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Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Please... I was just... Alaia muttered, wanting to flee that situation but unable to do so. Her hooves thud on the floor as she nervously shifted around, not finding a way to escape that circle. Alaia's arms were protectively crossed in front of her ample chest, not wearing a traditional backpack but saddlebags on her equine half, as it was more comfortable that way. Hey, calm down... no need to be scared, you are among friends now one of the dudes said, a broad and stocky boy whose words weren't just outright lies, but never even had the pretense of sounding true. Yeah, we are your friends, right miss horsie? the one that closed her way out, a tall and lanky guy that may as well be the leader of those delinquents for all she knew, approached her from behind, caressing her flank. No- don't- she shuffled, scared of his touch and trying to avoid bumping into him, something that would only get him angry. Don't touch her, or you will smell like a stable for days one of the girls mocked, an obvious and ignorant lie. Yeah, we don't want you smelling like horse pussy the other girl commented, taking pleasure in voicing such a crude obscenity. Alaia's cheeks gained some embarrassed color, so naive that just the word made her self-conscious. I won't tell anyone that you were smoking, please... Alaia begged, looking around the corner of the building and finding no help, the busy sounds of sport practices in the distance. Oh, so you were planning on telling on us before? the lanky guy was grinning, taking a drag from his cigarette and puffing the smoke into her face, making Alaia cough. I didn't mean it like that, I truly didn't- she waved her hands in the air, flustered. Maybe we should do something so you wouldn't forget the broad dude took her wrists forcefully, even if he had to raise his arms quite a lot to compensate the height difference. I have an idea the lanky guy echoed, moving towards her backside. A ruffling of fabric later, Alaia was frozen in panic, as he had raised her skirt, revealing the sort of boxer briefs she wore covering her hindquarters. Don't they mark horses with red hot iron? he asked, his voice dripping with cruelty as he hold his cigarette high. Alaia was white as a paper, panicking yet unable to move. She couldn't do anything, and yet her body answered by itself, kicking back the lanky bully and sending him to the ground, screaming loudly. I don't... I didn't want... she mumbled, unable to release her arms from her other captor while the rest of the bullies approached her.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel would turn his attention to his teammates as a couple of them were starting to use their helmets to fence one another, trying to hit each other with them. It wasn't something he was against though he felt that so long as he wore that jersey, he tended to lean toward a far more serious nature that would carry onto the field. He watched as the couch would start back toward them, clipboard in one hand and a whistle bouncing off his chest. All right girls, our next game is a week away so we are going to start light with the usual. Practice your passes, they were garbage against Timiko High and get your formation together! The majority of the team had quit their messing around with Lionel seemingly preoccupied. You gonna find the answer out there mister Wright? Lionel would hear his last name and turn to the coach. No sir. The coach would shake his head and place the whistle in his mouth and upon blowing it, the team would break up, beginning their training with Lionel still standing there, looking around. Lionel! His name would be called out and as he turned to see what it was, his hands shot up to catch a football in his hands. He would stare at the tip of the football, slowly lowering it down before looking back at the teammate that had called his name. Lionel would pull the football back, holding out his free hand but stopped as he heard a scream. A brow would raise, looking around for the source. It could just be some of the other students getting rowdy. He would raise his hand up I got to go to the bathroom. And without an actual confirmation, Lionel would walk off the field, football still in hand. He would like to call Alaia but his phone was in the locker room and coach locked it up until practice was over to keep the team more focused. The school wasn't really friendly toward Alaia and he felt that when he wasn't looking, someone was always trying something and it pissed him off. He didn't understand what made people do these things to her. She was different but so what? He couldn't even see her as anything but a girl, why was it so hard for anyone else to do the same? He would continue to walk around, slapping the football into his hand, over and over to try and preoccupy himself.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

