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Thread: Am I Really Cared For? ((Dark_Times x myself))

He leaned forward and spoke quietly, Well now, my father was a jealous and ignorant man, he sold drugs for a living, my mother died giving birth to me and he blamed me for it., he was staring straight at her to show there was no lies mixed in here. So every day, sometimes for no reason he used to beat me, until one day I just ran, didn't stop until I reached the old rail yard, you know the one. His face bore a grave expression, I hid out there, begging for change off people when ever I went back into town, until I met a girl my age, thats when things looked up, but about four years ago, we were walking home to her place, and who do we bump into but my father. He went silent and his eyes shimmered slightly, Long story short, I'm single again and my father is dead, and I'm left with this, he moved his collar to show the faint scar the rope had left him.
Thread: Am I Really Cared For? ((Dark_Times x myself))

She looked at his neck and frowned slightly. So you failed an attempt, too? she looked away and bit her lip. She leaned against the arm of the couch and sighed. Makes you feel like shit didn't it? she said and smirked. I mean, you start feeling like you can't do anything right, and then you can't take your own life correctly. she scoffed. Welcome to my personal hell.
Thread: Am I Really Cared For? ((Dark_Times x myself))

He chuckled darkly, Actually, it just made me think that I was not bound for the other side just yet, and you aren't either, he looked straight at her, I will not fail you, I'm going to show you that your cared for, by even the most unlikely of people. He wondered if he was getting through to her, Now, I want you to set a positive goal for the end of the week, and then I'll help you succeed at it, he relaxed back again and cracked his knuckles.
Thread: Am I Really Cared For? ((Dark_Times x myself))

She chuckled lightly. Oh, I see. She shifted slightly, anxiety starting to get to her again. She instinctively traced the scars on her arm and looked down. And who do you propose, might care? she asked. When he asked about a positive goal she smirked. I don't know... maybe just get over this shit. she replied standing and walking to the window, staring out into the courtyard.
Thread: Am I Really Cared For? ((Dark_Times x myself))

I care, about each and every one of my patients, he calmly followed her to the window, So, by the end of the week you hope to be over all this?, sounds good to me. He turned to face her, You wanna go for a walk out on the rear green?. He ran a hand through his hair and checked his keys, as the green was off limits to most patients.
Thread: Celebrities sold off (Cerberus and DeterminedNinja)

Drake had been working for the company for more then 3 years now and in that time he had become one of their best agent to find the target and retrive it for them before training them then handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair all dressed up. There was supposed to be a big party for Celebrities, some A list group who thought that they were untouchable that they wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those B list stars. Laughing he got up and headed to his car and checked his trunk for all of the tools of his trade. His ropes, gags and chloroform. Getting into his Car he headed out from his house and into the city where the after party was being held. Drake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now. it had to be someone really at the A list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. Then that would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe.
Thread: School time woes (MarxistPanda and Unusual)

Oh Gosh, I'm going to be so late! Mali, don't worry about it, I'm sure they'll understand. Besides, it's not your fault if the bus hasn't come yet. This isn't how I wanted my first day to go, though! The dark haired girl said softly to her older sister, who was kindly standing next to her to try and make her less nervous. It was the start of her senior year, and like usual, she was in another her. Her father was constantly switching jobs or job locations, which meant that she was constantly changing schools and homes. Which honesty didn't bother Malika much at all. She was used to it by now, so whenever the news came that they had to pack up, the shy girl would run upstairs, pack her things, and get ready to leave. However, this year would bring new experiences for sure. She'd never been on a school bus, since she always had lived within five minutes of the school. Plus, she had always gone to private schools, with the whole little uniform and everything else. Now though, she was going to finish her last year of high school in a public school, which was nerve wracking. First of all, they all got to wear what they wanted, so she'd likely be the only one in a uniformhonestly, it was the only thing she was comfortable wearing to school, plus, there'd be boys, which were never in place at her old school. Finally though, the bus came, and Malika hurried onto it, sitting down next to the window and waving at her sister before they headed to school. Malika was beautiful, in all senses of the word. She had dark, chestnut brown hair that curled and hung right to her shoulders. Big, olive green eyes that would make you just stop and stare for a moment. Her skin was sort of pale, but she certainly had that sunkissed sort of look to her. Malika certainly wasn't thin like a lot of girls, but she wasn't chubby either. She had curves, and they were in all the right places. Actually, the only thin part of her was her waist, giving her that hourglass shape that so many women desired. However, it seemed that this girl didn't really know what she looked like, since she didn't try to show it off. She was in a white, short sleeved dress shirt, with a red sweater vest pulled over it that clung to her chest like a second skin. Her skirt was red as well, and it went down to her knees. She hadn't gone all out though with the uniform, wearing short white socks instead of the normal knee high ones. And last but not least, Mary Janes with a slight heel on them with made the somewhat shorter girlshe was only five four about two inches taller. Once the bus arrived at the school, she practically ran off of it, hurrying inside and into her homeroom, where the whole class was already there. At least, it looked like the whole class. She had no idea if there were more people, but already it was huge.
Thread: School time woes (MarxistPanda and Unusual)

