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| Phasma | Oct 20 2009, 09:02 PM Post #1 |
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Whatever your opinion of the school's policies, leadership, curriculum, and workplace environment, you had to admit their events tended to end with a bang. Admittedly, they also tended to end with running and screaming, but one would be completely justified in ignoring that for the sake of a good promotional writeup. Come to Azura and Avalon, and never again suffer the mental toothache of prolonged boredom. Lucas, on the other hand, was beginning to feel that a little dullness might be exactly what the doctor ordered. A nice long vacation away from petty distractions like the deadly, rampaging Cerberus could do wonders for your health. Like letting you survive the night. His race to the door was almost pure survival instinct, with a large dose of stumbling over all the random bits of debris and litter he couldn't see. He had come into the auditorium through one of the doors marked 'staff only'. He supposed the staff wouldn't have wanted him using that entrance, but he felt that this was trumped by his desire to have a discreet entrance. And now it would serve nicely to make a discreet exit, in the sense in which 'discreet' was defined as 'not getting eaten'. The door thumped open, and Lucas hurtled through it, leaning against the opposite wall, breathing heavily and reveling in the cessation of noise as the door smoothly shut. And... Skeeball was there. Still holding his hand. A brief mental recap of the last few seconds indicated that she had, in fact, fled with him after Cerberus' arrival, and had likely been doing the majority of the navigation during their strategic retreat. Since, you know, blindness. "Uh... you're welcome," he said awkwardly, disengaging his hand and straightening his tie a bit. "I, ah, know you must've had a hard time running in that dress. So you're welcome. For the help." Taking a deep breath, Lucas stepped away from the wall and turned to head for the exit. When he had come in this way, there had been a short corridor leading to a few backstage areas for staff, like supply cabinets and dressing rooms and that kind of fun stuff. What it had NOT been was a richly-furnished hallway of dark, polished wood and rich red carpetting that seemed to stretch out into infinity, lit at regular intervals by what appeared to be honest-to-god oil lamps set into the walls. Doors of a dark, antique looking wood dotted the hallway here and there. Including, he saw, the one behind DJ, that they had just come through. Which had, until moments ago, been hollow metal painted white to match the walls. "...Shit!" Lucas took a quick step past DJ, gripping the handle of the door and pulling it open. He found himself staring into a hallway that looked nearly -if not entirely- identical to the one they were now in. "'And that's when I knew'," Lucas said in a dull, calm, utterly terrified monotone, neatly dropping in the quotation marks from his future autobiography. "'That rather than attending a school, I was being slowly digested by an amoral universe that took infinite and perverse delight in tormenting me.'" |
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| Mirror Paw | Oct 21 2009, 09:29 AM Post #2 |
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The giant monster had destroyed much of the party, and people were screaming and running everywhere. DJ backed up as she watched the entire event, and appearance of the person who looked like they weren’t loved enough as a child. The caller of the monster had no remorse for ruining the party. DJ watched as her friends and classmates engaged the enemy. She had to help. But right when DJ took hold of the closest student’s powers to transform and help the battle, Lucas pulled her hard to the left which not interrupted her transformation, but also caused her to release the borrowed powers. They ran past falling debris and even pushed a few students over to get away from the monster. Lucas was very fast… DJ followed Lucas as she held onto his hand, but it seemed as if he couldn’t see where he was going. Sure enough Demi saw his glasses were once again broken. So she took it upon herself to pull him in the right direction when he was heading the wrong way. With their combined running all over the place, the managed to enter a door and into a large and long hallway. The place was queit and when Lucas turned around, he seemed shock. Hello… you’re a very fast runner. Those two people you knocked over to get here while screaming like a little girly man, didn’t even see what hit them… Where are we? DJ watched as Lucas inspected the door and swore out loud. And then he began to talk quietly to himself. DJ giggled slightly and placed her hand over her mouth. She then walked over to Lucas and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Thank you for rescuing me. Though I was more the one pulling us along since you can’t see… but the thought was very much appreciated…” She then took hold of Lucas’s life force once again like she did in that very nice wonderland dimension. She floated in the air as the glyph appeared under her. Bright lights flashed as her long flowy condom dress dissipated like smoke to reveal her bare body. In the same amount of time that it took for her dress to disappear, a new garment covered her body. Once again, she was wearing Lucas’s normal clothing. Not his suit, but his casual street clothe, and what was best of all, she had his glasses. As the lights faded and she landed back down on the ground, she removed her glasses. She removed Lcuas’s damaged pair and placed the new ones on his nose. ”Yes I’m a jerk. Very good, Maybe next yadda yadda blah blah blah. We’ve all seen the signature… Now where are we?” |