You donkey faced bitch... the girl's voices dripped poison as they tended to the downed ringleader of that bullying bunch, but the rest of those hooligans weren't easily intimidated by his fall and intended to make her pay off for her resistance. Alaia kept struggling, but her arms weren't nowhere near as strong as her lower part, so it wasn't enough to get rid of the stocky aggressor. Let me go! she begged, tears flowing from her eyes. I've done nothing! You can't- she protested, sobbing and dragging her assailant back with her, soon stopped by another two bullies on her flanks. They had learned the lesson of not approaching her from the back, and facing three boys there was nothing she could do. I've never seen a horse with tits such as these... one of them said, ogling her in a way that made Alaia feel awful. Maybe she's not a horse, she's a cow... the other guffawed, his voice sounding every beat as disgusting as the very words he uttered. Tear her clothes! Embarrass her! the girls demanded, still trying to help their downed leader, who was still doubled over himself, having taken a shot to his ribs. A pleasure... the goons echoed, excited to peek under the clothes of the very person they despised, making Alaia feel even more terrible, doubling her efforts to no avail. I don't like her outfit either, but that's no reason to undress a beautiful woman a new voice protested, sounding unhappy yet somewhat youthful. Coming from the back exit, a very young man appeared, his juvenile features making him look almost their school age, although there was something about how he conducted himself that made clear he had a few years over that high school bunch. He had quite some photographic equipment with him, and Alaia soon identified him as the weird looking one that was on the entrance not so long ago. Who was that man? What did he want? He didn't seem he was with the bullies, but how he approached the scene was a bit unsettling, yet maybe her only chance to get out of that predicament. Fuck off faggot, this is none of your business- the stocky bully crudely warned, clearly meaning nothing good for the newcomer and seemingly emboldened at the chance of being the new alpha jerk of that pack. Alaia, using the chance that he was a bit distracted, opted out for releasing a scream at the top of her lungs, a high pitched call for help that no doubt startled a good chunk of the school, before one of the bullies at her flanks reached high to forcefully cover her mouth with his disgusting hands.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

The american football player would continue to trek forward, his eyes seemingly in a constant state of anger but this was not really the case. This was simply his resting face for the majority of the time he was staring and usually lead to larger misunderstandings when he never intended too. He was usually a silent young man, not really going out of his way to talk to others but the male populace would flock around him due to his sports accolades and while he never looked, he had hear whispers that he had a small fanbase that included some of the female body of the school but if it didn't remove around the sport, Lionel tended to try and not think about it. School itself had starting to become a problem in this regard as Lionel was not the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to a couple subjects and if it wasn't for a certain someone, even that would be in danger. It was in the middle of this train of thought that a sound reached his eyes that stopped him in his tracks. The look in his eyes shifted into that of a quick rage, the large man would lean forward and would kick off, taking himself forward to the end of the school building in just a few seconds. As he turned the corner, his cleats would dig into the ground and his head would shift to see it. His posture would straighten, the air about him radiating with a seething animosity as he would drop the football to the ground to replace it with a well packed fist. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Her. There were a group of them but around half of them were women though the one's that took the brunt of his newly acquired anger were the two that held onto Alaia. His switched flipped as his body moved of its own accord, reflexes as in moments, his shoulder would come into contact with one of the men holding Alaia, tearing past the 'Alpha'. The way he moved would seem like monster on a mission, its fangs bared and want for blood seemingly on the rise. There were usually only two occasions in which Lionel was more focused than ever. Either when he was in the midst of a game where the field was open to him and hurting another person was encouraged. The other was when it came to Alaia, be it talked with her or safeguarding her from the barrage of discrimination that came her way when he was around. He was violent person himself but when you are given a weapon and the ability to use it, it became second nature.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel! Alaia shouted at the sight of her friend, her only friend. As he tore through the bullies, making them more interested in him than anything else, Alaia managed to squirm away from them, stopping to be in the middle of the struggle. Scattered and scared, the bullies were mostly frozen in the spot, as that tank of a person laid waste to them. They all were the same age, some of the bullies may even be repeat students and thus older, but they all looked just like boys next to the man Lionel was. It wasn't just the height or the bulk, augmented by the football gear, it was how he usually conducted himself, his seriousness. Alaia admired him, envying his mettle and fortitude, but she had a distaste for violence, even when it was infringed upon her bullies, so she turned her back to the action, not wanting to behold any of the struggle. It was also the side she less admired of Lionel, something that not only was unbefitting of him, but also made her feel horrible since he was just violent because of her. From the day they met, when he helped her in that playground despite not being able to win the fight, the only times when Lionel had hurt anyone was to defend her. He wouldn't have to be like that if it wasn't for her, and yet, he was the only friend she had, so it was impossible to let him go. The girl realized that during the struggle to get away her skirt got a couple of rips and she was missing a couple buttons from the top of her shirt. For most girls it wouldn't be nothing too revealing, a hint of leg here, a bit of cleavage there, but for Alaia it was mortifying. It wasn't like she was a particularly demure person, or more specifically the source of her conservative clothing wasn't just that, but wanting to hide that body she hated so much. The body that was different from everyone else's. The body that got her bullied. Blaming herself for both Lionel's bouts of violence and the very shape of her body, Alaia waited until her friend had scared the bullies away, looking at the young photographer from the corner of her eye. What was he doing there? What were his intentions? He seemed to be just waiting on Lionel as she was, although his body language made him appear as inoffensive and detached from the current drama as possible, wanting none of the treatment the bullies were getting.