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

That was one thing that she always had going for her, Alaia was always leagues above him when it came down to studies. There were many a night that he had to ask for study lessons. He couldn't afford to let his grades slip or else his after school sports activities would suffer along with them. The way that she worded things for him tended to make more sense than when he would hear them in a classroom. He simply figured that it was just because they had known each other for so long that it would make it into his head easier. He never questioned it and he had reason ever to do so. They would walk together at a similar pace which at this point, he never questioned it. He knew that originally, they had a bit of a problem with her taking longer strides due to her structure but as they got older, they had found a nice middle ground unconsciously. There were even days where he would want to workout and they would find time to run a bit. Trying to keep up with her was difficult when she really wanted to get moving but that is what he wanted, the push to get better. He came back to them walking as she would start talking about the photographer. He didn't really like the guy but that wasn't new. Oh. He automatically didn't like most people that came into her life. They all just seemed...wrong. There were so many dishonest people that had come into their life that he just assumed they wanted to hurt her. Yeah, I guess that he didn't seem all that bad. But that didn't mean much in his eyes. He would listen as she began to put herself down as she would tend to do though the idea was stupid in its entirety, Lionel would kick a rock that crossed his path. Alaia, you're great just like you are. You don't need anyone to tell you that. It's like people say... He would pause as he tried to remember the words exactly. Beauty is in the hand...no, beauty is in the.... eye of the...beholder? He would look off to the side as if to really think of the words. Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, besides the point, I just don't want you to go swan diving off some deep end.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Thank you Alaia smiled wide as Lionel complimented her, staying silent while he tried to find the proper expression. It was a bit amusing, not that he struggled of course, but how he looked away thoughtfully to find the proper words, looking somewhat cute. You nailed it she encouraged. Was she going to pursue that road? To think further about that eventful encounter? The thing is that I don't see myself beautiful she admitted, and I love your compliments but... it would feel nice to be acknowledged as such from someone that isn't my best friend or my parents Alaia continued. I guess that I'd find some strength in that, you know? she tried to explain. What's the worst it can happen? That they call me ugly? I'm accustomed to that she said, looking down. It could be somewhat true, but it still hurt, each and every time. And if it works? Even if it's just a small picture... Alaia continued. That would make me feel better... she said, defending her case. It wasn't like the decision depended on Lionel, but she wanted his support, she wanted him by her side if she was to reach for Winston and ask what did he had in mind. Can I count on you if I decide to reach the photographer to see what he's thinking about? she asked, getting closer to Lionel and looking at him. I'm not going to decide now though she warned. I want to sleep over it. Tomorrow is Saturday so I have a free day to do whatever Alaia said, stretching her arms over her head, a gesture that pushed her generous bosom a bit. My back is a bit stiff- she whined. If you have any game or practice I'll go watch it, of course. Maybe we could go to the drive-in theater if you are free she suggested. Alaia loved that place, as most normal movie theaters weren't adapted for someone like her, while she could go to the drive-in in her own adapted car or comfortably ride the back of a pickup.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel couldn't help but give himself a small little arm pump as she told him that he had gotten it correct. He took his victories where he could find them and getting praised from his parents, his coach and Alaia meant the world to him. He would slowly let his arm come back down to his side as she would continue on about not seeing herself as what people would consider beautiful and while he always tried to keep her in brighter spirits, hearing it from someone else would mean a bit more. He thought about it and she was right. Being told the same thing by the same person would surely start to grow stale, maybe even lose its luster. Being told he was doing great by his parents only got him so far, it was when his coach started to praise him and his team that he actually felt as thought he was making actual progress. Yeah. I think that I do understand. Getting that kind of recognition can help a lot. He was starting to poke more holes in his argument by himself. When she talked about them calling her ugly, his instinctively balled a fist. And that can get ready to eat those camera's for lunch. Her will to want this to work could be seen, ever so slightly in her eye. He would think about seeing a pocket sized photo of her. Well... She would then bring up the want for him to be there if she did in fact want to get up with the photographer. He would turn to look at her and it was almost criminal as he would scratch the back of his head before replying. If you do, I want the first photo. Autographed and signed. So when you become a big star, I'll have proof that I was your biggest fan. He would then watch her stretch, her chest seemingly almost to the point of bursting from her top. It might have something to do with... He would pause ...the way you carry yourself. And unless I get called in for practice, I should have the weekend off. I heard there were some really good movies out this month too. We could russian roulette and go to whatever is showing when we get there. I'd be fun, we can make a day of it. He liked the idea of just relaxing for a day, no need to rush anywhere. Just have a nice time, surely that wouldn't be so much to ask for.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

