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Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Vanessa Vasselli waited on the hood of Brandon Hargrave's Chevy for half an hour. Every minute Vanessa checked her soft pink watch, helps knocking against the bumper as she waited for the handsome hunk to show up. Is he running a marathon? She muttered placing her hand bag underneath her head as she laid back. Vanessa wondered if he saw her from a distance, lurking in the bushes, waiting till she gave up. The brunette smiled, her determination would be something Brandon Hargrave learned about the hard way. Vanessa's eyes had been closed, her thoughts filtering through the past as the gentle breeze washed over her smooth skin. Brandon's footsteps did not stir the sleeping beauty, his voice did. Chocolate brown eyes fluttered open and she mentally cursed herself for falling asleep in such a place. His voice carried to her ears but Vanessa heard nothing, she could not decipher his words in her sleepy haze. Before brunette knew it the truck on which she laid roared to life Oh my God Vanessa's heart dropped He wouldn't... Brandon Hargrave did... Vanessa Vasselli had been thrown from the hood of the truck, a loud scream escaping her pink lips as she soared in the air, body hitting the grass with a soft thump...and again-she was humiliated. Vanessa got to her feet just in time to see the back of Brandon's chevy, moving further and further away in the distance. The next day like clockwork Vanessa Vasselli was back on the hood of Brandon Hargrave's car. Looking rather regal in her purple sundress, a pair of nude sandals strapped on her feet. Vanessa planned on being there every single day for the week, taking risks was what she did. After all her father was the biggest risk taker in life. Victor Vasselli ran a smooth crime organization like no other. The man gambled with money and life everyday. He gambled with the lives of his family. His visits to San Jose were an attempt to persuade his beloved daughter of her recklessness. Living out of his reach meant that Vanessa was open to all enemies of the Vasselli's. She knew fully well the danger, such things never stopped Vanessa. The girl was stupid, reckless and stupid. For she too gambled-gambled with her life. Vanessa Vasselli stuck to her word, everyday she would sit on the chevy parked on campus. Each day Brandon Hargrave would do something different to remove the thorn from his sight. Today however was a little bit different. The short brunette wore a white sundress, coupled with white sneakers, and unlike her usual routine of sitting on Brandon's hood. She climbed into the tray of his truck, spreading a cloth to lay down. A little bag of snacks and drinks handy, a.book in hand as she waited for the kickboxer to return. There was no throwing his off this time, Vanessa wondered if he'd even notice her. The excitement sent a chill through her soul.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

For days now, Vanessa had been making him pay for not taking her side against Mark. Being tossed from the hood of his truck had not deterred her in the least. The very next day, she had been back on, and so he bodily removed her and carried her to her dorm, locking her in while he left with her own keys, which he slid back under the door so that she could get out after he was gone. One day while she wore shoes, he picked her up, tied her shoes together, and set her down. However, every day she was right back, not missing a beat. He was just considering what to do about her today when his thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a locker. You lied to me, motherfucker! Mark shouted as he shoved Brandon with both hands in the chest. Brandon took a couple steps back, but remained unperturbed. How so? My fucking ex-girlfriend has been on your truck every day this week. She goes straight from class to your truck. But you're going to tell me you're not dating!? Mark took a swing at him with a right hook, which Brandon easily dodged by moving his head back while standing his ground. The punch had been so slow that he could have ordered a pizza and eaten it before it got to his face, so it was clear that Mark, even on his best day, was no threat to him, a Kickboxing World Champion. Mark, calm down. Vanessa may be going to my truck, but she's not leaving with me. She's playing games with both of us. Be mad at her, not me. Mark paid no heed to his words, throwing several punches but missing by a mile each time. With this not working, he tried a football tackle, but Brandon nimbly sidestepped him and he went straight toward a wet floor. Mark felt his foot go out from under him, and before he knew it, he was sliding uncontrollably toward the door. He went headfirst into a bucket of cleaning solution, and his momentum carried the bucket out the door. The shocked janitor chased after it, and Brandon took this moment to make a clean escape. He sprinted toward the parking lot, where he saw Vanessa sitting in the bed of his truck. Mark would be like a rampaging bull if he caught up to them, and Brandon could not legally use force to stop him, so they both had to get out of there. He was in his truck in a flash and started it up. Hang on back there! he shouted as he put on his seat belt and shifted the selector lever in reverse. Brandon now had no choice but to show Vanessa where he lived, but it was better than Mark hurting her. He drove his truck to a parking garage out of the way and hustled her back to his place. Once inside, he got both of them a drink and downed his quickly, since running all out in the California heat was a sweaty affair. Your ex is very unhappy with us. He, uh...Well, he soaked his head. He set his empty glass down on the counter and headed into the living room. Well, this is where I live. Make yourself comfortable, for now. He sat down on the couch and leaned back to relax.