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel had little remorse or any amnesty for those that had wronged Alaia. This had all started when they were young and had blossomed into this brutal flower. The sole target that had taken the full force of the linebacker was on the ground, Lionel standing over the now gasping and heaving miscreant whom was clutching his chest in a manner that sounded like he was dying but this was surely more from the fact that he had never been struck with such force. Though, the ballplayer was not done as he found that with each confrontation he came into, it was always a point to drive home that repeating the mistake was not acceptable in the future. His hand would reach down as if he were going to pull a weed from underfoot. Taking a firm grasp of the collar of the shirt. You are going to leave her alone. Not waiting for a reply that seemed to almost making it from his lips, Lionel would bring a clenched fist straight down, slamming into his jaw and stopping as his arm would stretch downward, blood following as a small spit from the momentum. He would draw his fist back once more and throw another strike in the same motion, more blood. Once more and he would release the bully from his grip after the hit struck home yet again. Lionel would pull himself up into his full posture once more, turning his attention to the young group of girls as the remaining boys. Next time, I'm not going to stop. He would turn then to the appearance of another young man. He didn't dress the part of the group or even seemed to put himself in with the lot as they would grab the beaten and bruised bully and drag him off. Lionel would shake his hand that he used to strike the boy, using the thumb of his free hand to press into the palm, as if trying to loosen it. He would walk over to Alaia slowly while his focus was on the other man but when he got within touching distance of Alaia, he would stand between her and the cameraman, letting his hands hover just over her. Alaia, are you hurt? Do you need to see the nurse?
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

A point. It was what it always drove down too. The harder the point, the longer it would stay fresh. There would always be more, there were always more. More idiots that tried to push that point, to find ways around it but he would not let it. Lionel would not let Alaia be pushed around when he was there and hell hath no greater wrath than he when it involved her. She was always so pure in her actions and when he had first seen her being picked on, it seemed like a crime against nature. He hated it and in his efforts to protect her, he was beaten. Again and again till he could barely stand. A human crash dummy. But she was still there. She was always there since the start when he didn't have anything going for him. She could have simply left him there with a smile and a thank you but she didn't. He took that beating and held it close to his chest and it was what caused him to pursue his high school american football career. It was in this that he found the strength he needed to keep an eye on Alaia so that the kid she helped would never just be a burden. He would hear the nickname that would always turn him back into that small kid though. A name that, when she said it, gave a unique ring to it that he didn't mind at all. He would let his arms wrap around her, the size difference was something he had grown accustomed too and it was one of the reasons he really liked her. While others saw her as some sort of monster, he saw her as a friend, a sister even that could do things no one else could. She was so cool to him as a kid. She would tell him that she had no need for a nurse and that the damage wasn't anything to get worried over. He would take in a deep breath as he would kick himself for not coming sooner. It isn't a problem Alaia, really. They were scum that had it coming. She would then apologize about his training to which he would shake his head. They'll get over it. She would then talk about why she was out this way anyway and point toward the perpetrator. Lionel would turn his own gaze toward the cameraman, throwing daggers in the form of glares. He would apologize for being a factor in the events that had just occurred. Alaia would forgive the young man and while Lionel wouldn't, it was not his call. The cameraman said something about being a fashion photographer and he was looking for a particular person. Alaia would begin to go through girls that the whole school knew, even he did. But the photographer would then point out that it was Alaia of whom he was looking for. Lionel would hold an arm out in front of her. If you think that you're going to try and parade her about, you've got another thing coming. His fist had already started to tighten as he was ready to start another brawl if it was pushed just further to the point. He wasn't going to let her be abused in any form, not so long as he could advert it.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