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| Phasma | Oct 23 2009, 09:40 PM Post #3 |
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Lucas tried to ignore DJ as she made another one of her backhanded comments about his physique. He did NOT have girl-legs, and he certainly had not managed to knock anyone over during his retreat. He was sure he would have registered something like that. Probably. Most likely. Under ideal conditions. And even if he had, come on! Giant three-headed demon-dog! "We are in M.C. Escher's wet d-" Wait, had she just-? The hell was she- Lucas felt heat rise in his cheeks. Yes, she was an insanely cute girl, and that was the most action he'd gotten in years, but that was just sort of low. A low, sneaky, sexy way of getting under his defenses and catching him off-guard. And damn was it effective. She really was a devious mastermind. Stupid sexy Skeeball. "That's cheating," he managed to get out weakly, less than a second before the world seemed to explode in light. Lucas choked off a profanity, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness of DJ's transformation, painful in the dim candlelight of the endless hall. "Sonova-" Lucas rubbed at his eyes, trying to clear them of the twinkling purple spots that now clouded his vision almost as much as the lack of his glasses did. His glasses which were being replaced. Again. By the girl who once again looked disturbingly like him, down to the haircolor. He blinked, the spots slowly clearing as she spoke again, in the same harsh tones she'd used to imitate him in the mirror world. "We're in M.C. Escher's bad mushroom trip where I'm being mocked by the cute girl who thinks she's way funnier than she is," he said curtly, turning and walking in what should have been the way to the exit, if they had still been in the auditorium. "And I'm going this way until I find something that looks like an exit. You do whatever you want, Skeeball." Edited by Phasma, Oct 23 2009, 09:40 PM.
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| Mirror Paw | Oct 25 2009, 11:01 AM Post #4 |
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DJ looked around at the dim lit hall way and the countless doors everywhere. It was definitely something you’d see in a fun house or a movie. The carpet although rich and elegant, looked like it had not been walked on for a very long time. DJ walked over to the dark wood walls and placed a hand on it as she closed her eyes. She turned to Lucas just as he left her alone to go off and explore and possibly find an exit. She sighed as she looked up at the oil lamps and the hand painted ceilings. Maybe if they split up, they would find an exit faster. So DJ let That guy with the glasses go his way and she’d go hers. Demi licked her lips as she headed to the closest door that wasn’t the one Lucas had just walked through and opened it. And as she walked through the door she found herself in the same hall she had walked out of, only right where Lucas was. She blinked and tilted her head at the boy as she looked him up and down as if surveying him to see if he really was Lucas. ”Hello again… DJ said casually. Not really wondering what Lucas thought of the fact he had left Demi and was suddenly met with her again as she walked out of a door right in front of him to his left, she waved. She then smiled and closed the door behind her and then stood next to Lucas and held his hand. She then looked forward with a light smile in the direction they would be going. ”I believe we should stick together from now on. Or else we’re bound to keep finding each other and not the door. So goes the way of anime and movies.” DJ said as she walked forward with Lucas’s hand in hers. She swung her hand lightly as they walk so their linked appendages would sway back and forth with each step in a casual rhythm. As they walked through the spacious hallway, the temperature seemed to rise or perhaps it was because they were surrounded by so many oil lamps. For a hallway so vast there wasn’t any air circulating so the heat kept getting worse. Beads of sweat formed on DJ’s forehead and neck as she walked with Lucas and soon she had to give up holding Lucas’s hand due to Lucas’s perspiration. DJ paused and used her hand to wipe the sweat from her neck. She soon opened the first two buttons of her (or rather Lucas’s shirt she was wearing) and fanned herself with her palm. If she was feeling warm she couldn’t imagine how Lucas was feeling in that suit. So she smiled at him and faced him. She began to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. And before he could move away or refused, she walked behind him to remove his suit jacket. I have an idea, we could use some our discarded clothing as land marks. If we see a article we’ve left, we know we’re going around in circles. Take off your jacket. This hallway will be called Hallway Ugly Jacket… |
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| Phasma | Oct 26 2009, 11:52 PM Post #5 |
