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Thread: Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

Abel was actually surprised to find that Frank lived above the garage and wondered what that earlier look had been about. He was the type of person that needed to do something while someone was busy with his car or something that didn't necessarily involve him. So he didn't get the hint in that look. He followed behind Frank just a few paces back so as not to bump into him in case he stopped short. He followed through the doors and up the stairs before walking past Frank and muttering a thanks as he was let in. Abel looked about the small space and thought of his home, which was big compared to this. It felt so empty in here though while he place felt lived in. If it hadn't been for the bed being rumpled, he would have figured it was a decoration rather than a living space. Abel followed behind Frank once more as they entered the kitchen. He looked about at the new appliances and such, something his house also lacked. He had old appliances that had been thoroughly broken in and he liked it that way. They had been trained to do what they were made to do. He watched Bishop open up cabinets and noted everything that was in them. Okay, so he could probably whip up a few omelets, some french toast, sausages, and...hash browns. He nodded his head to himself as he thought of what he could make. He moved about the kitchen almost as if he had been in it before and gathered all the ingredients. He raised a brow as Bishop took a seat and ask for coffee. Sure thing. He said with a small smile as he started the percolator for the coffee. Abel soon had the stove running and shallow pans nice and hot. He diced up the ingredients for the omelets before cracking the eggs and dropping them into a bowl before whisking them. He poured the mixture into the pan and listened to it sizzle as he started on hash browns and the mixture for french toast.
Thread: Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

When the coffee was finished brewing, Frank got to his feet and went to fill his cup, himself. Rather than return to his seat, however, he hovered closer to Abel than he had been before, sipping from his mug absently as he watched the smooth efficiency of his client's hands. Over the crackle of the skillet, Frank asked with idle curiosity, What is it that you do, Abel? When you're not involved in dangerous, criminal recreation, that is. The McLaren F1, after all, was not a cheap car. There were only about a hundred of its kind, and without any other naturally aspirated V12s flooding the market, repairs had to be a bitch . Not that Frank had ever had the pleasure of finding out first hand. Until now, that is. If he was lucky, he'd become the car's chief technician. Frank came to stand directly behind Abel, peering over his shoulder as he worked.
Thread: Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

I actually found my car in a junk yard after it had been torched in an accident. I don't steal parts, Bishop. I was adopted into this way of life when I was orphaned at nine. When I was about...fourteen, I got a letter in the mail saying I was the last known male heir of my grandfather, whom I had never met. He left us a fortune to keep us set for the rest of our lives. But we used the money for charities and car parts and put the rest of it into a bank and never touched it. The rest of the money we earned until I came upon the McLaren and we used some of the money to restore it. Yeah, at one point I was a thief trying to provide for me and my sister...but it's just me now and I've been out of the style a long time. I work at a car parts store that specializes in racing street cars. It hurt to even think about mentioning Tira, but they had been twins so it was hard not to mention that missing half of himself. Idly, he rubbed the center of his chest before getting back to cooking so he didn't burn anything. He removed the omelets and put them on a plate along with the french toast. The last to be done was the hash browns and sausages. He didn't falter in his work, even as he felt Bishop looming behind him, much like Tira used to do. But instead of feeling sad, he felt himself grinning in the slightest as he rolled the sausages to brown the other side. He flipped the hash browns before he turned his head to glance at Bishop. Anything else you would like to know? This time, his smirk actually reached his eyes before he chuckled quietly and finished up the last of the meal and set it on the plates he had grabbed. Turning off the stove and setting the hot skillets in the oven so as to cool off without potentially burning one of them, he looked up at Bishop and pretty much shooed him to sit at table while he grabbed the plates. Setting them on the island, he went a got himself a glass of milk to eat with his breakfast.
Thread: Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

Frank's eyebrows were making a steady climb toward his hairline as Abel spoke, full of defensiveness and, it seemed, just a touch of anger. Then it melted away just as quickly, replaced by a smile and a chuckle, and Frank didn't see any use in pointing out to Abel that he was not, in fact, suggesting that he stole car parts, but that the 'criminal recreation' to which he referred was the racing, itself. He never once considered that Abel might be a thief. He was too sincere and awkward for that sort of thing. No, Frank said, instead. I think that will do. He sat as directed without putting up much fuss, and dug into the food without preamble. He ate like a man who didn't actually care for food, but recognized it as a necessity to good health. He didn't fidget over his plate, add unnecessary salt or pepper, or work his food around his plate contemplatively. He started at twelve o'clock and worked clockwise until the food was gone, which took hardly any time at all. Thanks, he said, when the food was gone, and got to his feet once more. He fit his dirty plate and fork in the dishwasher and got immediately to work on the warm pans. There was a reason Frank's apartment was spotless at all times he was simply incapable of leaving a mess in his home. When the pans were wiped dry and hung back in their original places, and the grease splatters wiped from the stove top and the surrounding counter, Frank finally turned his attention back on Abel. He had invited him up in the hopes of getting to know him a little better--all right, perhaps a lot better--but he'd failed in that regard. He was getting a little bit irritated with himself. That girl at the race last night, he said suddenly. Rina. She yours?
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