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Too caught up in the wonderful life of her novella characters, Vanessa had not noticed when a frantic Brandon burst through the doors of the main building on campus. Making a mad dash toward his vehicle. The brunette had been startled from her reading when the engine rumbled to life, Brandon shouting for her to hold on. Are you insane! Vanessa replied, falling onto the bed of the truck when the truck sped out of the parking lot. What the hell is he doing? Vanessa Vasselli's hair blew wildly in the wind as the truck drove along the well paved roads of San Jose. The scared girl knew not where she was heading too, with her face on the blanket, hands holding all her belongings tightly, eyes shut. In the blink of an eye Brandon's truck came to an abrupt stop, and before Vanessa knew she was being ushered through the door of the athletes apartment. Vanessa laid her paraphernalia onto the nearest table and oddly looked about the room. Her gaze focused on the way Brandon Hargrave dug through his fridge, filling two glasses with a liquid that looked somewhat like lemonade. Vanessa refrained from taking the glass, not because she did not trust him-but because she needed answers. Without asking Brandon spilled the tea, informing Vanessa of Mark's behaviour toward him. It was all her fault. I'm sorry... she sat cautiously next to him If I didn't kiss you none of this would've ever happened. Vanessa took a deep breath and stood up I'll fix things she strode toward her bag, packing her things that had been strewn on Brandon's table So you won't have to worry about him attacking you... God, what was she thinking kissing a random stranger. What if Brandon turned out to be a soft guy, Mark would have done his worst...and Vanessa would be completely at fault. At fault for putting an innocent weak person in danger.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Brandon chuckled. You're far harder on yourself than you need to be. Aside from that, for just being spur of the moment, it was a good kiss. He stood up and approached her. No, you won't. Mark's gone too far now, and after the way he was humiliated in front of everyone, it would be way too dangerous for you to face him. He smiled. Aside from that, I have a plan. There is a way I can legally fight him, and I think it's about time to do so. Once the fight is over, he won't be bothering either of us ever again. My plan is a bit extreme, certainly more than an asshole like him deserves, but it's time to get him out of both of our lives. The best part is that it is completely legal and completely safe. Brandon went back into the kitchen and refilled his glass with lemonade. Mark no doubt knows where your dorm is, given he used to be your boyfriend and all. I want you to stay here tonight so that you'll be safe. In fact, I insist on it. You can use my bedroom and I'll sleep on the couch. Tomorrow, Mark won't be a problem anymore and you can rest in your dorm safe and sound.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Vanessa eyed Brandon Hargrave skeptically. She had not expected someone like him to stand up for defend her. He was after all a champion, did he not have better things to do. Vanessa knew the answer to that, she knew Brandon would rather not go up against her ex boyfriend. Such drama was the kind she was certain the kickboxer avoided at all costs in his career. Angry boyfriends, in her case ex boyfriend would be burdensome to deal with. Part of the brunette felt like accepting his offer,whatever it may be. There was part of Vanessa that could not do it, she could not put them in that situation. Despite whatever ill feelings she may have toward Mark Samuel, he was once someone she loved....still someone she loved. Thanks but I'll manage She smiled, placing her things back onto the table. I'll stay here to make you feel better, but no fighting. He's my problem...I will fix it Vanessa moved into the kitchen grabbing the glass.of lemonade Brandon poured, downing it in one shot. Trying desperately to give herself a boost of confidence to do what she was thinking. Asking her father for help would mean admitting that she could not handle her consequences. Allowing Brandon to do his worst would mean involving him, which frankly-she had done the moment their lips connected. Vanessa turned to Brandon, her lips twisting in thought. I'll stay the night, more than a night if you want. Just please promise me you won't do anything her brown eyes stared right at him, searching his for honesty in whatever he was about to say.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Brandon shook his head. No, he's my problem now and I'm going to handle this my way. This isn't just about you, you know. You involved me in this, and I think my way of doing things will be better for everyone. He won't be sent to the hospital, but he will get the point. He won't have a choice but to leave us both alone. Brandon was starting to feel irritated, that she would involve him like this and then ask him to not do anything. He didn't know what she had in mind, but he didn't trust that it wouldn't be worse for Mark than what he would do. You won't have to stay more than a night, because this ends tomorrow. I don't care what you say, I'm going to do this and that's the end of it. I'm getting him out of my life my way. It will benefit you, as well, but you're mistaken if you think I'm doing this only for you. Brandon's eyes were tinged with anger, not believing that she would cause problems for him and then ask him not to do anything about it. He had already had to run away once to avoid being killed, and he was not going to run away again. Deciding to put distance between them before he said something that he would later regret, he walked away to his room and shut the door. Once he had calmed down and his manager had come home, he would explain to her what his plan was, and she would see how it was a good idea with no down side. He sat down on his bed and let out a deep breath. Dealing with Mark was a simple matter, but dealing with Vanessa was something else entirely, especially since he was starting to feel conflicting feelings within himself that he did not truly understand.