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Lucas plodded along the endless length of hallway, trying very hard to hold onto his anger -- it made it easier to ignore the creeping knowledge that he had violated one of the basic tenates of horror stories. Don't go into creepy place alone. Especially endless corridors that offered no apparent hiding-spots, doors notwithstanding. Logic said that, theoretically, a killer monster should not be able to easily sneak up on him in this situation any more than he would be able to get away, but physics -and logic by association- had clearly stepped out for an early lunch. He had sort of expected DJ to follow him regardless of what he'd said, in the way one expected that the only other character with a speaking role would stick by the protagonist. Which was him, obviously. Who had wandered off alone, in strange and possibly dangerous territory. By himself. Alone. Oh, godammi- "Hello again." "MOTHER OF-" Seriously, how did she keep DOING that? "I believe we should stick together from now on. Or else we’re bound to keep finding each other and not the door. So goes the way of anime and movies." "I'd say you were crazy, but sanity is defined by the majority, and something less-than-ideal seems to have happened to reality. ....You know what, I choose to take comfort in my minority status thusly. YOU'RE A LUNATIC." Lucas was not too proud to admit that he flinched a little as DJ grabbed his hand. He was adjusting, at last, to living in a world where a lot of people were capable of killing him with their pinkies. He tended to react badly when people tried to kill him, and that, combined with the aforementioned levels of power, made for less than calm reactions. Particularly when someone, much like Demi, seemed to have an only coincidental alignment with reality. Or what passed for reality at the moment. He tried vainly to worm his hand free of hers, but she had a surprisingly strong grip. Trying not to dwell on that, Lucas tried to come up with a way short of physical violence to remove his hand from the deathgrip. ....Okay, I gnaw my own arm off at the shoulder. Easy, right? Of course, that was the moment at which DJ released his hand anyway. Lucas kept coming up with all these awesome plans, and reality just kept undermining all of them. The amoral-universe theory was looking more and more likely all the time. And why the heck was it so hot here? How did an area this big get STUFFY? And- why was she in front of him again? "Uh-" Lucas took a step back, feeling a small, emasculating surge of fear as DJ reached for his neck. And then a surge of bewildered foolishness as she loosened his tie some more and undid a few buttons. "What-" "I have an idea, we could use some our discarded clothing as land marks. If we see a article we’ve left, we know we’re going around in circles. Take off your jacket. This hallway will be called Hallway Ugly Jacket…" "Hey, that- you- STOP TRYING TO GET ME NAKED, PERVERT!" Lucas spun awkwardly, shucking off the jacket and tugging it away from DJ. "Okay, fine, you know what? YOU WIN. You don't like me, that's great, most people don't. You got it a lot faster than people usually do, and I kinda respect that, the skeeball was an original way to get the point across. I'll admit it was pretty fun for a little bit, but for now let's just cut the crap and focus on getting the hell out of here. Enough with the acting cute and seductive and trying to undress me or whatever. Whatever the hell I did to piss you off so damn quick, I'm sorry, fine. Hear me? YOU WIN. You have succeeded in besting a scrawny, terrified little nerd that no one likes anyway, CONGRATULATIONS, you're going to goddamn Disney World, now let's move on to actually finding an exit." |
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| Mirror Paw | Oct 27 2009, 07:26 AM Post #6 |
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Most of the time when people called her names or put her down, Demi always let it go, and for the most part seemed unaffected entirely by it. Oblivious to her peer’s taunts, she moved from day to day unaware, or at least seemingly so, that she was an outsider. And even when called a lunatic, or a pervert, for very odd reasons, she didn’t react to the words. Until… "Okay, fine, you know what? YOU WIN. You don't like me, that's great, most people don't. You got it a lot faster than people usually do, and I kinda respect that, the skeeball was an original way to get the point across. I'll admit it was pretty fun for a little bit, but for now let's just cut the crap and focus on getting the hell out of here. Enough with the acting cute and seductive and trying to undress me or whatever. Whatever the hell I did to piss you off so damn quick, I'm sorry, fine. Hear me? YOU WIN. You have succeeded in besting a scrawny, terrified little nerd that no one likes anyway, CONGRATULATIONS, you're going to goddamn Disney World, now let's move on to actually finding an exit." The light smile on her face as she stood there looking at Lucas began to drop one side at the time. Soon her casual smile was just a plain expression as she looked away from Lucas and turned around. With her back now facing him, she looked down to the floor and at her clothe; Lucas’s clothe. In a split second, her clothe turned a deep shade of black and fell off her body as her clothe became heavy and broke apart. Like black slime, it dripped form her body and pooled at her feet and vanished, and underneath Lucas’s attire was her normal jean jacket, white skirt, and