My brave knight... Alaia smiled when Lionel reassured her that she would be safe from even words, as he wasn't going anywhere. It could even be a positive influence on other... different girls maybe? she voiced, even if it was a far fetched idea. A bullied freak couldn't be an example for anyone, but maybe, just maybe... Ah, of course you'll have the first photo Alaia nodded, being rescued from drifting into dark thoughts by Lionel's amusing commentary. Do you imagine? Me? A star she laughed, as the notion was ridiculous, but it was still fun to dream from the safety of Lionel's side. Unaware of the effect her chest had, as Alaia was so deluded by abuse that she didn't even think that something about her could be attractive, she just pondered about Lionel's elusive words. She carried herself just normally, or so she thought, so she had no idea what was he talking about. Distracted by Lionel's positive reaction to the movie plan, Alaia just cheered, leaning to plant a kiss on his cheek. I like the idea a lot, some resting and homework Saturday morning, but then we can enjoy ourselves for the afternoon and evening she was beaming, wanting to do something fun and kind of improvised. Take out food, a movie... she said dreamy, it was a lovely idea. They were approaching her home, closer to school than Lionel's even if both were in the area, not far from the playground where they met for the first time. It was a big one storied house, adapted to the needs of her family, and quite pretty. It wasn't like Alaia or her parent's couldn't climb stairs, she had gotten quite good at it in fact, but it was still a nuisance so they opted for a wider, single story family house. So you have the morning free to train or anything Alaia said, stopping in front of her house entrance, not wanting to say goodbye to Lionel yet. Of course, he was always welcome on her house, as he had been plenty of times. If you need help with your homework, you know where I live, so maybe we'll meet tomorrow morning. If not, just hop by sometime after lunch and we can get on our way to the movie plan she said with a beaming smile.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Wanting to be something for someone else to look up too. Lionel could see how that ideal would become appealing and for a good reason no less. A role model if ever there was one. He would think of himself at the moment, he knew the things he had done were not what would be considered saint like but he felt that even he had his heart in the right place when everything was said and done. That was all that matter for him, was that he could sleep at night and Alaia could live a life that wasn't surrounded by enemies. As she laughed at the idea of being a star, Lionel would chime in. I can actually. All the lights and glitter, the fame and glory. Who better than you to live such a fabulous life? Alaia, I can see the name posted on every billboard around the word! In every langue I can't read! He would nudge her with his elbow lightly in jest. He would feel the kiss planted on his cheek which would cause his smile to come round in full. Always hitting the books, even on the weekend. He could hear her change in tone over the idea of such a simple day out and it was warranted, simple wasn't always bad. They came to her house and he wondered if her parents were home. He would usually come over quite often when he didn't have practice to see if she was doing anything of note. It was a large home and just being inside made him feel like he was in some sort of mansion that had a floor sliced off and dropped right there. I'll more than likely just jog this way and do some small things here and there throughout the day and that'll be my practice. When she brought up if he needed any help with his homework to which he would pat the side of his back. Always. I just don't know how you can do it. I just can't keep it in my head. He always did like seeing that smile, the one that seemed to be surrounded by nothing but pure joy. It made him want to smile all the more, almost contagious.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Done for the day, Alaia said her goodbyes to Lionel and entered her house with renewed strength. The days that she returned home after a bullying incident she always felt moping around, without the will to do anything, but that day was different. Not only had she met someone that thought she could be a model, but also had a date with Lionel the next day. As the word 'date' crossed her mind, Alaia blushed wildly, shaking it off her head. No, they were just friends, Lionel and her could never be together, could they? No, it was not possible, even if he wanted to, something unthinkable as she didn't thought she could be attractive, it would be wrong, it would give the bullies and haters even more ammunition... No. She couldn't be with him that way, she had to keep Lionel as just a friend