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Thread: Second in Comand [Ebony x Sebastian]

Juliette moved through the quiet village. She loved her hometown. Serene, quiet and uneventful much like her. Juliette was interesting but, being a woman, she was taught to suppress her individuality. She was condemned to wear the same dull colours on her gown, the same bland hair tied into an elaborate bun, and the same husband she had been promised to so many years ago. Being the daughter of the King, Juliette had her husband picked out many years before it had even been relevant to think of men, therefore, her was nearly ten years older than Juliette, who was only 19 and at her prime. Juliette didn't mind the age gap, what she minded was the fact that she couldn't pick for herself. Today, Juliette had her dark brown hair put into a high bun. She refused to wear the elaborate wigs that had been made for her, and only wore them on special occasions like balls. Since today was nothing special, she just kept her hair the way it was. She longed to undo the ribbon and let it flow past her shoulder blades, but she knew it would be 'improper' of her to do such a thing, so she left it alone. Her dark eyes and pale face would have been beautiful with a satin blue dress, but instead were marred by the red-brown gown she was forced to wear. Her mother had refused to let her have any say in the design of her dress, so her ideas about a higher hem and visible corset were ignored. Instead, her hemline reached the floor, and her waistline was unrecognisable under the loose material that didn't complement her figure in any way. The colours of the dress were plain ugly. White and brown-red clashed and washed out her already pale face. So, understandably, Juliette was in a foul mood. She wandered the various stalls, not bothering to make small talk or be courteous to those who bowed before her if they recognised her. She was simply tired of her boring, quiet life.
Thread: Second in Comand [Ebony x Sebastian]

Uriel had been planning this for a long time. Many years ago his best friend the King had promised his beautiful daughter away to another man. This had infuriated Uriel though he had not let anyone know of his jealousy. Instead he waited and planned, abusing and using the palace servants in secret while Juliette grew up into an even more beautiful woman. She was to be married off by the end of the year now, and Uriel knew his time was running out. If he wanted the girl all for himself he'd just have to take her. So when he discovered that she had gone off to the village to browse the merchant stalls, Uriel went out to find her. He had the perfect plan one that he had come up with several years ago and could only now put it into motion. He quickly went to the Market place, and upon finding the Princess she did stick out with everyone bowing to her, he followed her, waiting for her to get to the right spot. He wasn't wearing the rich clothing that suited his rank as second in command of the kingdom, instead he was wearing simple villagers clothing, a tunic, cloth pants and a leather belt with a pair of stout boots. Unless anyone knew him personally no one would recognize him. Soon enough the Princess got to the spot he needed her to be in. Rushing forward Uriel came to her side. Princess, don't ask questions, there are assassins here, after you. He wrapped his arm around her slim waist and began guiding her out of the market and towards one of the nearby homes. If the Princess looked up she would be able to recognize him. Shaggy dark hair, cold blue eyes, six-foot two. He had known her pretty well her entire life despite his different clothing she would recognize and trust him. Quickly enough they arrived at the house he had been guiding her too. The door was unlocked and Uriel pushed her inside before closing the door behind him, the lock clicking. He had hired a master locksmith, who had put a special lock on the door one that needed a combination to unlock. He also had all the walls thickened, so no sound could enter or escape. The Princess was trapped, inside, with him. She wouldn't be the first pet he played with inside the home, but she certainly would be the most enjoyed. Quickly, change your appearance so you can hide better. Let your hair hang loose, and take the dress off. I think there is something better for you to wear in one of the bedrooms. He was still playing that there were assassin's after her he would soon let her know the truth, but for the moment he wanted to see if he could get her to strip without having to force his hand. He wondered if the Princess would notice that Uriel wasn't anxious at all, instead of watching out the window his blue eyes were lecherously watching her.
Thread: Second in Comand [Ebony x Sebastian]

Juliette was inspecting an apple with little curiosity when Uriel took her waist. She gasped in surprise, but his familiar voice brought a smile to her lips. His words however, frightened her. She gripped the hand that was around her waist, and let him guide her through the thin crowd of people. Taking one look at his face, she managed to calm herself. She knew he wouldn't harm her. As they entered the house, she resisted the urge to ask him to explain, but his words rang in her ears. 'Princess, don't ask questions, there are assassins here, after you.' She feared for her family instantly. She nodded after he told her what to do, and couldn't help but be happy that she could finally remove the revolting dress. She moved to the nearest door, and shut it behind her. She almost immediately let her hair down and shed the dress. She looked around and located a set of drawers. As she riffled through the drawers, she was taken aback by the kinds of clothes she found. Tight, lacy underwear and fabrics like silk. She felt herself blush at them. She kept looking until she found something decent. A short dress that reminded her of a nightgown, only thinner.
Thread: The New Kid

