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Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

Out of the two of you, Mr. Mooncrest, I think you qualify as the 'slacker', Mr. Davis replied in a matter-of-fact tone. He did not hesitate to speak his mind, either. It is something his students have come to appreciate about him, if nothing else. Miss Forsythe is a very hardworking young woman, and I think you need to learn a thing or two from her. Mr. Davis sank into his seat behind the desk, a groan leaving the poor, worn-out excuse of a chair. As for where she is... Pulling his chair closer to the desk, Mr. Davis reached out for a binder containing information on all his students. It didn't take long to locate the person in question. Mr. Davis relaxed back in his seat, kicking up a leg to sling it over the other. It looks like she's in the Music Club right now, he decided to share. Miss Forsythe is also in soccer, but that won't be until later. Why didn't you ask for her schedule? Mr. Davis demanded to know, throwing the binder back onto his desk. You can't simply order her about, Mr. Mooncrest. Unlike you, Miss Forsythe has other things to do besides cater to you. Not only is she an outstanding student, she is a gifted and talented athlete and musician. Mr. Davis didn't hesitate to retrieve what he left behind in his desk, or to get up and start heading out. Ask when she isn't busy, Mr. Davis told Rath next. Politely. If you are nice to her, she'll be nice right back. It's the natural order of things. A quirky smile following his advice, Mr. Davis was gone a moment later, strolling down the hallway while... whistling, of all things.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

Rath would notice the tone of the teacher, as he would narrow his eyes at him. This was going to be a problem for him, but he would just roll his eyes at him. Trying not to fight back, but he would at least listen for now to his words. They were useful for him to understand that people were different and he really didn't like this new teacher he would need to deal with them. Right.....tell me straight not like I've haven't heard it before. He said remembering an officer telling him the same thing as he just went on with listening about the rest. She was apart of the music club and that would be a place to try to spy on her. It was a start for him, but soccer was something he wasn't expecting her to be into. This was going to be harder then he expected, but he does would do anything to get the upper hand! The teacher just didn't know when to shut up as he would almost try to flip the desk over at the way he kept praising her. I was polit......ish. Rath said pouting a little now as he would watch him get out of the classroom with a jaunty tune in his mouth and left him alone. He would just take a deep breathe as he took off in a quick sprint to find the music room, as he was going to spy on her for now. Looking through the window or even a small crack in the door as he wanted to know what she does there. Maybe taking the advice of his teacher was a good choice, yet he wouldn't need to do it right now as he wasn't going to confront her.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

Alright, everyone! Settle down! Miss Reed clapped her hands together, her smile bright and warm. A few students moved to grab a chair, others pulling out their instruments or music sheets. Lets go over what we were practicing last week, Miss Reed suggested with her hands now folded in front. A tall, somewhat willowy woman with blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes, she leads the club -and her classes- with gentle persuasion and sometimes quick wit. Did everyone bring their music? A handful answered her while she walked to the front of the room. Jacklyn had chosen a seat off to the side, away from everybody else. It provided her with a nice view out the window to the courtyard and it also discourages the others from striking a conversation with her. Excellent. Miss Forsythe, do you care to start us off? Miss Reed offered the quiet girl a smile and waved a hand towards her, not in the least bit demanding. Jacklyn lifted her violin from her lap, tucking one end under her chin while putting her bow to the strings. A heavy anticipation briefly touched her before she closed her eyes and began to play. It was a heart-wrenching sad song that resonated through the air. It spoke volumes, and much as Jacklyn tried not to let too much emotion into her music it was impossible. Every note was crisp and clear, the song beautiful and, one by one, other instruments joined in to create something more. Jacklyn paid little mind to them, though. At one point or another, she had tied her hair back in a neat braid, to keep it out of her eyes, and the bow moved with precision over the strings.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

