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Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Coffee Capitol itself, Seattle Wah. She spoke with a grin, pronouncing the shorthand for the state as if it was a word. I got dropped like a rock after I almost burnt down the check collectors--I mean my foster parent's house. The funny thing was it was actually an accident. Luckily there wasn't enough evidence to build much of a case against me, but they knew it was me and well it was a very quick way to get back into DHS. She finished with a shrug. Considering how dark her story seemed she was rather nonchalant, and she didn't hide the fact that she didn't really care. The only thing she did miss was her band, but even she knew better than to really try to keep ties with people--that is people that didn't float around like her. She had made friends with many, in the forty-eight continental that is, over the years but after half of her life floating in the system she wasn't really into getting close to much anymore. In any case it doesn't really matter. I just can't get kicked from this place for a few months. Soon as I turn eighteen I can get the hell out of DHS. Then, back to California. She gave him a smile, finishing up two more answers as she spoke. What about you? Well I mean, you're obviously from here to some extent. And I mean that as no insult. Just as in I'm kinda alien, you have familiarity-- Miss Burton? You are talking about math I assume. The Professor said raising an eyebrow. Cause there are people who need the quiet. Shit. I'm sorry. I mean. I'm sorry, God!...and Jesus. She finished realizing she was digging a deeper hole. There was a silence, then she slumped back down to her notes. Damn...that could've gone better... she though a tad bitterly. She was a bit silent before whispering to Allan again. But umm...yeah, What about you. Life and stuff? She asked feeling kinda dumb.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Seemed she was an orphan, or adopted at least. Her backstory was interesting, and it did sort of explain her counter-cultural visual style. Allan had to give her credit for resiliency. He nodded, acknowledging her recount of the previous years. The professor stopped writing on the board and began to turn. Allan opened his mouth to interject, but the prof was a step ahead. He sighed and pretended to go back to his book, glancing at the prof briefly before watching Hailee struggle to apologize- he precluded a chuckle at her expense. She certainly seemed out of place in this setting, but considering her background, moving around so much, her lack of climatization didn't really surprise him. He sympathized. Soon enough, the professor sat down at his desk and began marking papers. Hailee was silent. Allan turned his eyes towards Hailee again, smiled and gave her a gentle nudge with his elbow. He stewed over her question. What could he tell her? Allan had grown up with two good parents. His father was a contracting financial project manager, his mother was devoutly christian and sorely naive. When his father had been sent to Canada on a six-month stint to do some contracting for a lumber company, his mother had enrolled him, against his father's wishes, into a school that would imbue him with 'higher moral standards'. By the time his father returned, he was already four months into the school year. Changing schools by that time, he would have had to re-take the grade. But that wasn't all. His mother had made it quite clear that he was to stay at that school. As much as he and his father had complained, the truth was that his father hadn't nearly as much experience raising him, business trips and all. Allan decided not to tell Hailee that. It was a family ordeal and that is how it would stay. What could he tell her? He was a cynic. He played bass. He was an amateur producer and recording engineer, audiophile and record collector. He didn't consider himself terribly good looking. No, of course he wouldn't say that. Um well he began, still unsure. Basically, as you said. I grew up in the city. Moved once when I was thirteen. Uh, parents are annoying but not terrible. Mom's nosey. Dad's away on business. That's it, I guess.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Your parents enroll you into this shit-hole despite the fact you are a free thinker and all you can come up with is annoying? I envy you man. She replied honestly. He was cute trying to come up with words to say. She often had to come up with ways to shut up--at least when she was talking to people she liked. What do you do for fun? You aren't an arsonist are you? Cause trust me when I say that the pigs know how to investigate that crap. Bit scary really. Don't do crap for poor people, but god forbid that some rich asshole's summer house nearly falls victim to an ill positioned smoking break. She shook her head and finished the last problem on the page and flipped the page of the text book. You keep tapping your foot. Normally I would be worried, but your eyes aren't red and your hands look okay so I don't think you're a meth-head. I'm not making you nervous am I? I promise I'm pretty harmless. I mean I bite, scream, and listen to death metal, but I have never been convicted for anything serious. That came out a lot more awkward than her words typically did, she noticed with a slight wince of her eyes. She decided to change the subject. If it's just a tick or something that's okay. Ticks are kinda cute. Not the bugs mind you, bugs are gross...wait...Shit how do I do this? She ended staring at the problem she wrote down on her page. Oh never mind. I'm an idiot.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