it was a brand new school year, a year for graduating, Seniors where talking excitedly about their last year. the rest of the school was talking about the new student. being that they all lived in such a small town a new person was very exciting... being that the new kid had moved in next door to one of the other students... alone, was a cause of great rumor. The kid was apparently sixteen, maybe seventeen, and had moved from the cold, cold Alaska. That was the only thing the people of the small town knew for certain, which meant there was a lot of room for Rumors. A lot, of rumors, which where just as wild as the imagination of a five year old, honestly. The people whispered in the halls about Eric , Thomas, Thompson. Some said he was rich, and had run away from home to prove a point, others said he had killed his family and was on the run from the law. Some claimed he was in the Mob, and was only pretending to be a student to start a gang in the area, others thought he was a seller of drugs. Some suspected he was in the witness protection, some thought he was a special agent looking for spies. Some thought he was gay, some swore he was straight, some even thought he might be inhuman. In a small town like that, rumors flowed as easily as gossip, and soon the name Eric Thompson was said with a hesitancy, as if just saying his name might bring hell forth. The rumors had been flowing for weeks, ever since Eric had moved into the little town a week ago, driving his own car, with a moving van that had movers to take in all of his things... mostly furniture. Only a few people had actually seen Eric, mostly only his next door neighbors, who had seen him moving in, his eyes a coppery brown, almost golden but not quite... a very unique color that almost couldn't be described. His hair was a light bronze brown that fluttered around his handsome face as he moved and directed the workers... and then he had gone inside, and had not come back out except to manage the little garden that was in the back, yanking out all the dead flowers and weeds, tilling the soil, and planting new flowers... shirtless. Oh how the younger women had swooned as they watched from the windows.... but now, it was Monday, and the first day of school, and everyone awaited the arrival of the newest student, who no one could agree on being a junior or a senior. Wild rumors still flowed as Eric finally appeared, as handsome as ever as he moved through the halls in his tight, name brand jeans and a button up shirt that did little to hide his amazing muscles. He ignore everything, and everyone as the whispers increased in tempo as he moved straight to the principles office to get his schedule, locker, and everything else that he'd need. It was going to be, a very interesting year.
Thread: The New Kid

Ruthaleen Rose Roddman sat in homeroom, she sat by a window and was only half paying attention to the class. She really hadn't made any friends, though she did talk to everyone and everyone said she was a little odd or something was off about her. She was fine without nosy people being around ehr all the time though. The town was also quite used to her, she had been there since she was young this town was all she remembered. But her tank top had a little sweat collected her the heat of the sun in which she sat. Her hair was in a small pony tail it only reached down to her chin in length, it was a dirty blonde. Her dirt brown eyes were like everyone elses and she was covered ll over very lightly in freckles. She wore old jeans that were faded from time and work rather then fashion like a lot of the girls wore. SHe also didn't have any makeup on. She'd done most of this work and almost all of the reading the year previous, with nothing else to do she had learned. She knew quite a lot by now though she hardly talked to anyone about it all. Ruthaleen was early for class, even the teacher wasn't there yet, but then again Ruthaleen was often very early. But she sat looking out the window into the country and small city that was her hometown. Her parents worked out of town, and often were away on business. So really it was more like she lived by herself then anything else. But everything they did was for her future. That's what they always said in the notes with the money they left behind. Ruthaleen had her book open to the page they would be covering for first period even though she'd read it already, just in case she got bored looking outside she could always read it again. Soon enough kids filtered in and no one sat next to Ruthaleen. Most of all of them left all the seats empty around her, especially the one in front of her and beside her. Soon enough though the seats were filled and Ruthaleen was sitting by herself by the windows.
Thread: The New Kid

the class was only ten minutes in when someone walked into the room, Eric, who handed the teacher a note, his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder as he brushed his hair out of his face, the slow whispers of the gossipers filling the room just as it had in the halls, and some of them where even loud enough for Eric to actually hear... he looked very amused as he listened to people speculate over whether he really was on the run, or hiding from a person who had murdered his entire family. it Was rather ridiculous after all. and then of course the Teacher had to make it worse by telling them all to be quiet, turning Eric to face the room. everyone, this is Eric Thompson. the Teacher chirped happily. he's all the way from Alaska! Eric, would you tell the class a little bit about yourself? the teacher asked, or rather, demanded and Eric looked around the room with his piercing brown eyes, the entire room falling silent at the amount of self confidence that the young man had. hello. Eric's voice was deep, almost husky... a voice for dark rooms and silk sheets and naughty things at night... and even better was the accent, it wasn't very strong, but it put a very pleasant lilt to the words that he spoke and half the class immediately fell in love with him... it was rather ridiculous the hormones of teenagers. as the Teach said, i'm Eric, and i come from Alaska... and i think i might be dying of heat stroke. Erik admitted, shaking his head. it's HOT here. he complained playfully. i despise Math and anything to do with it, but i love history and geography. he admitted, blinking at them all. i am seventeen, but i am only a Junior, and i can't wait to make some freinds. he grinned at them all and glanced at the teacher who nodded, and he made his way over to some of the open desks, ignoring the desks open on the other side of the room and sat right next to Ruth, dropping his bag onto the floor and shaking his head as he puled out a notebook and pen to take notes as the teacher started Class, talking about 'social economics'. oh how he hated numbers...
Thread: The New Kid

