Thread: Truths Revealed |: Kathria x raizu kagurai :|

The air was cold and crisp, blowing and wailing in the trees. The grass swayed in the front yard. Pink hair was flown around from the terribly chill breeze. Shoulders heaved as a pale face turned to gaze upon the poorly lit house. A small smile crept on the pale lips of a teenage girl. Her pale hands found her black jacket pulling it tighter around her large chest as she moved, quickly walking away as quietly as she could from the poorly lit home. A small sigh escaped her lips as laughter filled her ears. Her right hand extended as a fist before colliding with the first solid thing she could connect to, an arm. The tan face turned, looking down at her with gleaming brown eyes. The man's smile evident as he gazed at the teenage girl who with her hit was attempting to silence him. He threw up his hands, shrugging as if to say he was sorry as they continued to walk up the street. In the distance several cars were parked up the hill. As the two approached the lights of one car flicked on illuminating them in it's brights. The girl flinched, picking up her pale hand to shield her eyes. As her eyes adjusted they made contact with that of a dark shadow, the outline of a motorcycle. The man next to her leaned down pointing to the dark shape as the car engine roared into life once more. His lips curled into a cocky smile as he looked at the small girl, but his eyes found her chest and didn't look away. Don't you like my new ride? He muttered obliviously not caring who the girl was or why she was going with him. She looked up, brushing her pink hair out of her face as it smacked her. The curls of her hair lashed around wildly behind her, very visible were the long length of her hair in the darkness. The rest of the girl, in her black slutty attire, had almost blended in with the darkness until the lights had hit her body. Now she was fully visible, unable to hide the attire she had chosen. At first the girl paused to look up at the man as he spoke, but as he moved ahead she moved quickly back to his side letting her platform heels click against the asphalt of the road. Her legs were freezing, shaking in their black stockings as the small skirt, that barely covered her large ass, fluttered in the breeze. She moved a hand down, trying her best to keep her skirt from riding up as she followed the man o the motorcycle. Here they were out of view of the lights and the people in one of the cars stuck their head out to howl at them pumping a fist in the air. These were the people she had chose this night to be around, parties of all ages. She was defying her parents once more both with her attire and the act of sneaking out when grounded. Still the teenage girl seemed to not be phased by the events as she straddled the back of the motorcycle and waited for the man to climb on top. As he too straddled the motor cycle he revved the engine before her arms found his waist. Hold on! The girl did as commanded, tightening her arms around him and smashing her poorly clothed chest against his back. Her round chin smashed against his shoulder as the lights turned on of the motorcycle and they were off. The time seemed to be agonizing slow as they road, but after more then an hour of riding the wheels of the cars and motorcycle turned onto a bricked road. They sped down the road, the people in the car screaming and howling in excitement as they neared the house in the distance. The house should have been lit more than it was, but the girl seemed to mind little as they drew up the driveway and parked. Normal as it was for most of the lights to be off for a party like this, something felt off. The man in front of her squirmed out of her grasp and her green eyes blinked several times as he got off of the motorcycle after turning it off. He looked back at her, smiling as he put his hands in his pants. What's wrong? Is little Ophelia scared? He leaned forward, mocking her. Ophelia's pink brows furrowed, angry with the tease. I'm 16 now! Why would I be scared? Ophelia huffed getting off the bike. The man pulled his hands out of his jacket once more lifting them in the air to shrug. Now with Ophelia off the bike the shirt she wore was more visible as the jacket she wore stayed open, a white belly shirt with a low cut front showing off her breasts. I don't know. You tell me! Come on the party should already be started. He turned around, watching as the others in their cars stopped them pulling out booze before going to enter and disappear inside the house. Ophelia shrugged wrapping her arms over her chest before she moved in front of the man heading towards the house. Still she couldn't shake the feeling of something being off.