At least I'm not dead. Plus, they've had the foresight to put some money away for college tuition, so it sort of balances out, I guess. Allan shrugged and leaned towards her a bit after she'd finished her spiel about arson. I'll take your word for it. he acknowledged, And I'll try to avoid setting things on fire, if possible. He smiled and finished another problem on the page. When she took note of his foot tapping, he gave her a sidelong glance, suddenly feeling a little unsure. His foot ceased moving and he watched her as she spoke, in what seemed to be a stream-of-consciousness monologue. Allan remained quiet for a few minutes, not really sure what he wanted to tell her. Maybe it was a tick after all, it rarely seemed a conscious choice, and once he started, or found a beat or groove or time signature that he liked, it was more difficult to stop tapping his foot than it was to pick it up. He considered this, and then realizing that his foot had begun gently tapping again, this time, a mix of hesitated eighths on a 74 measure. He'd noticed a while ago that the more excited, or nervous he became, the more complex the rhythms became. He furrowed his brow for a moment and sat back, looking down at his shoe, willing it to stop again, then opened his mouth briefly as if to speak but for a few moments didn't. It's a nervous habit I guess. he replied at last, But I tap my foot pretty relentlessly most days. Allan was deliberate with his words and avoided a tactless rebuttal. She seemed unsettled, and he understood perfectly well why that might be the case. He considered other places where they could talk, a more relaxed atmosphere, and he glanced briefly at the clock seems the time had really flown by. The bell rang, Allan tore a piece of paper from the corner of his page and quickly scribbled something down. He neatly folded the piece and stood up, grabbing his bag from the floor. I spend my lunch hours off-campus whenever I can. It's a quiet place, free of schoolyard gossip and and an all around good place to chill. Feel free to join me, just be careful getting off campus. he said, slowly augmenting the volume of his voice to compensate for the quickly building drone of the classroom and hallway. Reaching over, he grabbed her wrist and with the other hand pushed the piece of paper into her palm. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to chat at this juncture, since his next class was gym, at the other end of the school. He smiled at her and slid between two desks, quickly folding into the thick mass of students shuffling between classes. The Gaslamp Coffee Lounge, 122a Weston Trail From SW corner of field baseball diamond, Go South 2 blocks, West 1 block On opp. corner. Sm. red brick boutique Long horiz. windows, hanging gas lamp next to sign above door
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Ginny Weasley sighed boredly as she sat on the Hogwarts Express, playing with a few strands of hair that were hanging down infront of her face. Her friends had all decided to up and leave her, having decided that now they were in 3rd year and 13 years old they were old enough to go and share cabins with the boys in order to shamelessly flirt with them. Ginny on the other hand had little interest in such things. Oh she was interested in boys, but she didn't want to go chasing up and down the train for any boy that would look at her. Still, the disadvantage to staying behind meant she was all alone in the cabin near the back of the train. In the distance she could occasionally hear laughter and giggling over the noise of the train from a few carriages up ahead, but all she did was roll her eyes and return to staring out of the window. Ugh....immature idiots.....think they're so grown up just because they can run off and flirt with the boys? Ugh... Ginny slumped her forehead against the cool glass as she stared through it boredly at the passing countryside. Geez.....this train ride is way more boring than I remember it being the first time.....it seemed to be over in a flash then, now it's taking forever..... The red headed girl sighed again and closed her eyes as she attempted to try and take a nap, hoping it might make the trip pass a little faster.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