Thread: Image Adjustment (Devilla-Roche and Delicious Lust)

Dr. Sylvia Mihaylovna did specialized in image adjustments, which included metamorphosistic restructuring. That is to say that the body and mind could go through positive changes in order to make, a better you! Dr. Mihaylovna came out of her schooling originally as a psychaiatrist, which included being a doctor of medicine. As she moved throughout her career and found her way into metamorphosistic restructuring, she became a doctor of all trades and honed her skills in becoming a renowned doctor in the field. Her pioneering techniques were leading the way to perfecting the human body as no other generation of doctors and scientists had done before. Dr. Sylvia Mihaylovna herself was very young looking for her mid-forties. She stood almost six feet tall and had medium length red hair. Her hair, or the color was more striking due to the way she wore it - in an asymmetrical bob. Most women had long, wavy blonde hair, so Dr. Mihaylovna stood out in a crowd and her shorter hair made a statement of her being serious and smart. Her green eyes also were an attention getter and dovetailed nicely with her red hair. She had quite the figure, curvaceous yet thin and muscular. Originally from Moscow, Russia, it was evident that Dr. Mihaylovna, who spoke with a Russian accent but had a fantastic grasp on the English language, had that unbridled willpower associated with the Russian people. Dr. Mihaylovna was quite handsome in her own right, her skin unblemished and toned with a perfect olive-skin tanned that one would expect from a Georgian girl hanging out on the beaches of the Black Sea. Dr. Mihaylovna was flawless in her fashion as well. She tended to wear sleeveless stretch-jersey dresses, usually black in color but not always. In colder weather she loved to wear one of her fur coats, particularly her 34 length blue fox coat. Her favorite shoes are Louboutins, with at least a 4 heel, so it made her taller or as tall as many men. Dr. Mihaylovna attended Oxford University in the UK for the majority of her studies.
Thread: Image Adjustment (Devilla-Roche and Delicious Lust)

Dr. Mihaylovna had been give the chart put together from Milena, her staff administrator and nurse, regarding a new patient. The young ladys name was Mariah who had self-esteem issues and had previously gone through a bout of depression regarding her wayward looks and not feeling as though she had not been a part of the rest of society. Also known as the ugly duckling syndrome named after the character in Hans Christian Anderson story with the same name, Mariah seemed deeply unsettled by her average looks. And that they were. But there was still a certain percentage of society that were like this and seemed to lead productive lives. No doubt they were outcasts, but even in this day and age things werent entirely perfect although the human race - at least in countries like the United States and most of Europe had quite the advancements in manufacturing a society of good looking people. And, that is why doctors like Dr. Mihaylovna existed. To work with young women like Mariah, who, for whatever reason, was not born as one of the lucky beautiful people and her condition was not corrected at birth. Instead she fell prey to a corrupt system of the medical profession and, like many others, fell between the cracks. Hitting an old intercom button on a system that was a throwback from the 20th century, Dr. Mihaylovna called on her nurse, Milena, please send in Mariah Mapes. Milena was a tall, buxom nurse with long blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. She had a perfectly toned face, with a perfect smile. Not a wrinkle or a blemish could be found. She was almost too perfect. Nonetheless, she was a perfect example of what Mariah wanted to be. Yes, Nurse Milena was a perfect specimen in an almost perfect society. You may go see the doctor, Nurse Milena instructed. Then she pointed, Right through that door, as if the nurse treated Mariah like she was somehow dumb dumb because of her looks. That was a common response in how the not so fortunate people were treated in todays society. Was there any hope for Mariah?
Thread: Image Adjustment (Devilla-Roche and Delicious Lust)

Mariah found herself rather anxious in Dr. Mihaylovna's office, not knowing what to expect and trying to shrug off the doubt that welled up in her heart. However, she managed to maintain that this was perhaps the best choice so far. It seemed the tall nurse who worked around here that the doctor produced admirable results, if she was any sort of handiwork to go by. She tried not to stare, but had to admit that she was rather beautiful and she didn't really find herself in the company of beautiful people, at least for too long. They typically had better places to be and elsewhere to go than hang around someone who lacked their beauty or their status. As she wiped her palms on her jeans and kept her eyes to the floor, she mildly wondered if she was going to end up looking like that, or perhaps the doctor had something else in mind for her. It was easy to dream, but perhaps those dreams weren't so far away if the doctor was actually legitimate. Yes? She found herself bolting upward to her feet when it seemed the doctor was ready to see her. Mariah nearly ignored the condescending manner she was being spoken too, seeing as most tend to ignore her in such a manner. She did what she always did in such a situation and tried her best to stomach it, not let it bother her. It did bother her however, as much as she tried to keep it out of her thoughts, which brought her to this particular situation. That was perhaps another thing she could look forward to never endure again. With that in mind, she went through the designated door to see the doctor herself.