F-For me? Alaia whispered, embarrassed and in disbelief. Lionel soon stepped in front of her, Alaia's protective knight, but as she saw him tense she reacted, not wanting more fights for the day. Wait Alaia pleaded, reaching for Lionel and touching his extended arm. He's just talking nonsense, maybe even a cruel joke... but more violence won't solve it she said, unable to believe that his words were true. Nonsense? Maybe, at least for now, but not a joke about that, never the photographer said, his young face looking serious all of a sudden, even if it was a fleeting moment and he soon returned to his friendly self. Winston Broadchurch he finally introduced himself, retrieving a couple business cards for the students in front of him. Alaia grabbed one of the cards, looking at his name imprinted on the expensive looking piece of cardboard with the words freelance photographer on it and pocketed it. So maybe you are the real deal, but I'm sorry if I can't really believe what you are talking about... Alaia voiced, always kind even if still uncomfortable. I do a lot of work for hire, I've a good reputation if I can say so myself he smiled, clearly proud of his work. As I don't belong to any particular agency, I have wriggle room to try out new stuff, to broaden horizons so to speak Winston added. And if my eyes don't betray me and they rarely do, I think we could do something good. Well, and profitable he shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about that part of his work, but still mentioning it just in case. What just happened was awful, and I don't want to agitate you more, but I'd love if we could talk at some other moment, my phone number is on the card he said, getting ready to leave them be, as he knew when he wasn't welcomed. I... I'll think about it Alaia whispered, maybe unheard, curious about what was going on. Lion, I don't want to take you away from practice for too long. It's fine if I watch you train and then we can go home together? she asked, wanting to talk with him about that but also needing some time to calm herself.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel had always enjoyed football, even before Alaia came into his life. It was just so physical and while power always played a part, it was a team sport. It was a game where if you did not trust the man to your side, the entire thing would fall apart. That was a special type of sport, a sport that literally put your well being in anothers hands and vice versa. It was only in middle school that he really began to up his game in order to keep himself in shape, for Alaia's sake as well as his own. When clubs became open for him, he dove at the chance to become part of something he loved. The almost therapeutic smashing of bodies would drown out any and all distractions. He had to stop the people in front of him, simplicity at its finest. Well, most of the time. There were a few minor set backs when he first started but those were soon put to rest. At least, on the field. Fights off the field rarely made their way back to any higher officials. Though, Lionel was pretty sure that even if it came to the coach, he may turn a blind eye if the attack had some sort of merit but Lionel had never really tested this and wasn't about too. Most students and hooligans he dealt with would rather call the loss rather than have to explain themselves as to why the fight started. Alaia was his only childhood friend and he had to protect that. He would come back to the here and now as he would see her coming toward him, slowing down before telling him that there was no point in rushing and pointing out that his hair was still damp. He couldn't help but let the corner of his lip pull upward into a half smile. She always had that way about her when it came to him that just pulled his guard down in an instant with seemingly no effort what so ever. I like to let it air dry. It builds character ya'know, it's a new training technique, very hush-hush. He'd joke while he readjusted the duffel bag. So, you ready to head out?
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Alaia giggled with Lionel's joke, mostly glad that things were feeling normal back again. Yeah, I managed to do all the homework she answered, sounding somewhat proud. Alaia wouldn't acknowledge it, but she had a good head on her shoulders and a gift to get through school without much trouble, helping Lionel if he needed it. Walking next to Lionel, Alaia unconsciously matched her step to his as usual, effortlessly strolling by his side, enjoying just that he was there. I've been- Alaia started, interrupting herself. Was it a topic that she wanted to bring out? Nevermind she shook her head, although Lionel's look made her go forward with it after a sigh. I've been checking on the photographer, Winston she commented, gauging Lionels reactions as she talked. I'm not saying that I should... but just wanted you to know that he's the real deal, he's pretty famous within those circles it seems she shared. That he wasn't mean intended made me relax, honestly she paused, as the day had been pretty crazy by itself and it didn't need any more negative influences. I still don't think I could be a model, I mean, I don't look the part... she said, having quite the poor self esteem about her looks. All those pretty women in his pictures look better than me Alaia said. Not to mention that I don't like... showing off she said, always the shy one. But it made me feel curious. What did he saw on me? she wondered, not really expecting a positive answer from Lionel, but at least she got it out of her chest.