A young man of about 17 sighed as he walked through the corridors of the Hogwarts Express, looking back at Hermione as she walked down the halls with some friends. Hmm. Needs a little work. He shook his head and continued to walk forward, dragging a large trunk behind himself as he searched for a compartment to sit inside. The 62 male ran a hand through his short brown hair and adjusted his glasses over his one green and one brown eye. The muscular male had just come from America to the great UK less than 3 hours ago and was already dressed to impress, wearing a t-shirt one size too small to show off his muscular chest. The t-shirt had a picture of an outdated blue police box that said, I travel in style, referencing the long since canceled British tv show, Doctor Who. He pulled a pocket watch from the pocket of his blue jeans to check the time and then put it back into the tight jeans, which showed off the outline of his thick member. He cracked his neck and then walked into a compartment without knocking. He blinked as he noticed the little girl in the compartment. Oh wow. He took a step inside the compartment and said, Sorry. Dont mean to interrupt. I hope you wont mind if I join you in here. He didnt wait for her answer as he pulled his trunk in behind him and set it up on the seat next to him. He opened it up and pulled out a typewriter and set it on his lap as a hedgehog crawled up his back and sat on his shoulder. He looked over at her with a smile and said, My name is Joe Sims by the way. This wasnt entirely the truth. His name was Joseph Simpson and he was one of the wizarding worlds most famous authors, mostly because of the fact that he had never been seen. His books werent necessarily critically acclaimed but were popular for their simplistic writing style, evolving storyline and most importantly, the graphic scene, which most older critics claimed were just an excuse to peddle more smut and violence to a younger generation. He had hidden from the likes of the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, refusing them with the now famous Simpson quote, No interviewsunless its for the Quibbler.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Ginny heard the door to the compartment open, first assuming it to be one of her friends returning, but then she saw the hazy reflection of someone far too tall, then heard the voice of a guy, likely one of the older students from the tone of his voice. Knock yourself out... The boredom in Ginny's voice was evident, she didn't even bother lifting her head off the glass as the boy entered and pulled his trunk into the compartment, putting it on the seat rather than the rack up above as was usual. She heard him introduce himself....Joe Sims....that sounded vaguely familiar for some reason....though she couldn't quite place where it was from....damn this was going to nag at her until she remembered. Hm? Oh...Ginny Weasley... The introduction was mumbled at best, only just loud and coherent enough for him to actually hear over the noise of the train. No interviews huh....? Ginny yawned boredly, closing her eyes as she continued leaning against the window. Interviews? Why was he talking about interviews? Joe Sims....Joe Sims....interviews...the cogs were beginning to turn in Ginny's head, attempting to put the pieces together. Whilst Ginny was thinking in silence, it would give Joe an ample oppertunity to....'observe' the girl. She hadn't yet changed into her robes, instead still wearing her casual clothes, a little more muggle in style than most wizarding families wore. Her t-shirt was probably a little bit too small for her, clinging to her slim body. Up top her chest was showing clear signs of development, the outline of her curves clearly defined by the t-shirt. Lower down she was wearing a knee length skirt, tough her sitting position had it brought up just above her knees. This allowed the rest of her slim legs to be shown off, a little longer than most girls her age. Ah! Ginny's eyes snapped open as she hit a sudden realisation. I remember now...Joe Sims... Finally, Ginny lifted her head off the glass, glancing over towards the boy. You're- She cut off and blinked as she saw him clearly for the first time, just blinking at him for a few moments. Clearly she had been caught off guard by his appearance, all those muscles he wa showing off with that shirt? Geez....this guy had a bigger ego than most if he saw fit to show off like that. Ginny couldn't help rolling her eyes a little before she continued. Isn't that the name of that author...? I think my mom has some books with that name on them...
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Joseph smiled at her and said, Heh. He hadn't really expected her to piece together who he was that quickly. She must have been rather smart for her age, but that was okay by him. Joseph had a thing for smart girls...and younger girls. He decided to reward her for her intelligence and finally tell a girl the truth. You mean Joseph Simpson? Normally I would say no. But I can't lie to a ginger as cute as you. Yep. I'm Joseph Simpson. And it's nice to meet you Ginny Weasley. He winked at her and said, I'm intrigued your mom has some of my books but I'm more interested in knowing if you have ever read any of my books? The young man sat his typewriter next to him, taking it away from his lap and then proceeded to remove the hedgehog from his shoulder and put it on his clothes in the trunk so it could curl up and be comfortable for the ride. Joseph licked his lips in a predatory fashion and looked back up at Ginny, looking into her eyes to say, Because I love to give my fans a little treat if they have.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Can't lie to a ginger as cute as you? Good lord, these kinds of chat up lines were enough to make her blush with embarassment for him rather than because she was embrassed herself. Did anyone actually fall for a line like that? Ginny just nodded slightly when he said it was nice to meet her, turning her attention back towards the window. Well....nice to meet you too I guess....suppose you're the famous person I get to meet this year... She'd already met the famous Harry Potter and even a younger incarnation of Voldemort....a famous author was actually somewhat low-key given her history. I have no idea why my mother has some of your books....and no, I haven't read any of them. I'm too busy studying to read romantic fiction, no matter how famous the author is supposed to be Ginny reached up to gently tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, not paying too much attention to Joseph as he moved his typewriter away, though her eyes did linger a little on the hedgehog as it moved from his shoulder...the little thing was rather adorable. Though that look was enough for her to see him lick his lips, bringing her gaze back up towards him as she raised an eyebrow, the boy locking his eyes with her own. ....Is that so? Well...good for your fans I guess. But like I said, I haven't read anything more than the title of a few of your books when I passed by the bookcase
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Joseph chuckled and said, Oh sorry. Forgive me. I just assumed young girls like yourself are my main demographic. They love reading my books. You should try one sometime. You might even like it. He winked and picked up his hedgehog and reached into the trunk to grab his first book and handed it to her. There ya go. Try that on for size. You might enjoy it. It might even make you see the world in a whole new way. He said with a grin.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Well I'm not too much like most girls my age I suppose... She blinked as he winked at her, then went into his trunk and pulled out a book, handing it over to her. She recognised it from the bookshelf of her mothers books back home, though she'd never had much interest in reading them. See the world in a whole new way? Oh please, it's just a stupid romance novel that's all, it's hardly gonna make me see the world in another way. Come on, you can't honestly expect me to believe that can you? She looked at him rather skeptically, then set the book down beside her. Why don't you just give me the quick version of it or something like that?
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