Rath would find the class with a smirk on his face, this was going to be the moment of truth for him. Then he noticed that they were playing music in the room, he really didn't want to be apart of the class. It was against him, he hated music so much! It was a waste of time, but something about the way it was played was just odd to him. He could tell if something was flat, off key, and overall the way it plays differently by a person. He didn't want to admit that it gave him a pleasant feeling, but once he started to hear the ice queen playing like it was nothing. Her style of play was key to it all....but the heart-wrenching part was too demanding on him. Soon the room was filled with music that came from all other, he didn't know what to do or say.....he listened onto the group. He wanted to rip the door open and disturb them, but he couldn't bear to do it and so he ended up leaving without a word. He was speechless for once with her music, it was damning like a siren call from the middle of the ocean. All he could do was wait around for the soccer after school, but then he didn't have a good reason to come after her then. That damn teacher words rung in his ears, be polite and she will come to you...... FUCK! It was here that he would just go home for now to replot his plan of attack, he might have been up to something. Maybe.....whatever! Rath would get ready for the next day to ensure that he was prepared, but he also had to cook dinner. .... The following morning, he was walking towards the front of the school. It was going to be time to try something new, a whole new him.....that was until he reached the supermarket right by the school. There was an older guy at the front on bikes picking up a few girls that went to his school and didn't let them go past. Rath would only sigh at it was just going to be another one of those days and soon rushed over tossing his bag into one of there faces. His punch soon following afterward into the side of the leader's face as the girls ran thinking he was some sort of monster, but never realizing that he was saving them....he was going to be late again.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

For soccer practice, Jacklyn has to rise early so early, in fact, no one else can be seen about when everyone meets out on the field. A golden glow is just over the horizon, barely keeping the navy blue of night at bay, but there is a crispness in the air that is sort of invigorating. Jacklyn pulled her hair up in a high ponytail, several threads of blonde escaping her efforts in order to brush against her cheeks. Once a brief pep talk was provided by their captain, they were off. An hour dragged past, and then another thirty minutes, before they were released. Jacklyn let no sign of fatigue show, but she was exhausted. Drops of sweat glistened on her forehead and the curve of her throat, not to mention had her clothes cling to her body. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. It is a good thing the school has showers for athletes. Jacklyn peeled her shirt away from her breasts, if only to cool herself off somewhat. It is fortunate she brought her school uniform with her, too, instead of wearing it already, otherwise today may have proven to be troublesome. It did not take too long to wash away the dirt and sweat, though Jacklyn did indulge herself by staying in a tad bit longer. Her hair slightly curly because of the water, Jacklyn put on the uniform before gathering the rest of her things together. It seems she did not try herself off, not completely, because the white blouse is clinging to her curves more than usual and because she did not put on her jacket, it was fairly obvious. Oh well. In less than an hour, it will not be an issue. Jacklyn sank into her seat, instinctively placing her chin in the palm of a hand. A few threads of dark gold brushed against her cheek, but of course she only brushed these behind an ear. More and more students arrived, idle chit-chat and laughter filling the otherwise empty silence. Mr. Davis walked in through the door next, prompting everyone to rise up out of their seats and bow out of respect. Good morning! Mr. Davis returned the greeting before opening his binder to start taking attendance. Jacklyn sat back down, her eyes drawn to the beautiful morning outside. It is a shame she has to spend today inside, instead of hm? What was that? Dark green watched as a familiar figure hurried towards the school, running as if his life depends on it. Is that the boy from yesterday? Why is she not surprised? Jacklyn looked away, bending down to retrieve her notebook and textbook before the lesson starts.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

It was another tough battle with the punks, as he barely won this one with those surprise attacks. This was the reason he needed to control the school, so he could keep those type of punks away from the school. Why did he decide on this course of actions? It wasn't like people liked him, after all, he beat up a senior during his first year at school because he wanted him to be a gopher. People feared him after that......so he just went with it to get through the rest of high school at least. He took a few good punches to his body, but he was merely going to hide those. No one would notice as long as it isn't his face. Rushing back to school he would jump over the gate as some of the guards yelled at him. Once he got into the school, he would find the classroom and opened the door. Many of the classmates would turn around once more as he would be the center of attention. Then did something unlike him as the teacher of the year was going to speak to him about his tardiness. I'm sorry for being late. Rath would say out of nowhere as if the world was on fire and he would just walk over to his seat without another word. Taking out his book as he tried to take the notes of the class the best he could. He didn't even look towards Jacklyn as he might just try to copy off her or say something rude. Maybe he could try to use the advice that was given to him, so he would try his best to be on good behavior for now.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

Did he just apologize? How astounding. Perhaps there is hope for him yet. Jacklyn fought not to laugh at her internal musings, and instead let her eyes slide over to the seat next to hers. Is the world coming to an end, and they just do not know it? Hm. It could very well be. Why else would he apologize? Dark green studied him for but a moment, and then returned to the chalkboard. It does not concern her. It would be silly to be involved with the likes of him, today or on any other day. He would only bring about headaches and trouble. Jacklyn jotted down notes during the lesson, though it was more out of habit than out of interest. A hand lifted as to cradle her chin in the palm, several threads of gold -darker still because of her quick shower earlier- swaying forward to plaster against the curve of her jaw. Not a word left her. It was not until the bell rang that she rose out of her seat, hands gently gathering her hair up off the back of her neck, in order to pull it up into a high ponytail. Of course bits and pieces managed to escape her attempts, but Jacklyn had neither the inclination or the patience to fight with it. Once she was through with that, she bent to retrieve her bag. How surprising. Not only has he apologized for being late, he has behaved himself all throughout class. Has he finally learned his lesson? Does he finally realize that she is not interested in him, or being toyed with? Jacklyn brushed a few threads of hair behind an ear, twisting to leave now that class is over. It will not be long before the next one starts, however. History is tedious, but oh well.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

