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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 12:36 PM Post #1 |
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<Warning: Mature Themes> December 7, 2010 Twenty fucking hours. That was how long Andreja had spent cooped up on that plane. She’d never flown before, but what, like she was some little kid, supposed to be all excited because the plane was flying? Big fucking deal. She’d seen things fly before. The worst part was that she had to fucking ask permission every time she wanted to go to the bathroom. To the bathroom! And it was this whole long process because they had to escort her there, since apparently she might run away or something – while in mid-air, yeah, sure – and then cut the handcuffs, and they’d bang on the freaking door while she was trying to get a decent cigarette in. They hadn’t even let her smoke in the airport in Russia. She’d spent the whole time with her hands behind her back. Not even one cigarette! One of the guards had smoked in front of her and they’d actually laughed about it. Assholes. She’d slept. Sort of. Awkwardly. Whatever. She’d slept in worse conditions before. Being tired wasn’t doing her mood any favors though. Finally she was on this stupid campus. It was snowing at least, but the snow was white, not gray like she was used to. Another thing to be annoyed about. They were supposed to walk her to the dorms or something, but they were early or whatever woman was supposed to meet Andreja there was late and – whatever. There was some shit about not being able to leave, and going to some office the next day. And her room number? Whatever. Andreja had stopped listening before they’d even gotten through the first sentence. The guards had gotten sick of waiting, that weird thing had gone on her ankle, and they were finally, finally gone. Short a few pairs of handcuffs too. Heh. Andreja shoved the obnoxious contraption with the blue light onto her ear and went to find a bench, sprawling across it. She hadn’t brought much with her to this school – she had on a white wife beater beneath a long-sleeved shirt under her heavy winter coat, a pair of heavy pants and her combat boots – clean, mostly, all of it. Except the coat. Andreja had worked hard for that one blood-stain on the pocket and she’d been proud when it hadn’t come out. She grabbed the pack of cigarettes she’d stolen with the plastic handcuffs, and opened up the coat, taking the lighter out of the inside right pocket. She let it stay open; the cold was refreshing after the hot, thick air of the low-cost Russian plane. She tousled one hand through her short hair and shoved the cigarette into her mouth, lighting it and inhaling deeply. Finally, some peace and quiet. Edited by Opportunity Cost, Mar 19 2011, 09:05 AM.
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 01:05 PM Post #2 |
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Snow. Bright, fluffy, cold, wet, stupid snow. Eric was half-hoping this part of Japan wasn’t so inclined to have this sort of weather, especially given he wasn’t interested in changing into warmer clothes. On the other hand, to his good fortune, the crazy weather at campus wasn’t actually all that cold as he expected, or perhaps Eric was more used to the freezing temperatures in his hometown. In any case, snow was very familiar to him and rather disliked by him. To hell if he was gonna change out of his fancy black suits and cream collared shirts. Nor was he going to let snow interrupt his ultimately pointless wanderings around the grounds. Well, perhaps it wasn’t all pointless, but Eric rarely made any goal until after a good while wandering about looking at people and trees and whatever and finding something interesting. Interesting things were the shiniest things in Eric’s eyes, a crow to the silverware. With eyes like Eric, there was no shiny thing unsoiled by his prying eagle eyes. And believe me when I say, someone smoking on campus was an interesting thing to see. Eric wasn’t sure if there was any law against it, for the most part, but given he rarely saw anyone else smoke, he had to wonder. He approached the person, at first assuming it was a boy, until he noticed the girl’s face and how the coat and large pants and boots likely belied her figure. Her short hair didn’t help Eric’s first assessment either. To be honest, as Eric approached within twenty feet of her, he realized she didn’t look half bad. At ten feet, he started to notice some of her scars, as well as a blood stain on her coat. Okay, perhaps best not to close in too much. Eric was unarmed, but only in terms of swords. His tongue would play the rapier in this bout. He put one foot on the bench near the girl’s feet, keeping an eye on her in case she did something rather undesirable. With a more neutral grin, he looked at the pale girl’s face and spoke, “It’s a shame to see such a beauty smoke.” Eric instinctively guarded himself a little. Hopefully that blood wasn’t from a gun fight. Guns seemed rather commonplace here. “Long day? I’m sure there’s other ways to relieve stress.” |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 01:19 PM Post #3 |