Axel was late to home room, of course. There was no real reason behind it, he just didnt want to get this year started, or have anything to do with school any more for that matter. At least it was the last. His seat was the only one not claimed, making it easy to find where he was assigned to sit. Slowly, he walked to the empty desk beside Malika and set his old gray messenger back down on the scared wood. As he sat down he smiled at her slightly. She was cute, for sure. The school girl look was different, though. Different in that most girls that wore it did so to be alternative. Such girls had tattoos and piercings and dyed hair. He could tell, however that this girl wore the look because she was comfortable in it, despite how uncomfortable she looked at the moment. He leaned over so she could hear him over the other conversations, Youre new, huh? He smiled, trying to be a friendly as he could. Despite his alternative look, he was a nice guy. Today he wore a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged his muscular legs, accenting the contours of the muscles. He was a runner, after all. His hair was black and short, but spiked and messy on his head. He had bright green eyes that fit his pale but strongly featured face.
Thread: School time woes (MarxistPanda and Unusual)

Malika glanced up as someone else entered the room, looking at the man for a moment before looking back down at her schedule. However, she looked right back up, her already big, doe like eyes even wider. Sure, she had never gone to school with a boy before, but that wasn't why she looked so shocked. It was because he didn't look like any of the catholic school boys she had ever seen. It was interesting, and it sure had her intrigued. She watched as he walked over and sat next to her, the girl crossing her legs and sitting up straighter before looking down at her schedule again. She wanted to memorize it so she didn't have to stop in the middle of a busy hall way. However, as she heard him speak to her, she looked over at him, her olive colored eyes looking into his before she nodded. Yes. I'm Malika Williams. I must... look really weird to you, huh? I went to Catholic school my whole life so I didn't really... know what to wear. I didn't want to look like a freak, but I think I managed to do that anyways. And I'm rambling... I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous. She blushed slightly, tucking her hair behind her ears gently before coughing softly. The bell rang, a sound she was not normally used to, so Malika jumped slightly as she gasped, looking up quickly before taking a deep breath. Does that... always happen between classes? Or just in the morning?
Thread: School time woes (MarxistPanda and Unusual)

Wow, she really was new. And really cute. He couldnt help but smile at the way she talked. My names Axel, and you dont look weird at all, love, he gave her a smile. He called all of his female friends love The ones he cared for the most anyway. Dont be nervous. Hey, I tell you what. Why dont I show you around to your classes, huh? I know this school like the back of my hand. He smiled to her again. Maybe he was going out of his way to be helpful to this girl, and he hoped that he wouldnt come off as some kind of creep or something. She was just soadorable, he couldnt let her get swallowed up in the hallways and be late to her classes. That wasnt a very good first impression to make. And besides he was new here at one point, and everyone treated him like shit just because of the way he dressed. He didnt want that to happen to her. Whenever the bell rang and she jumped, he touched her arm gently, Haha, yeah it does. Sometimes you wont even hear it and sometimes youll be waiting for it so badly that it rings through your mind like the song of angels. Can I see your schedule? he asked, and held out his hand for it. If she gave it to him he would scan it over for a quick moment and moved out of his seat. Follow me, he said with a grin, and grabbed his bag. The halls would seem like chaos compared to the schools she was use to. But Axel made sure she stayed close, and in no time, he had her to her first period class. Here you go! Hey, if you want, wait for me after class and well continue the tour. See you in forty five minutes! He gave her a wink and walked off.
Thread: School time woes (MarxistPanda and Unusual)