even if it was to protect him from sharing her fate. The rest of the afternoon and evening was pretty normal, homework, cooking dinner before her parents got home and having a friendly dinner with them. Alaia always had to reassure them that she was going fine, that there was nothing to worry about as they had their own troubles themselves, but that day it was easier than others as she was content. Alaia didn't share the news of the photographer, but warned them that she was going to be absent half of the next day since she had a movie and dinner plan of sorts with Lionel, something that pleased her parents. Going to sleep in what resembled more of a giant puff than a human bed, Alaia didn't have trouble resting, her dreams more full of sweet than bitter moments for a night. The next morning, Alaia was eager for the afternoon to arrive, so she dealt with her homework quickly as if that would make the time go faster. As always that she was home, she didn't put that much care on covering herself as she did on the streets. Her lower half was always naked, since her fluffy blonde tail covered her more than enough so she wasn't wearing anything. Instead of her usual stuffy shirts, Alaia wore a loose camisole with her shoulders in the open and little restraint on her chest, allowing her to be comfortable. Calm on her room, she was making time reading a book, getting absorbed into it. OOC Feel free to either hop by Alaia's home to get homework help or just let the morning skip to get into the afternoon movie plan, I'm fine with either
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel would wave his goodbye to Alaia as she would soon disappear into her home, leaving him to make his way back to his own. He figured that he could jog around the block to get himself tired a bit more and tack on a bit more exercise to boot. It wouldn't take him long at all in order to get to his own home, even if he did pass it once in order to feel like he did some sort of progress. Upon entering, he could hear the sounds of the television, his father surely watching some game show whilst his mother was readying the table just as he passed to head to his room. He would exchange greetings and go and change into loose clothing that he wore in order to feel at home. He would eat a filling meal with his family and while he usually found himself doing some sort of workout, tonight he felt rather at peace with himself. He rested on his back, hands behind his head and eyes on the ceiling. The day had its ups and its downs but tomorrow was looking up. He would remember the kiss on his cheek and it brought a smile to his face. Though, he saw her as a dear friend, a sister at times, the years had changed and he with them. Though he would never admit it, he didn't want to ruin what they had built. He was sure that she saw him more the same way at any rate. Lionel would rub his thumb over his cheek, his smile still there. He could dream at least and he was sure to do just that as the moments went by, his vision turned to darkness and he was off to dream. The following sunrise, Lionel's alarm would sound and his day would begin. He wondered just what kind of plans the day would actually have and was excited to meet them, head on as always. After getting dressed, he would wave goodbye to his father whom was usually the first up. Lionel figured that a light run wouldn't hurt anything, so long as he didn't push himself too hard, he wouldn't have to worry about any unwanted smells. His brisk pace was almost relaxing, the wind against his face was always welcomed. It did not take him long in order to make it to Alaia's house at his pace. He found himself at the door, knocking as he often did as he awaited an answer.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Alaia was barely aware of the knock on the door, too absorbed on her book, the width of the house sometimes making hard to listen to such things. Luckily she wasn't listening to music as well and she was more than accustomed to that firm way of knocking at her door, so not only she noticed the sound but she already knew who was behind the door. Leaving her book aside, Alaia clopped on the slightly spongy soft wood that formed the floor of most of her house, a surface that wasn't just comfortable but also dulled their otherwise loud steps. Lion! she greeted cheery, opening the door. Alaia's blonde hair caressed her naked shoulders, and the loose camisole covered just her forearms and those bountiful braless breasts, her smile so bright that it could blind people to the rest of her assets. She was never aware of how revealing such an outfit could be, not to mention the nakedness of her equine half, as she didn't see herself as a person worth of admiration, so her choices of attire when she was home were usually made around the idea of comfort instead of Alaia's usual prudish coverage. If she wasn't so reserved due to the abuse and accustomed to Lionel to hop by her home often, she would probably wander around the house naked, although she wasn't that far from it that warm morning. A quick and tight hug bridged the space, and soon Alaia backed inside her house leaving space for Lionel to come in. In the end you came by on the morning, come, come, have at least something to drink... she said happy to see her friend. Water? Orange juice? she asked. My parents are doing some shopping on the mall, so unless you stay for long you won't be able to greet them Alaia commented nonchalantly. I don't see any books, so you are doing great without my help. Some morning jogging? she wondered, tapping her chin with her finger.
Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel had let his breathing become a bit more under control as he waited, always enjoying a good run when given the chance. The fresh air as it brushed past him as he ran felt as though he could outrun anything if he pushed himself just a little bit further every time. Though, the idea of sweat on his time out with Alaia today kept him from doing just that, not wanting to be one of those kinds of guys. He knew plenty of them on the team, the kinds that simply date whomever was popular or they could get their hands on for the time and care more about the reputation of the other students than the relationship. He would find this unjust if the women didn't do it just as much, plotting and scheming to rise on the ever so tall social ladder. He was looking along the side of the door, a lizard or bug of some sort catching his eye in a nearby bush but as he heard his name, his head would turn quickly as Alaia would open the door to greet him. Me! He would hold his hands out as if he was some sort of surprise present. He would let his eyes wonder to see her attire and though he had seen her many times before in similar attire, it always was a bit of a double edged sword. He would keep his composure but in his mind, he couldn't keep his mind from wondering though he would usually think of plays from practice to keep his attention off it. He would accept her hug with his own, the braless chest pressing him just a bit further back as if to make sure he didn't get too close to her. It felt almost like a guard he would wear during his games though nowhere near as hard. He would follow her inside, looking around the walls as if to see something different but of course, everything was the same. Pictures of her family and various stages of ones life between the three. Lionel would look back to her as she asked what he would like to have for his thirst. Orange juice actually, thanks. She would inform him that her parents were away and that unless they planned on staying long, he wouldn't have the chance to greet them as per the usual. We'll see. But as she brought up the fact that he didn't have any books a hand would quickly raise to slap himself on the forehead, tilting it to face the ceiling. I knew I forgot something! I was so ready to get over here that I kinda just bolted. He would look back to her, his hand sliding down his face. Do you have Misses Clarke's English notes? I have a quiz on monday and I just can't get half the stuff.
Thread: The Convent   ((Typhonis+CindyHarrison ))

The ancient convent stood proudly amongst the trees on the mountainside. Easily seen from the highway the building looked old but well cared for. Cream colored walls topped with a red ceramic tile roof. The inner buildings sported the same coloration making it look like something from Spain or Italy. Inside a few figures could be seen working , tending the garden and such. Several of them stopped when they saw the car pull up to the gate. One of them approaches said car. She has a friendly face, heart shaped with blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Her nuns habit is black with a white hood and black hat. Reminiscent of some of the French orders . Her full lips pulled back in a smile she approaches the car s the engine dies. She looks at the driver. Hello, Can I help you? Welcome to Our Lady of Mercy convent. It seems like you may have some car trouble?
Thread: The Convent   ((Typhonis+CindyHarrison ))

26 year old Robin Harrington was on the lam. Well, maybe not literally, but she might as well have been.....after getting married when she was just turning 20, she discovered married life was far from the idyllic picture her mother had made it out to be. Her husband seemed to care less and less for her wants and needs, the proverbial camel's straw being that one afternoon when she got home early only to find her husband in bed with another woman. Living in an apartment with little materialistic items bought together, the soon to follow divorce was quick and relatively painless. In less time than it took to tell about it, the raven haired beauty decided it was time to start life again. She packed up what few personal belongings she had, climbed in her car and headed off. The car had many more miles on it than she did and eventually began to sputter and cough, finally taking it's last mechanical breaths conviently near the gates of what looked like some kind of nunnery or convent. A friendly young woman approached her, dressed in what she assumed was some kind of nun's outfit. thank you, Robin replied. I guess my old car needs 'last rites', she continued nervously....
Thread: The Convent   ((Typhonis+CindyHarrison ))

The woman giggles at that and opens the wrought iron gate to let Robin in. When she sees the puzzled look on the young lady's face she points behind her. There, in the distance, she could see them. Clouds. Dark angry clouds. Clouds that boiled their fury as they climbed up the valley towards the convent. She giggles once again. Just grab a suitcase if you have one. The convent will gladly put you up for the night after you see mother superior. She wave robin through after she grabs her things. The other nuns finish what they are doing and head for the buildings as well. Inside the same cream color dominates the buildings. Though in places Ivy can be seen climbing up to add a touch of color to the scene. The nun leads her to the main building and in through the door. A few seconds after they enter the thick walled structure the pitter patter of rain could be heard. The door closes with a solid thunk. Her guide waved her forward down a well lit hallway.
Thread: The Convent   ((Typhonis+CindyHarrison ))

To Robin, this all looked like a scene from the musical, 'The Sound of Music'....she almost half expected to see Julie Andrews appear. Despite that, it was kinda comforting to see the other nuns appear. Thank you for coming to my rescue, she said....I just hope you don't think I'll be one of you....to start with, I'm a Lutheran... It was a nice and quiet respite from the world around her however....but tranquility could be confusing.....