Thread: Accelerated Sugar Rush (Marie & Absin)

In the long history of the Hogwarts Quidditch teams, there had never been a more reckless team in Hogwarts history than the current Slytherin Team, even the ones that had resorted to flagrant and unabashed breaking and flaunting of the rules. The current Slytherin team consisted of no less than three Carver students, taking up one of the Beater posts, one of the Chaser posts, and finally, the Keeper post. Two of them were fraternal twins, while the third was their cousin. Calling them Reckless was actually a bit of an understatement, considering how often at least one of them went to see the nurse after a game. At present, the team was out practicing on a fairly nice day, already up in the air on their brooms. Keeper Danielle Carver Chasers Marcus Klein, Kami Brier, Donovan Black Beaters Darius Carver, Mason Eugene Seymour Seeker Daniel Carver And at the moment, they were doing more screwing around than actual practicing. While Darius and Mason had, once again, gotten into an argument and were smashing bludgers back and forth at each other at high speed. It wasnt uncommon for the two of them to get into it, and this had occurred during a game or two where theyd accidentally knocked out other players while trying to destroy each other. It was almost awe inspiring to watch them shooting across the sky, a blur of black and green as they swung, dodged, spun, and careened about. The three chasers were busy practicing throws and catches, expertly keeping away from the irate Beaters as they throw insults at each other. Meanwhile, sitting on one of the goal posts, their Seeker was currently hung upside down while he talked to his sister, stating So hows your date with, uh, whasername, Avalon? Carmina Avali, but it was good. We went to Hogsmeade. Shes surprisingly bashful when you compliment her butt Danielle grinned, balancing on her broom as she glanced over at their teammates Shouldnt we be practicing? Nah, I dont wanna go see the Nurse after getting hit with a bludger again He stated, shrugging idly. The Carver twins were well known for being the most similar fraternal twins most of them had ever seen, no that it was hard for that to be a thing since that type of twin is already excessively rare. Either way, it was to the point where a few clothing options, a concealment spell or two, and a shifting of voice pitch meant that either or could pass as the other without too much effort involved. It didn't help that they both had the same ungodly yellow eyes, or that their hair reached to their shoulders. His cascaded in a luxurious wave down his back where as hers curled up in bouncy twists around her shoulders, both something they had gotten from their Spanish mother. Both were lithe, the biggest difference between them being Danielle's curviness and her... ample assets, and breastets. I apologize for that joke It was pretty hard to tell the difference at the moment, considering the robes they were wearing, but neither was attempting to disguise their voice, so it was considerably easier to tell.
Thread: Accelerated Sugar Rush (Marie & Absin)

Seemed like every year started the exact same for Lilith. The teachers droning on and on about class, and how important that they were. But to her, none of that mattered. What was important was Quidditch. It was her love and passion. Though, most would call it an obsession. She ate, slept, and breathed Quidditch. If she wasn't on the pitch practicing, she was in her room, drawing up plays and getting ready for the games, or working out so that she stayed in appropriate shape in order to be the best she could be. Lilith Cross was the captain of the Ravenclaw House Quidditch team. And the sworn rival of Oliver Wood and the entire Slytherin team. And this year, her seventh year, she was going to win the cup. No matter how much hard work it took. She had secured her place on the Holyhead's Harpies the year before. Now it was time to win. She never dated. It wasnt because she was unattractive, quite the contrary really. She was very pretty. But she hadnt found someone yet who was as passionate about Quidditch as she was, who could put up with her passionate discussions of the topic. There were other reasons she didn't date, mostly her discomfort with the idea of revealing her gender identity to someone that might not fully accept her and then in turn reveal her to the entire school. So she played it safe, avoiding dating all together. She rushed out to the pitch. Her work out gear on, she needed to get a work out in before practice later. She did two-a-day work outs, along with her normal practice. Most thought she was completely insane. But it kept her in shape. She always started her workout with a run around the pitch. Her lengthy blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail that swayed as she ran. A pair of clingy pants that fell just past her knees that revealed every muscle of her legs as they flexed, and a sports bra without anything over it, showing off her taut abdomen. It made her glad for the hormones she took, she had a curve to her hips, a defined waist, small breasts.