Axel... She muttered softly, in an attempt to remember his name. Mali liked this boy. He was different. And nice. Not at all like what she expected him to be like. When he offered to show her around, she smiled brilliantly and handed him the schedule. It was nice to know that at least someone would be kind to her and help her figure out how to go about this place. At her old schools, they sat in one room all day, and had different Nuns come in and teach them. Sure, they did math and science, but they also had bible study and such. Not that the girl was hugely religious. It was her father that pushed to put her in those schools so she wouldn't go down the same path her sister did. Not that her sister was bad, but she had started dating around sixteen, and they weren't the nice, church going boys. They were the rocker type, with their loud music and parties that her father wasn't all that fond of. THe class went by so fast, that when the bell rang, she could barely contain a squeak of nervousness. She got up, picking her books up and clutching them to her chest before starting to make it out of the classroom. A few boys were looking at her, and it wasn't innocent, she knew that much. But exactly what their intentions were, she wasn't positive. She headed from the room, reaching for her schedule and.... Oh gosh, her schedule! Axel must have held onto it. But where was he going to be? Was he coming back? Oh gosh, her heart was pounding a mile a minute at the thought of being late. Hey sweetness. I beg your pardon? The girl looked up, some jock type grinning creepily at her. Her eyes widened, Malika backing up against the wall nervously as she tucked her hair behind her ears. Want some help to class, pretty lady? No thank you. Someone is coming to help me. Please leave now. She practically whimpered, hugging her books tightly as her curly hair fell into her face.
Thread: School time woes (MarxistPanda and Unusual)

Axel had to walk across the school and go up the stares to get from his class to hers, so it was a bit of a trip back. But whenever he walked around the corner he saw the boys standing in front of Mal. That couldn't be any good. He slung his gab further behind his back and walked quickly up to them, his shoulder coming to touch Mal's. She looked petrified, the poor thing. He reached out slightly, and moved his arm around the small of her back, easing her to the side and out from against the wall, Come on, Mal, we don't want to be late, love. he spoke to Mal, but his bright eyes were staring right at the biggest of the jocks. Obviously the leader of the small troop.
Thread: School time woes (MarxistPanda and Unusual)

She jumped slightly as he shoulder touched hers, the girl smiling as he wrapped his arm around her. He pulled her away, and she instinctively leaned her head onto his shoulder as they walked. She had a huge grin on her face, the girl putting her hand on hiss stomach for a moment before pulling away. In the middle of the hallway though, she stopped, making him stop as well before looking up into his eyes. Thank you for helping me back there. Malika was quite sweet, as was apparent when she leaned up and kissed cheek gently. She then started walking again, giggling softly as she blushed slightly. She couldn't believe she had done that, but it was just an innocent kiss, right? I mean, he didn't like her like that, they had just met. But still, she did think he was awfully cute. Axel, come on! I don't know where I'm going. She continued to walk as she spoke, her full hips swaying slightly as she walked.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Starlight and Ronin)

For a very long time, Christine had imagined working at one of the top advertising agencies in the country. And now that she was here, she hated it. She didn't hate it because it was poor work, but rather, because of the man in charge. A man she had gone to college with, clawed her way against, and managed to have him promoted over her, after all she'd sacrificed. She hated him. The brunette appeared to have it all on the outside, a perfect body, curved in all the right places, deep blue eyes and dark brown locks, left hanging around her shoulders. She was well-off as well, a boyfriend in the NFL. What didn't she have? The position that should have been hers. Crossing her legs, donning a shorter black skirt, clinging to her, she sighed, pushing back her hair as she went over the figures on her desk. Her torso was clad in a form-fitting white blouse, trying to keep herself focused on the task at hand. The less she interacted with her 'boss', the better. He would only find a way to demean her anyways. And if she'd tried to do something about it? Forget it. No one would take it seriously, he had too much pull. Resigning herself to her work, Christine kept her eyes on her papers, ignoring the world that was going on around her. Perhaps if she worked hard enough again, eventually she'd move forward.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Starlight and Ronin)

Damon was wearing that same smirk he had ever since he found out that he was going to get promoted, especially after all the work which he had to go through. And his rival was none other then the prissy Christine whom had been one of those teases whom would never go out with anyone other then the jocks. Although he wasn't a nerd his crush on her during that time had never changed. But finally he had managed to get back at her with this promotion they both had been trying to get which he had received. He also was very gracious ensuring to let Christine know all the perks, the condo and the company car which went along with the job. Although Damon knew that Christine was well off, he found it quite amusing to gloat at her, especially turning downs her suggestions and using them as his own ideas rather then hers. Yes it was good being boss, he thought to himself, with a wide grin playing on his lips. Wearing his Armani black suit along with matching black pants he marched out of his office, his tanned skin went well with his height, standing at 6 foot and due to going to gym on a regular basis he had managed to obtain an athletic build. Christine, come see me in my office.... now. He said rather sternly. As he returned to his rather large office, everything seemed neatly arranged. Almost untouched, lately he had word that Christine had been instead of pitching his ideas to Damon, instead letting his superiors know about them.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Starlight and Ronin)