green, pink, and yellow striped stockings with the green ballet slippers. ”I do like you… a lot.” That was her only argument before she looked up towards the long hallway, yet she did not turn around to face Lucas. He had hurt her feelings. All the put downs and insults her classmates threw out, she wasn’t effected by them. But Lucas managed to hurt her feelings. So when she turned to Lucas to look at him, she smiled lightly, but not the comfortable casual smile she normally fashioned when she was with him, but the plain, “polite” smile she normally did when around other students to let them know they can’t hurt her. ”Let’s go then.” DJ said plainly before she turned slowly and walked ahead of him. She didn’t take his hand this time, or give a playful comment, or even waited for him. She just walked a long the hallway, searching for the exit so she and Lucas could part ways. This way, she could go home where she didn’t have to smile all the time, and no body would see her… cry. |
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| Phasma | Nov 1 2009, 12:23 AM Post #7 |
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That had felt a lot less satisfying than Lucas might have hoped it would. He had been expecting SOME kind of reaction, but DJ just kind of stood there. The lack of a reaction was probably the single most aggravating thing she could have done at the moment, and Lucas would've bet good money that she knew it. He was looking for something -anything at this point- to validate what he was saying, or at least to acknowledge that she'd really listened to what he had said. At any other time, the verbal back and forth, the mindgames might've been kind of fun in a perverse way, but between the creepy woman, the Cerberus, and the endless hallways, Lucas had run out of patience for games. Okay, and clothes melting- she can do that? No, no, stay focused- "I do like you… a lot. Let’s go then." Okay, he had to admit that was unexpected. The specific tactic, at least, if not the general direction -- still keeping up with the mocking even in a situation like this. He seemed to have taken a bit of her enthusiasm, though, so that was something. She was probably just poking more to see if she could draw a further rise from him. That was perfectly fine. Now that he could see how much it took the wind from her sails, he was fine with just refusing to play along anymore. Letting out a small snort of aggravation, he started walking, taking a few quick steps to catch up to her before falling into pace on her left, his coat draped over one arm. "Yeah, sure, I'll buy that. Guess I'd forgotten that a blunt object to the face at high speed is a universal sign of affection. I think it was the intense pain that threw me off. Seriously, what'd I do to piss you off so bad? Like I said, I really don't care much if people hate me, but it usually takes longer than three seconds..." Lucas trailed off, deciding to try one of the doors at random. It seemed at least as good a strategy as anything else they were likely to think of. The door swung open easily enough. "ZUUUUUUUUUUUL-!" The door slammed, Lucas temporarily stunned into silence. After a moment's pause, he cautiously cracked the door again. "ZUUL MUTHAF***A, ZUUUUU-" The door slammed again. "Okay.... doors are maybe not the best option." Edited by Phasma, Nov 1 2009, 12:26 AM.
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| Mirror Paw | Nov 7 2009, 11:39 AM Post #8 |
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And so he followed her. She hadn’t expect him to go off on his own, but she didn’t think he’d rush up to catch up to her either. DJ slowed down and returned to a steady pace as Lucas started to speak. She was upset with him which was a rarity for her. She often allowed things to slip off her, but because of her feelings for Lucas, his words had really bothered her. She slowed down even more as she thought about the skeeball incident. She had thrown the skeeball into his face, and she kind of didn’t know why she did it. It was a mix of being in the strange world, the atmosphere and karma… Something told her to do it. She stopped when Lucas paused to open up a door. The last time Demi opened a door, it led her back to Lucas, so she didn’t expect the find the exit right away. But she didn’t expect THAT either. Zul? Demi blinked as Lucas opened up the strange door again and then slammed it back shut with a look of fear in his eyes. DJ blinked and then placed her hand over her mouth as she giggled. She took a deep breath and walked over to him. She took his hand and pulled him away from the door and led their way further down the hallway. She didn’t let go this time. “If decide to throw another Skeeball at you again, I’ll give you a warning… I’m not crossed with you… I enjoy your company. I just believe you have been going through a streak of bad luck. Forest and mountain onis, Giant demon dogs, strange worlds, and skeeballs… But it’ll all pass. Once your life digests all that bad luck, it’ll pass. Like tuna… Give it time. You’ll push it out… Let’s try this door. DJ paused and with her free hand that wasn’t holding Lucas’s, she opened the door next to her. Inside were two men. Both in long black robes, and one of the two men was showing the other his cool tattoo on his arm. They both looked at DJ and Lucas as DJ waved. …Terribly sorry for interrupting… Didn’t mean to bother you…” DJ then closed the door on them. She looked at Lucas with a light smile and just shrugged. She then blinked and looked back at the door. ”May we should have asked them for directions… But when DJ went back to the door and opened it, all she found was a brick wall. ” Hmmm… How odd… All the walls are wood lines here… But this one is bare brick… Doesn’t really match the décor…” |