It was hard enough for him to stay quiet for so long, most people were giving him the stink eye. Really like he was trying to turn over a new leaf, it wasn't what he wanted at all....but then caught the eye of Jacklyn for a moment. He didn't turn to look at her, trying to keep his pose intact as he wanted to be distant for now. They had three classes together which were math, lunch, and gym together. She seemed to be taking higher level courses compared to him and he would just sigh at the response. He might need to catch her around lunchtime as the bell rung out. Everyone would head out towards the next class and he would turn to look at her leaving as she tied her hair into a ponytail and left for her next class. Rath would then look towards the teacher that gave him the advice as something else in the class had left already. This is harder then it looks! He said in a growl as he left his hand in his pockets trying to look strong in a way. I'm going to ask her during lunch......this better work. I don't want to be stuck doing all the work! He said menacingly as he turned away with a slight red tinting his face as he had to rely on someone else for help. Then heading towards the next class, he would think about how to pop the question. It would be hard to catch her, he would need to find her as well.....did she have friends? He didn't want to do it out in the open, maybe he should skip a class to think about it. Why was being nice so hard, did this stuff really work for his own goals? .... History class would indeed be tedious, but one issue that was around already was the golden girls in the class. They loved to wear makeup, had a few boyfriends on the best sport teams and causes trouble like no other. If they didn't like a girl they would shred into her, maybe of the other girls didn't mess with them and some even played pranks. This was a normal day as they sighted the target at hand as one of them sat right behind her in that class. Looking at the ponytail, she would wait for the perfect moment for the teacher to turn away as she clawed at it. Pulling it back trying to make her fall out of her chair out of nowhere, as she smirked a little. If she did fall out, it would create a scene as many would laugh at her, but if she resisted she would feel if her hair was about to be pulled out. Then whistling like nothing was wrong as some of the others girls would snicker at her harmless prank.
Thread: Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

Hmph. How childish. Must they go on with their silly games? Do they not realize they are in high school? Not kindergarten? Jacklyn thought to inform them of such, but to be honest she doubts it would change anything. As the saying goes a leopard is not liable to change their spots, no matter what. It hurt to have her hair pulled so mercilessly, but she said not a word about it. After all, it will only satisfy their oversized ego to let it be known that it aches so. It gives her grim satisfaction not to oblige, strangely enough... It is irritating, though. Jacklyn prefers to focus on the lesson, but instead her attention was torn between it and the persistent pulling on her hair and that, in of itself, is what she found more frustrating than the act. As to be expected, it was kept at a minimum until the end of class thus, when she tried to leave, two of the three girls linked arms with her making it to where escape is impossible. A grating laugh floated through the air. Jackie! Emily cooed, striding forward to make a grand entrance. Her hair, as always, is perfectly coiffed, her expression one of deadly cunning. It is stunning that, an eternity ago they used to be friends. Oh, how are you doing? Its been far too long. Emily stopped in front of the trio, hands on her hips. You look a little pale. How about we go out for a bit of fresh air? Hm? A hand lifted to pat Jacklyns cheek with a sense of sarcasm? Is that the right word? In any way, it was not at all reassuring or friendly. I like the idea, Emily announced, a hand flipping a wave of gold behind her shoulder her smile coy. Come on, everyone. Lets get going. Of course Jacklyn had no choice, nor did her opinion matter any. .... Jacklyns back hit the brick wall, which managed to knock all the oxygen from her lungs. Laughter filled her ears, cruel and snide not to mention cold. Were you ignoring me during class, Jackie? Emily cooed, as if it deeply hurt her feelings though Jacklyn doubts the beating black heart inside her chest can feel much of anything. And here I thought you cared. Her minions -whose names Jacklyn never bothered to learn- cackled on cue, and quite frankly, grated on her nerves like nothing else. A hand tangled into her ponytail, ripping it out if only to grip onto the gold threads. It was an act of pride that she did not resist, that she did not bring her hands up to scratch and fight. A slap stung her cheek first, and in the blink of an eye, hands ripped at her uniform nails scratched at her skin. Jacklyn bit back a thousand retorts that came to mind, and only raised her arms to defend herself. It is not worth lowering herself to their standard. It is difficult, though, not to make a sound. Pain echoed inside her chest after a particularly harsh punch, and a slap brought welts. Enough, Jacklyn hissed, finally - finally - getting to the point where her patience is thin. What do you prove with this? With these antics? How selfish you are? I have had enough. Let me return to class.
Thread: Ride of the Comancheros [ShadowOfDesire & DeRe]