Ruthaleen was aware of the presence next to her, While she was a little interested about him he seemed to be trying to hard. He seemed to be playing the crowd. Which she thought was pretty funny actually. But she continued to look out the window and ignore him. This was a boring class and she had all the work in the book finished already, just waiting until she could turn it in. SHe never paid attention in class. This was all too easy for her to do. She was much smarter then anyone else, in fact when she did her homework it was usually senior stuff. She took all the classes she was able nd studied for the rest on her own. She never wanted to go to collage because... well because her family didn't have the money for it. So she would be forever locked in this small town. She handed her notes from the book to Eric however, he would need them. She didn't, not anymore. She didn't say anything and she ignred all the dirty looks the other girls in the class were giving her. Ruthaleen didn't care what anyone thought anyways. If he needed the help sher would help him. Though he was very odd.
Thread: The New Kid

Eric was trying a little too hard. he wanted these people to like him, and not treat him like the weird little freak he was... and then he had to work on the notes, scowling darkly as the teacher went on, faster than he could keep up. he wasn't good at school, he was an athletic type, not an intelligence type... not to say he was stupid, but he certainly wasn't good at school either. he blinked as some papers settled onto his book, picking them up. what is this?...oh! notes? thank you! he muttered, smiling at Ruthaleen. i'm Eric. he introduced himself, smiling at her. are you sure it's ok for me to have these? you don't need them? he asked, a little worried that she might suffer her own schoolwork because he had taken her notes. oh!... your my next door neighbor right? i thought you looked familiar. he mused, smiling at her. it's nice to officially meet you. he stated happily, looking up as the bell rang and sighing. i hate school. he groaned, shaking his head a little as he got to his feet. well, i'll see you later, yeah? he asked hopefully, smiling at her. he ended up having three other classes with her, Algebra, with which he clearly had no idea what he was doing, and he hated the teacher because she wouldn't let him sit down until he talked for a half an hour about himself, something that clearly made him uncomfortable. He had World History with her as well, in which he actually enjoyed a great deal, answering the questions about Alaska easily, and even eagerly, and happily entertained himself by reading the book while everyone else goofed off. he also had Gym with her, another class in which he excelled. and his loose shorts and skin tight T-Shirt had half that class in love with him as well, not that he noticed, he was too busy making three pointers on the basketball hoops... and then too busy telling the basketball team that he had no intention of joining any school teams. he was 'too busy', or so he claimed, not that anyone believed him.
Thread: The New Kid

Ruthaleen smiled a little. She didn't take her notes back, and she didn't say a word in return to him. Most everyone ignored her by now anyways. They all thought she was too weird for completley all her schoolwork in advance and not participating. In gym she simply walked around as everyone else played the games. No one wanted her on the team and the teacher turned a blind eye as long as she was walking or in some kind of motion. Once P.E. was over and they were all told to go change Ruthaleen was shoved around by the girls and boys as they rushed past her. She didn't really care but she wasn't a physical kind of person. Not only that but some of the boys were really rough with her, she ended up falling over like she did almost every day. She stayed on the ground, no one kicked her but the people usually, would push her around more when she stood back up. She was always the last to change, no one else wanted to be around a brainiac like her... someone who looked down on others they said. She didn't mind she preferred being alone, she had seen Eric in the yard doing work and she had been out on a wooden bench reading. She liked reading a lot and that's what she did all the time unless she had something else that was important, like cleaning or cooking. Often cooking. Her mother worked at a diner and her father worked at a factory so she was usually left alone in her home. She wasn't allowed to have pets and that suited her fine as well. Being alone was good enough for her.
Thread: The New Kid