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| Phasma | Nov 10 2009, 12:21 AM Post #9 |
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"That... didn't really answer the question, but okay. So what, are you trying to claim you hate me because destiny said so, or- ...you are the GRAND HIGH POOBAH of mixed messages, you know?" Lucas gave his once-again-entangled hand a brief, futile tug before bowing to the inevitable. Past experience showed that short of physical violence, DJ wasn't going to release his hand before it suited her, and he was pretty sure she would be capable of kicking his ass six ways from Sunday, whatever that meant. Most people at the school were, but DJ had joined the slightly smaller ranks of those apparently willing to do so when they deemed necessary. And call it bad luck while making comparisons to tuna-diarrhea. ....Ew. "I will say I've suspected that pointless conflict is my destiny with a lot of people, but I think you're the first to actually try using it as an- was that Alan Rickman?" Lucas frowned slightly, watching DJ as they started to move on, then backtracked to the now brick-filled doorway. Chad had been right about one thing, as delusional as he apparently was about everything else. Her behavior did seem weirdly contradictory, though his frame of reference was admittedly slim. It was like she couldn't figure out quite how to act. Half the time she was mocking him, if not outright commiting violence, and the other half, he could almost swear she was trying to be genuinely nice. She knew how to confuse the hell out of him, that was for sure. It almost made him nostalgic for Asshole and Bugzapper, who could at least be unambiguous about the conflict. Almost. "Hmmm… How odd… All the walls are wood lines here… But this one is bare brick… Doesn’t really match the décor…" "Jeezus f***ing Christ, this place is the bastard lovechild of MC Escher and HP Lovecraft," Lucas said, reaching out to shut and reopen the door. "Two initials and a funny name. I dub this hallway IC Weiner." The door opened on a dark underwater scene, the water stopping in a gelatinous slab at the doorframe. Lucas stared for a moment, then carefully shut the door before physics decided to wake up and demand to know who the hell they thought they were. He let out a sigh, leaning back against the door that seemed to be teasing them with the barest possibility of turning into a way out. There was a moment of silence as the metaphorical gears turned in his head. He glanced down at DJ. "Know what? F*** destiny. You wanna get dinner or something? ....Assuming we get out of here. Into something that at least resembles home. Rather than, you know, a dungeon dimension full of elder gods whose very appearance would shatter our sanity even further than it already has been." |
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| Mirror Paw | Nov 13 2009, 01:14 AM Post #10 |
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DJ stood there rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she just stared off at the never ending hallway. She looked at the carpet and wondered on the workings of this world. Everything looked so nice and refined, yet had this sort of mystery about it. Lucas plainly didn’t like it, and even made it clear to all by mocking the hallway. The underwater scene was fascinating to say the least. DJ stood behind Lucas and peered over his shoulder. For a moment she wondered if they could swim in it, and what kind of creatures lived in that deep dark underwater world. Maybe she should push him… But then he closed the door and looked at her. Darn… Missed opportunity. If pushing someone into the deep end of the pool was funny, imagine how amusing it would be if she pushed him into an ocean… from a door. She thought it would give a chuckle. But then, he said something she wasn’t sure she heard right. Did he just ask her out? She looked at him and blinked, and then looked around to see if he was indeed talking to her. Seeing as she was the only other person here, she assumed he was. When she turned back around to Lucas and had a serious face, firm eyes, and a locked mouth. She took a step closer to him as he pressed himself against the closed door. She leaned into him and kissed him. That was it. She just kissed him. Tongue, lips, body pressing against each other, and all. And when she broke their kiss she closed her eyes and just lost herself in thought. ”Well, you’re a moderately decent kisser, though you have to work on your technique. And maybe fix your breath. A tic tac won’t do, so perhaps we’ll get you one of those Listerine dissolving patches. But ok. You passed. I’ll go out with you. Pick me up at my parents house this Friday night at 8. I’ll text you the address.” She then turned around and looked down the hallway as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. I wonder…how exactly a place like this… has such nice carpeting, flooring and wall treatments… Five eight eight… Two three hundred… Empiiiiire… Today? Imagine their carpet cleaning bill. I’d imagine it was very hefty. Hefty Hefty Hefty. And while I’m “ad” it… I’m love’n it. Melts in your mouth, not in your hands. So easy a caveman can do it. Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s maybelline… Ok I’m done. “ |