The kid hadn't had any time to react before the bloody horse had balked and thrown its rider. A crumpled body, long and lanky with legs akimbo, lay within the scattered boulders near one rocky wall of the cliff. They saw mud-flecked pants, a faded brown poncho, and a tangle of long hair beneath a dusty, skewed hat. They closed in cautiously and for good reason. The movement was slight, easily missed by even those closest, as the first shot came from beneath the poncho, hidden by the fabric. Gunfire echoed off the walls of the gorge, six shots in rapid succession, fanning the hammer with an experienced hand. Men fell screaming as bullets pierced various limbs and body parts. Counter fire was almost immediate and Morgan had to roll behind one of the larger rocks to keep from being riddled. Bullets whizzed past, shattering against shale and flinging stone projectiles in all directions. In the midst of the chaos, gunfire and ricochets, those with the keenest of ears heard an all too familiar sound -- the hissing sizzle of a lit fuse. Morgan chucked the first stick of dynamite into the crowd of men, curling into a tight ball behind cover as it landed at their feet. It was a gamble, one that might not pay off, but this was a dire situation. Escape might be possible in the resulting chaos. If not, then at least some of them would also die. It was a grim outlook, but the wilds of untamed the western landscape expected little else.
Thread: Ride of the Comancheros [ShadowOfDesire & DeRe]

In their eager hubris the band completely botched their attempted ambush. Within mere moments of unhorsing their quarry, the seemingly helpless figure dropped three of them before they even saw the revolver. The rest scattered like ants kicked from a nest, scurrying for cover. Their hands were cowardly and their aim poor, with their bullets flying everywhere except towards the lethal Kid. Cries and curses echoed hollow in the narrow stone defile, punctuated by the sharp report of wild bullets bouncing around like rubber balls. Then came the angry hiss of the dynamite, like a crackling snake. Panic was immediate, and the bandits at one end of the ambush fled ingloriously back to the entrance, one of them brought down by the blast. In the tight confines the explosion was an ear-splitting crack, and the thick acrid smoke quickly began to obscure an already chaotic scene. At the other end the second group of bandits were reluctant to advance lest they wander into another facefull of bullets, but were too terrified of their chief to flee outright. It seemed now the hard-fighting Kid had a clear route of escape, through the smoke and carnage past the group of running Comancheros. El Desollador watched the grisly, farcical scene with a remote disdain. These men were little more than bullet-catchers, but they failed at even that task. Nonetheless, their incompetence could at least work to his advantage. His attuned, vulpine instincts knew exactly how the Kid would escape from this, giving him the narrowest of edges. There was every possibility the ambush could be bungled, so he had prepared for an emergency revision. He kept his eagle gaze fixed on his quarry as they raced through the defile, moving with the speed and purpose of a wily coyote. As soon as they reached the southern entrance - and seemingly, their escape - he would descend upon them from a gallop, appearing practically at their heels. Then he would have them.
Thread: Ride of the Comancheros [ShadowOfDesire & DeRe]

How Morgan found a horse was a mystery, but the chase was on and the Kid was riding hard out of the chaos. Another stick of dynamite exploded against the canyon wall, causing men to scream and horses to bolt, and the thief rode toward freedom at breakneck speeds. Heart thumping, Morgan didn't have time to pay any mind to the bruises and body aches from being thrown. This was a run for survival now, for the alternative would surely mean death. The horse's hooves pounded in the dirt and Morgan chanced a glance behind, eyes widening as an Indian rider appeared a mere tail length behind. All six bullets had been spent. With no time to reload and little chance of accomplishing the task while riding hard, Morgan could only hunker down and hope to outrun the pursuer. Boots dug into the animal's side, kicking hard to spur it to faster speeds. The reins cracked against the beast's neck which was already flecked with sweat and froth. The wind was like hot claws that tore at clothes and hair, throwing dust and sand in the face, which made it difficult to see and to breathe. And still Morgan clung to the beast, gripping the saddle with white knuckles and clenched knees.