Why does the school have to be so big... Alexander thought to himself as he ran down the hallways of the school, climbing stairs like they were nothing. He was late, by at least 10 minutes. He had taken a shower from ice hockey, and it took a little longer than he thought. He hardly had time to stop at his locker, opening the lock with a frenzy, pulling out his art work and bag before slamming it and starting his run yet again. He was dressed in simple blue jeans and a white tee, something quick to throw on since he was running late in the morning, as well. But he actually had made it on time. He was toned, not super muscular, but you could see the lines from his working out from hockey. His face was sharp but soft, and his hair was slightly outgrown, enough that the wind from his running made it fly by. He reached the classroom and slowly opened the door. Sorry I'm late, Miss Baine. He said, sincerely though in passing, heading over to a work easel and setting up for drawing.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

Miss Baine turned her head as the door opened, raising an eyebrow at late student. Well Alexander, how nice of you to decide to join us today. You are ten minutes late, yet again. You know my rules, if you are late you have to make up the time by staying after class. And please no excuses as too why, they won't help you. The teacher said before she turned her attention back to the rest of the class. Alright back to work! Miss Baine was a pretty woman, she had just gotten her teaching degree and was hired almost immediately by the school. She had heard rumors that some of the male students had a crush on her, but she didn't believe it one bit. If she only could see herself as they did. With her lovely wavey blond hair, leaf green eyes, a young looking face, pretty lips, delicate features she almost looked like she was suited to be a model then a teacher. And with her body, one of supple firm breasts, a slender waist and delicate hips she would have graced the covers of many magazines if she was a model. But modeling had never called to her, art and teaching had. In fact she was painting a beautiful picture at that moment while the rest of her students, including Alexander, worked on their own projects. Her painting was a landscape of a lake in the center of the woods, the moonlight hitting it in just the right way. Remember class, you need to arrive on time so you can get to work and leave on time as well to make it too the buses or after school practice. She said, looking up from her work long enough to stare at Alexander.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

He had his paint palate put away as he first drew out his work being 10 minutes late several times had put him a drawing behind, though he was sure that he would get the other one done during his detention. The drawing that he did now was fast, though not really rough A elf in the forest, hiding in the canopy of the trees as she aimed her bow down at a trespassing human. Such delicate detail, even with quick drawing, then painting strokes. His cheeks flushed as he heard her words, could feel her eyes boring in on his head as he painted, though he never slowed in his painting. The bell rung for the end of the day as he finished the last bit of his panting, picking it up and putting it over to the side for it to dry off. As everyone left, he moved back to his easel, putting a fresh canvas up. They were alone now, the clock the only sound that was in the room. He stood staring at the canvas for a long moment, at a loss for what to draw.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

As the bell rang she watched her students pack up and hustle out the door. Miss Baine started to put away her paints, closed the classroom door, and cleaned up after the class with a sigh, they always seemed to leave such a mess, no matter how many times she scolded them. What am I going to do with them... She muttered to herself, picking up the scattered debris and brushes that the students had left out. I mean don't they understand that they are only making a mess for someone else to pick up? She shook her long blond hair before she turned her attention toward her pupil. Well Alexander, care to explain to me why you were late, yet again, to my class? I mean I know that art isn't the most exciting class but the least you could do is show me a little respect and arrive on time. Miss Baine said as she ran a paint stained hand through her hair. Is that too much to ask Alexander? She leaned down against the table next to him, her dark blue skirt showing off her legs as she folded her arms across her breasts and examined his work. You know Alexander, you really do have talent. If you arrived on time more often you may be able to do expand yourself even more. Now what seems to be the problem? You appear to be stuck. The teacher asked, her voice level and honest.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