He laughed at her and said, That's so cute. I appreciate your innocence but I truly mean it when I say that it can make you see the world in an entirely new way. Especially with the little notes I made. I scribbled in the margins to help improve the book after I started writing other things. He then said, Try it. Read it. If it doesn't change your mind at all, then I will stop bugging you. But I can't just give you any 'quick' version. But if it does change your mind after you are done, then you will have to apologize to me and make it up to me by being my new muse. Deal?
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Your new muse? What's that supposed to mean? Ginny blinked with slight confusion, then just sighed and rolled her eyes, realising there probably wasn't any other way to get this guy to stop bothering her. Fine...whatever, I'll read it She boredly picked up the book, looking at the cover. Do I have to read the whole thing? Can I just say....skip to the 'inspirational' part that will make me see the world in a whole new way or something like that? I'd rather not have to sit and read right the way though some sappy romance novel if I can help it
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

He smiled at her and said, Oh it's okay. I just wanted you to read the first 3 chapters. If you don't get into it by the third chapter, then it's just not for you but I guarantee you that you are gonna be entertained with this book. He stood up and said, I will be right back. Just read that much and then when I get back, lemme know how you feel. He walked out of the compartment and then walked down the corridor, looking for someone to get a drink and a snack from. The young male came back minutes later, giving her enough time to read the first three chapters.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Fine fine...the first three chapters Ginny opened up the book and leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as she sat back to read. For the briefest of instants, Joseph might just have been able to see hints of underwear up the skirt, but Ginny's crossed legs soon obscured any view that might have been there. Let's see if I can understand why mom likes these books so much... With a bored sigh, Ginny began to read as Joseph left the carriage. She was a quick reader, so three chapters of a romance novel shouldn't take her much time at all.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Joseph smiled coming back with a bottle of pumpkin juice and a thing of chocolate frogs. He yawned and said, Sorry. I had a late night last night. Okay. So did you finish reading? What do you think of my writing and be perfectly honest with me, ya little ginger. He winked at her as he sat back and drank from the bottle of pumpkin juice.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Not long after she had started reading, Ginny had started to figet as she had began to feel....warm. Her entire body seemed to be heating up a little more with every line she read, though she couldn't quite be sure why. It almost felt like.....arousal? But no....no this was just some book. Sure it used some...suggestive terms but still....it was just a book right? I... Ginny glanced up as Joseph re-entered the room. I've...finished two chapters..just one more to go...
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

He raised an eyebrow and said, Hmmm that's odd. I would have thought that a sharp little thing like yourself would have sprinted through that and got it over and done with. Oh well. Finish reading and then we can talk about it and what you thought. He continued to drink his pumpkin juice while she read his book. Once she was done reading it, he 'accidentally' spilled the juice on himself and took off his shirt to reveal his muscular chest to her and then looked around for a replacement shirt.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

I've just been....distracted a little, that's all... Ginny looked back to the book, taking a silent deep breath as she turned the page. Why was this book having such an effect on her? Surely it couldn't be what was written in it. Could there be some kind of enchantment at work? No...no surely not....she wouldn't fall for something like that. As she continued reading, she occasionally glanced up, just in time to see Joseph taking off his shirt. Her eyes widened as he showed just how muscular he was, until she quickly looked away, though now she was unable to help imagining Joseph as the male character in the book, fidgeting once again, more noticeably this time, as the heat inside of her continued to grow, beginning to focus towards her lower body...
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Joseph shrugged and said, Oh well. It's okay. I guess I can go shirtless for a while. He sat down next to her and said, So tell me, Ginny Weasley, what did you think of my book? Did it change how you see things? He said putting a hand on her knee and rubbed her some moving higher up her leg as he leaned in and whispered into her ear in a hot voice. Be honest.
Thread: An interesting 3rd year  (Stickyfun x alzayin2099)

Ginny tried to focus on reading, but she wasn't sure if that was making things better or worse. When Joseph sat down beside her though, she was all too well aware of the topless boy right there, leaning in close, then suddenly his hand on her exposed knee. Normally she would push the hand away, or stand and slap him, but for some reason she found herself unable to do either right now. I....it's.....interesting... Ginny's voice was trembling as she spoke, the sensation coursing through her body now undeniably the familiar feeling of arousal...though it felt different to how it normally did....this felt much....better.