It was true, Christine had indeed been going to some of the higher-ups, catching them in the halls 'on accident', seeing them at bars after work. She had resorted to doing her own sort of detective work to grab Damon's superiors, trying her best to get herself ahead. The only difference between Christine and the other women in the department was that Christine wasn't willing to sleep with anyone who came her way. When Damon came out, demanding her in his office, she glared at the cubicle, her back to him, glad he couldn't seen the irate expression on her normally very classy features. It had been obvious that Damon was rubbing his promotion in her face, and had been for some time. Though the two had known each other for quite some time, Christine had decided much earlier on that Damon was not someone she would be dating. She needed to keep her competitive edge sharp, and sleeping with the enemy, so to speak, wouldn't help. Besides, a woman so used to the finer things in life, who could have whatever she wanted, tended to be very picky. Getting to her feet slowly, she brushed back her hair with a smile, black heels carrying her swaying hips across the office, moving towards Damon's own personal office. When she entered, she still had that sickly sweet smile across her full, red lips, closing the door behind herself as she walked towards his desk, unassuming, tilting her head to the side, Something I can do for you today, sir? I hear things are really moving about today. Her smile stayed, though aware he would be pushing her buttons before long.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Starlight and Ronin)

Damon was not amused by her smile, it was almost as if she knew what she was here about. Look here bitch, I know what you've been doing talking to Daryl and them behind my back. He said, glaring at her before he sauntered over to his desk, settling down on to his chair. He drew out some files and then laid them on the table. Unfortunately, they want me to go through them and see if they are acceptable, the whole bunch of them are lazy as hell, did you really think, they would give a shit about what a pretty little tease's ideas. He said, the grin he had before returning to his lips. Oh yeah, there is some paper work which I wanted you to do, you should find it on your desk. He said, it was the work which he had to do, but could not be bothered doing it. His eyes slowly scouring over her body, as much as he hated to admit it, she did have a killer body and he would bed her in an instant, if he could. But he had known her long enough, to know that she was not an easy woman to get involved with. The same reason why while most of the girls in the company were complete sluts, she was a straight shooter. Next time you decide to go talk to Daryl or any one else above, I will have you demoted, so be warned, bitch. He spat out, his words clearly showing the dark side of him, which he hid so very well. As he stood up to gaze directly at her, his dark hazel eyes fixed on her.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Starlight and Ronin)

Initially she'd had a feeling this was about the ideas she'd been tossing about. Daryl was a man who listened to anything with a pair of tits, and she was no exception. Though in a company overrun with men, it was hard for a woman to get her voice heard without breaking a few rules. But when Damon opened by calling her a bitch, she immediately began fuming. He had no right to call her this, and if HR had anything to say about it, if they knew exactly what he was doing, he'd be the one in hot water. Christine clenched her fists, glaring at him quite visibly now as he spoke about the work on her desk, then had the audacity to threaten her. Her own blue eyes locked onto his hazel ones, feeling as though fire were burning behind them. She stepped forwards carefully, placing her hands on his desk and leaning forwards, You have no place to demote me, you prick. No valid reason. And if you think for a second that human resources would be alright with this kind of behavior from one of the senior staff, you are sorely mistaken. She spat out the words, watching him carefully, with great disdain behind her eyes, standing straight again, crossing her arms in front of her chest, You don't have the balls to start something with me you don't plan on finishing entirely. You don't know me at all. She glared, her arms still crossed, finally dropping them and calmly making her way towards the door, hips swaying again, feeling more confident now that she'd gotten that out of her system, though the anger was certainly still there.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Starlight and Ronin)

Oh your precious HR, well last I recall all the people there are people whom were promoted cause of my suggestions, in other words they owe me, you do realize what that means right, Christine? He said, watching on as she made her way towards his desk, leaning in, he managed to get a glance into her cleavage in that moment but watched on as she said something which he could not take any longer. He rose up from his chair, taking long strides over to her, grabs at her out stretched hand pulling her towards him in such a manner that her body is pulled against his, rather intentionally. He could feel the softness of her breasts, up against his chest but that was not what he was looking at, his face had now become dangerously red. The nerve she had to call him names, didn't she know who was boss of who, he thought. Bitch you really think I don't have any balls well as a matter of fact I can do what ever I want to you, you work under me, if I wanted you to get me a coffee, you will do as your told, get it! He yelled right into her face, although along with his anger, there was a stirring within his pants and through the small scuffle, somehow his crotch was pressed against her thigh, a throbbing could be felt.