For the most part, he didn't hear her rambling to herself about the students. His eyes were half focused on the canvas, his mind deep in thought as he tried to figure out what he was going to do for this project. This was always the hard part, figuring out what he was going to do. After that, he had it pinned down, and he had it drawn out before anything. His hand was up, holding his paint brush, the wooden tip of it pressed to the corner of his lips as he thought. She came over and started talking, though he only half heard her before she asked what was wrong. Wha?... Oh, I was late because I got in the shower for class too late. He turned his head to the canvas, until her other question pounded through his skull. I have no idea what to draw, honestly. Nothing of interest is coming to mind.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

Do you have a water proof watch that you can take with you in the shower? If you do you can always take it with you and set an alarm. Miss Baine said trying to help him out. She may be harsh at times but she really did care about her students. She looked over at her own painting as the paint dried. As for what to paint, well that is always the hardest part to get over. What inspires you? What makes you think, what makes you smile or frown? Those are the things that can help you out. The teacher said she started to take off her jacket and rolling up the sleeves on her white shirt, she had slender arms, and if he had wanted to he probably could easily over power her. Now is there anything I can do to help you out Alexander? The teacher asked, bending over to look him in his eyes. I know that you probably think I am just an old hag who was put on this earth to make your life miserable. I used to think the same thing about my teachers. But I honestly am here to help you out, that is what being a teacher is all about.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

He sat there, looking at the canvas as he listened to her words. His eyes were still unfocused, reaching out for something that was out of his grasp, just at the edge and mocking him, refusing to come into his sight. It was making him frustrated, but he dealt with it, pulling at straws. Well, I prefer to draw females, i find them easier to draw than males, since they are less about the rigidity of the muscles, but of the soft curves... He turned to face her, seeing her without her jacket and leaning towards him, looking at him. The light on her was perfect, a light golden that accented her face and hair. Don't move! He said, a little louder than he expected from his voice. He moved away, turning the easel to be facing away from her, pulling over his pain palette and sketching pencils. His hands were fast on the canvas, almost as though his speed would rip through it. But it held, and he was soon painting. It was about 45 minutes later that he spun the easel around so she could see it. It was a wonder, the golden sunlight a light braze on her, almost as if to make her shimmer and give her a halo. I think I have other ideas for drawings for other times.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

Miss Baine almost jumped as he told her not to move, but she managed to remain perfectly still. She was used to having to keep her body perfectly still for extended periods of time, it was something she had to do when she was at art school, she had had her roommate draw her, though she had been naked then. She waited patiently for him to finish his work, though she had to wonder if it really was appropriate for Alexander to draw her. Oh well, she had offered to help him after all, and if drawing her helped her student blossom into a better artist, who was she to stop him? After forty-five minutes had passed she felt her body start to quiver under the stress. She couldn't help but smile in relief as Alexander spun his easel around. The expression on her face changed from one of relief to that of wonder. The image on the canvas was astounding, a masterpiece. Oh wow Alexander, that is...that is breathtaking. I knew that you had potential but this, this is truly astounding. Miss Baine said, a surge of pride overwhelming her. Alexander, I am really proud of you. If I wasn't your teacher I would hug you. Now if only if you could arrive on time and draw something like that. The teacher said, her voice teasing. She turned around and started to pick up her jacket, leaving herself vulnerable for a split second. She really didn't think much of it. Now then, is there anything else I can do to help you out? The blond asked over her shoulder.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

He watched her as her face lit up in bewilderment at his drawing, and his face shone at the compliment that she gave him. He nodded, moving the painting over to dry with the rest of them instead of taking it with him. He put his palette down, looking at her as he watched her start to get ready to leave. Well... I do have one more idea for today... that is, if you don't mind. And I have other painting ideas, but... those are a little racey. He blushed slightly at his words, turning away. I mean, it wouldn't be for assignment, of course, it would just be extra practice. And you can hold onto them. I can change some of the features just in case, too. He blushed, but couldn't help but laugh slightly. I can be late just to have work with a wonderful muse.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

Are you sure you should leave that here? I mean people may get the wrong idea about it. Though then again there really is nothing offensive or inappropriate about it...so I guess it will be alright. Now then, what is the other idea you have? Though, you should know right off the bat that I am really not allowed to have you do any racy pictures of me, not on school grounds, nor anywhere else really. I could lose my job for doing something like that, assignment or not. Miss Baine said as she turned around to face him. If you want I could sign a permission slip to take a life drawing class at the college. I am sure that would benefit you even more. But I am truly honored that you think I am your muse, it is always a teachers goal to inspire their students. In my opinion even more so with art teachers. The teacher said, pushing her hair out of her face.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