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| Phasma | Nov 15 2009, 01:00 AM Post #11 |
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Lucas felt himself tense as DJ stared at him, leaning back just a bit under the force of her gaze, utterly solemn and serious in its intensity. As she took a small step forward, the crushing pressure of the ocean was looking like a better choice. If a skeeball was just a way of saying hello, or some weird manifestation of bad luck, what the hell would she do when she was actually feeling mad? He'd managed to get through to her once already, had she taken his question as another insult? Not like there was anyone around to hear him screaming- The world went suddenly -surprisingly softly- quiet. Complete and abject terror had a way of blanking the mind to everything not immediately related to what was happening right at that instant, and apparently so did spontaneous make-outs from cute Asian girls. Which wasn't to say that there wasn't some terror -she was just softening him up before she killed him, he was sure- but for once it was the in the minority. It had been a long time since anyone had touched Lucas with any kind of affection, not since his parents had hugged him goodbye as he boarded the plane to come to Japan. It had been even longer, not since middle school, since he had anything that approached romantic contact with another human being. Alejandro and Morgana had both played at it, turned it into something hideous and spiteful and designed to hurt, but something about this felt real. Even if DJ hated his guts, even if this was just a prelude to tearing his face off, it felt genuine on some level he couldn't define. So maybe she was just a very good actor, their previous interactions certainly would have supported that, but Lucas didn't care. It felt good, on a physical level and a much, much deeper emotional and psychological level, felt good like he hadn't felt since the Dawn, and he wanted more. Oh god, did he want more, wanted it to never end. I should probably do something... The thought was a stray one, born in the tiny bit of his brain still capable of coherent thought, the one bit noting that he was stiff and unresponsive with terror. His tongue briefly touched DJ's, tentatively poking out and exploring each other in tender, soft little touches, their kiss acted out in parallel microcosm. The kiss broke, Lucas drawing the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, feeling DJ's heat and heartbeat more in their absence than when she had been pressed up against him, tasting her fruity lipgloss as an aftertaste. Mind still dazed, Lucas could hear DJ talking. Something about- wait, was she criticizing his technique? She ambushed him and then rated him on it? ....Damn, she WAS the most devious mind he had met. And lord help him if it wasn't hot as hell. "...Pick me up at my parents house this Friday night at 8. I’ll text you the address." Lucas stood motionless for a second as DJ continued her ambling walk down the endless hall, talking to herself -- herself, because once again most of Lucas' brain was spinning wildly around what had just happened. Spinning it over and over, getting nowhere. "...Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s maybelline… Okay, I’m done." Snapping back to what passed for reality at the moment, Lucas glared at DJ's slowly retreating back. He was still for another moment, and then he strode angrily after her again, face set with determination of purpose. "Now wait a minute," he said, stepping in front of her, facing her and halting her progress with a hand on her shoulder. "This is EXACTLY what I was talking about earlier. Tongue-raping me and then rating it? Who the hell does that? And furthermore-" Midrant, he stepped in, leaning in and kissing her himself. This time he was conscious from the start of everything he had noticed only in the aftermath of the first, the singular, blissful pleasure of it only enhanced. Eyes closed, he wrapped his free arm around the small of her back, pulling her close, feeling her warmth, her heartbeat, the rhythm of her breath. He let it stretch on for what seemed like hours, the hand on DJ's shoulder sliding up to cup the side of her face, and begin inching through her hair. After all too short a time, he pulled away, his lips briefly closing lightly on DJ's lower lip, giving it a slight, soft tug as they separated. It was something he had read in a book once, and he hoped to god he'd done it right. Heart beating wildly, he looked at DJ severely over the top of his glasses, hoping he was managing to project an air of cool confidence rather than the wild terror now ripping through his system in the aftermath, as reality again returned. "And furthermore, I get a do-over," he said, smirking and staring her in the eyes, hoping like hell that it sounded less ridiculous out loud than it did in his head. "I SUPPOSE if you're still not satisfied with my performance, I might be persuaded to practice a bit... If you're willing to be a tutor, I mean. You seem to consider yourself some kind of female Don Juan, and all. Don Juanita? Donna Juan? What would be the female form of- oh, god. Babbling. Shutting up..." |
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