjoy his attention. She offered her hand to him in friendly greeting. Well, thank you, sir. I'd be happy to get to know you, too. -- Peter and the devil were very cozy, and still fairly in the open. She wasn't really used to being treated this way. Her job usually meant staying hidden or misdirection. She had really miscalculated this time. But if she said she wanted to leave the prince she was going to be super suspicious. Besides, he was pretty good at teasing her. She sighed softly, shivering as his lips played at her neck, his breath tickling her sensitive skin. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as she smiled. Well, who am I to deny the birthday boy? she purred. But, as with all the deals you make with a devil, it might cost you.
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

As the beautiful girl flashed her dazzling smile yet again, Mark found himself melting a little more inside. He wished she could see herself through his eyes. He took her offered hand and kissed it gently on the top of her down turned hand. It will be a pleasure to have your company! Shall we dance, I've often found the way one dances speaks volumes of them as a person. Mark spoke, his voice more eloquent than it would be usually. His body waited eagerly for her approval to their dance. -- Peter felt the way she shivered against him, and he felt heartened that his efforts were having such an effect. He smiled at her words, sensing the forthcoming activities that the night and this devil seemed to promise him. A price? On my birthday? Only the Devil could do such a thing. Peter joked with her. Please do tell me, what price does a man pay for spending a evening with you? Is it his mind? Peter said softly, eager to take her somewhere more quiet and secluded.
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Sara was delighted to find someone so charming to spend her time with. Going to parties like this was always more fun in the company of another. She let him keep her hand in his, excited at the prospect of dancing. I would love to dance with you and get to know you better. -- She grinned mischievously and shrugged. Any number of things, I'm sure. But I would be just a little insulted if I didn't occupy your mind for at least a night. The thief wondered if she could get away from the party Scott free if other women caught wind of this. The envy of others was kind of a turn on, but spending time like this with the prince could draw a lot of unwanted attention. Really, though, she didn't have much choice but to go along with his flirting while she was caught up in his arms.
Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

Mark wasted no time in leading her onto the dance floor where they found their own pocket of space. He guided her strongly as they began to dance, leading her steps and throwing in the occasional twirl to keep things exciting. So what is it that you do? When you're not a stunning fairy that is? Mark asked with a smile on his face as they came together after one of their twirls. -- You'll be sure to occupy my mind for the night, who knows you might occupy my mind for just a short while longer. Peter teased as his hands continued to grip and grope at her incredible form. The tension between them was reaching a boiling point and he wanted nothing more now than to feel that tension explode. Shall we go somewhere more private my Devil? I bet you've always wanted to see the parts of the palace that are off limits. Peter suggested, a wicked smile on his face. He'd always wanted to dance with the devil and tonight he was going to get his chance to go one further than that.
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Sara moved gracefully with him, the skill of a woman who'd spent years anticipating and adapting to the movement of others. She giggled as he twirled her, enjoying the dance. She pressed against him as they came back together for just a moment as she pondered what answering that question would mean. If he was a noble, he could lose interest. Or he could try to use her. Though, she supposed that he could do that either way. Best to be up front, she supposed. I serve the royal family, she said, continuing the dance. And yourself? -- The devil let her imposter do what he would with her, enjoying his attention despite her realization that it would be very bad if she were caught. His suggestion to go elsewhere was met with approval. I have always wanted to see what it's like inside the palace, she said with a chuckle. Lead the way.
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As the girl before Mark seemed to deliberate over his question he wondered what could of caused such a response, her answer gave her thinking away. As she confirmed she worked as a servant of the royal family he could help but return her smile with an equally sincere one of his own. I too serve the royal family. That makes this game rather exciting, knowing we've most likely worked in close proximity. Mark teased, it certainly made it more fun for him. He danced with a renewed gusto in his step, his hands tighter on her body now he knew it wasnt some noblewoman who may have him flogged for his actions. He enjoyed the feel of her supple flesh beneath his hands, ensuring when their bodies came close that he ground against her. -- Peter smiled as his devil insisted he lead the way and show her the delights of the palace. Taking her hand he walked quickly from the ballroom to the entrance to the restricted area of the palace, the guard at the door either thought he was the prince or knew not to give his game away, letting them pass without issue. He walked her through the palace, showcasing a particular piece of art to her or sculpture as they passed it. It took almost five minutes to get to where they wanted to go, but as they turned into the most splendid room in the castle Peter spun his devil around to look st him. Have you ever even anything so magnificent? I bet you've never felt a man in such a wonderful place as this. Peter teased. Behind him the scene was incredible, the Prince's private chanber no less. A large ornate four poster bed, the drapes of finest silk hanging down, was the centrepiece of the room. Around it the walls and detailed sculptures were of the finest marble, a large golden bath in the corner a sharp contrast against the white marble.