Eric scowled as he watched the other student's push and shove Ruth around and he bent down, stopping any of the kicks as he took her hand. are you alright? he asked softly his head tilted, looking worried. are you hurt? he asked, frowning at the backs of the other students. ...i'll walk you home. he promised. make sure none of the other students pick on you. he promised, sitting down with her until the other students left before moving into the changing room himself to get changed. just as promised, he walked her home, scowling as he considered what he had seen through the day... the other students where bright, and happy, and rarely bullied other kids... so why gang up on one small nerdy girl? what was so strange about Ruthaleen, aside from her name? he remembered seeing her while he was fixing up the yard, ignoring the world, her nose buried in a book... he thought it was cute, apparently the other students didn't think so... he dropped her off at her house with a smile and a promise to walk her home tomorrow to keep the rude students away and went inside his own house and then headed straight into the backyard to work on his Garden, planting flowers in one, and vegetables in the other. Tomatoes and Carrots, turnips and radishes, all sorts of delicious things... he was even growing sweet corn and popcorn! a real 'green thumb'. Hey Ruth! he called over the small hedge that served as a 'fence' between the houses. Do you Tutor? he asked suddenly, leaning against the hedges. i can pay you if you'll tutor me in the numbers? he asked hopefully. what do you say? wanna help an idiot out?
Thread: The New Kid

Ruthaleen had walked in silence, it wasn't really like she had asked him to be so nice or to hang around her all the time. But once she was home and read the notes on the table and fridge she went outside to read after cleaning up really quickly. That was when Eric called over the fence. Tutoring was a little strange she had never thought about it. Most people called her a freak, mostly because when she was little she told people what she saw, but she didn't do that anymore, they simply called her names and picked on her mostly. How much did you have in mind? Only one subject? Ruthaleen asked as she got off her bench. Closing her book carefully she kept a straight face, as she walked over to the hedge. She didn't lean on them or over them, she kept quite a few feet away from him in fact. There was something very strange about him. Ever since he showed up there was more activity for one thing. She stood there in her dying lawn waiting for an answer to her own question as well. I can't make any promises whether or not I'll be any help either, and I have to make dinner and clean everyday. If you get teased... or picked on I'll warn you now it's because you are hanging around me. Ruthaleen said wondering why he had shortened her name, no one called her Ruth, no one but her grandmother who had passed away, though she called her Ruthy. Ever since she had passed away everyone was leary and wary around Ruthaleen though.
Thread: The New Kid

he smiled a little when she came over. anything with numbers in it really... i mean.. i'm not stupid they just... he shook his head. they just don't make sense to me! and then you throw in the slashes and the dots and the letters and it's just... he made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. those notes you gave me this morning where... well they where amazing! he admitted with a grin. they made so much sense! he admitted shaking his head. and... he paused, looking confused. you have to make Dinner? he looked at the house, suddenly realizing that he had never seen any 'adults' over there. ... do you live alone? i can make you Dinner over here if you like, for thanks for tutoring... i'll still pay you of course. he promised offering her a smirk. oh please, you think i didn't get picked on in Alaska? he asked his head tilted. i'm not afraid of a bunch of moronic little brats who can't handle one woman. he admitted with a roll of his eyes. they clearly have something wrong in their heads if their all ganging up on you. he scowled darkly. well that won't happen anymore, i can assure you, i can't STAND bullies. he admitted with a low growl. besides, if i want to hang out with someone, i'm going to, no stupid group of kids is gonna tell me i can't... he paused, hesitating. unless you'd rather i just left you alone? he asked, studying her for a moment. i've never had a friend before so... he rubbed the back of his head. but if you'd rather not have anything to do with me, i understand... i'm pretty weird...
Thread: The New Kid

You'll hear a lot of stories about me. But if you can handle me then do so. As for tutoring... math is pretty easy you just have to break it down. I'm glad my notes helped... I've been working on the senior stuff lately and it gets more difficult... so something easier would be more fun for me. They aren't really bullies, they just... they just don't understand is all. My parents work a lot. They don't like to be home when I'm here. Ruthaleen explained cryptically in fact just about everything she did was cryptic. Pay me however much you want... as for dinner if I don't make anything my parents won't eat... but I suppose joining you wouldn't be so bad... I mean you eat alone too right? Well sort of alone anyways, has anyone ever told you how gentle you are? I've noticed you gardening, well noticed implies a little more then a glance but... you always seem really peaceful every time I look over. Not like when you are at school. Ruthaleen also noticed that Eric had a wide range of emotions to call on all the time and he was very expressive. She wasn't. She had been when she was much younger but that had ended rather quickly. Ruthaleen moved her hand like she was swatted something slowly, moving perhaps a fly or something away from her ear. Well... you are probably busy with your full yard and all so I'll leave you alone. Ruthaleen said softly waiting a few moments before turning away and heading back to her bench.