His face got stormy at her words, but it wasn't even for a half second, so there was no way that she would have seen it. That is quite alright. He said, a very slightly lower voice. I won't need a college course this semester. He packed up his things and headed to the door. His voice got slightly louder, though softer, as he opened it. See you tomorrow. He closed the door behind him, leaving her alone with her classroom. He walked home, just thinking what he was going to do with her. But as he opened the door to his house, he came up with a ingenious idea. And he knew that it would work perfectly.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

Miss Baine smiled to herself, he had seemed to take it quite well. Better then she expected at least. She finished packing up her stuff and cleaning the room before she headed out the door, out the school, and into the parking lot where her black car was parked. She fumbled through her purse as she searched for her keys, finding them she quickly unlocked the door and drove home and went to bed. The next morning she got up, got ready for her class and drove back to the school. Her classes whizzed by in a flurry of giggling girls and boys. It was the last class of the day and she had just finished preparing for class and opened the door, waiting for the last class of students shuffle inside. She smiled at each of them as they took their seats and continued to talk.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

The day for him had passed rather fast for him. He had showered earlier after hockey, and he was on time for art that day. He was rather quiet, working on finishing the painting for the two projects that he had done the day before. Things were going rather fast for him, and the paintings were done fast. Eventually, he doodled a Elf in the forest, like he usually did. The bell rung for the end of class, and he was one of the last ones to leave, packing all his stuff up. Before leaving, he tossed a note onto Miss Baine's desk. It was a simple thing, his parents asking for her to come to dinner to talk about his grades, signed by them. The address was on there, so there wasn't much to discuss about it. By the time she had even opened it, he was gone.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

The teacher smiled as Alexander arrived on time, that was certainly an improvement. She kept an eye on him through out the class, making sure that he was staying on task. She really was very impressed with him, he was doing well and managing to stay focused. Yesterday really must have helped him more then she thought. But then the bell rang and he dropped a note on her desk. Odd, most of her students wouldn't do something like that. Miss Baine picked up the note in confusion, she didn't understand why his parents hadn't just called her but if they wanted her to come over for dinner then she might as well. She packed up her belongings quickly, cleaned up the usual mess that her students had left behind, and headed out the door to her car. The blond unlocked her car and drove to Alexander's house, she was a little early and she hoped that the parents wouldn't mind to badly. She stepped gracefully out of the car, walked to the door, and with one of her delicate hands she knocked and waited for one of his parents to open the door.
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

There was a knock at the door, and Alexander swore softly to himself as he was working on dinner. He knew who it was, since it would be the only person knocking on the door at that time. He put down the wooden stirring spoon, walking over to the door and opening it. Miss Baine, you're early! Come on in! He moved aside, letting her come in on her own before walking back towards the kitchen. The dining room is just down the hall and to the left. He called out as he cooked. For the moment, he was wearing a white chef's apron, to get nothing on is clothes as he cooked. My parents are out at the moment, they said to start dinner without them if they aren't back in time. The food is best served the moment it is done, see?
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

Oh hello there Alexander, I hope that you don't mind to much about my early arrival. The teacher said as she stepped inside and looked around. You have quiet a lovely home, your friends must enjoy coming over here. She said, trying to make small talk. Honestly she was a little nervous about being over at a students house without their parents being present. She watched him walk back toward where she assumed the kitchen was and let out a small sigh. Miss Baine headed off to the dining room, hoping that his parents would arrive home soon so she could talk to them about his grade and hopefully squash any worries that they might have. She couldn't help but think that it was a little odd for them not to be over though, they had invited her after all. She soon reached the dining room and sat down in one of the chairs. Um when do you expect your parents to be home Alexander?
Thread: detention work (me and Nowfaleena)

He was finishing up dinner in the kitchen, finishing the alfredo sauce for the noodles, mixing it together with the noodles before letting it simmer for a quick minute, getting hot enough as he got plates out. He grabbed silver trays to carry the stuff easier, before putting the alfredo dish on the two plates, getting glasses of water for them. She was in the dining room, out of eye sight. He quickly went to the cupboard, pulling out the bottle he had stashed in it when he got home, before starting dinner. He got a spoon of it and put it on her dish, mixing it up well so it was undetectable. Odorless, scentless, and now mixed perfectly with the alfredo sauce, was a rather strong aphrodesiac. He carried the two trays into the dining room, giving her her meal and sitting opposite with his own. You are a little early, so they won't be home for about 15 minutes, give or take a few depending on how early or late they get off.