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This school or whatever was fucking weird. Yeah, Andreja had seen tons of Evos around before, but never quite like this. First of all, there were some really freaky ones, like that one kid with a long bushy foxtail and ears. And they were all just wandering around like they had nothing better to do with their time. She’d figure it out later, Andreja decided. First she had to find a way to get some money. That whole not leaving thing was probably going to be annoying. She’d have to figure that out too. How could they stop her though? If she wanted to get up and go right now there was nothing they could do. Not that she’d decided to leave yet. But the option was there. Free food though – she remembered free food being mentioned by that uptight woman who’d visited her in jail. Sure, there was free food in prison but it wasn’t worth shit; in fact you were probably better off eating – anyway, Andreja distinctly recalled being promised that the food here would be better than the food in prison. Plus it wasn’t like she’d been to Japan or wherever they were before. So for the time being, Andreja would stick around at this school thing. At least until a better option came up. The one good thing was that none of these kids had been stupid enough to bother her. Except for the one asshole who came strolling up like he owned the place. Andreja glared at the foot resting on her bench, then up at him. He was speaking some weird language, but the thing on her ear translated it. Huh. She’d have to keep it. She was all set to kick him in the balls when she noticed just how nice the pants he was wearing were. And the shirt. Andreja relaxed a little, although the scowl didn’t leave her face. She exhaled a long puff of cigarette smoke at him, not even bothering to turn her head to the side. “Yeah? Like what?” She challenged. She spoke Serbian, of course, but if she’d understood him then he could probably understand her. If not, who the fuck cared? “This place seems fucking boring.” |
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 01:42 PM Post #4 |
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Well, geez, she had a personality to go with her look, it seemed. Instead of taking the brunt of the woman’s smoke in his face, Eric merely stepped away from the cloud, reeling around until he was behind the girl’s head, out of reach of her arms. Let’s see her try to bug him off now. He listened to her own challenge, her vulgarities now doubt befitting her quite well. No wonder she was scarred and bloodied like that. Lord knows how much she liked to get in a fight. Which, of course, led Eric to his answer to the woman. He bent down a little, his eyes getting a slight glance at hers, before smirking and replying to her, “Well, depends on how much you like slowly choking yourself. There’s some who enjoy quite a bit.” Eric was no fan of smoking, and he was prepared to make that clear to the girl, “You look like a girl that doesn’t mind delivering a beating. There are holographic chambers here where you can beat and kill as much as you want with your own hands. Without the repercussions of actually hurting people, of course.” Personally, Eric was not a fan of the chambers. He even kept his fencing training to a regular gym setting. “Oh, and you can’t die in them, either, so if you have someone you really hate, maybe they’d let you punish them. Over, and over, and over.” Wow, Eric sounded pretty sick even to himself. Still, perhaps if he could get this woman to enjoy some sort of sick and twisted fantasy, she’d also be less of a liability in the outside world. “My name’s Eric, by the way.” |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 02:03 PM Post #5 |
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Andreja turned with him. Fuck if she was letting him get behind her. She rested the arm with the cigarette over the back of the bench, fully prepared to put it out on him if he got too close. She took another drag and smirked at him, meeting his eyes unflinchingly as she flicked the ashes onto the ground between them. Holographic chambers? What the fuck did that mean? “What, like a video game for adults or some shit?” Andreja raised an eyebrow. She made a face at his mention of repercussions – hurting people was half the fun of fighting, really. She supposed some sort of practice something might be a good way to keep in shape, but those people who just lifted weights and thought it made them strong were idiots and fools. The only way to get good at hurting was to hurt. The second to last sentence made her grin. “Over and over and over, eh Eric? Who do you hate so badly that you’d want to do this?” She might have been talking about the Bushido Chambers, but she had let her voice sort of curl around the repetition, intending to leave the impression that it was an entirely different sort of over and over she really meant. Andreja finished the cigarette and stubbed it out on the bench before dropping the butt on the ground. She pulled a second one of the pack, almost challengingly, lighting it in front of him. “I’m Andreja.” She let her arm dangle off the side of the bench again. “Thanks for the tip, Eric,” she said it like a childish nickname, almost derisively, with a hard, open-mouthed k at the end, cigarette smoke trickling out around the words. |
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 02:24 PM Post #6 |
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Well, cute, she spun around with him. That vile nicotine smoke was enough of an irritant for Eric, and his face made a more subtle, annoyed expression. It seemed more like he was bored than actually irritated. He made a point to stay out of her reach, as well as her cloud of smoke, in case she decided to be more aggressive. She wasn’t exactly cute, not with her attitude or scarring everywhere, but she did have some sort of appeal to her. Something Eric noticed in another girl, Lyra. It sort of drew him to stay there. “Basically. A lot more realistic than you’d think, though. The pain’s real, the sensations are real, but the actual stuff isn’t.” Really, Eric’s main time in using it was to practice surfing with a girl. The actual video game appeal of it was rather lost on him. Fighting in some beat-em-up style wasn’t all that appealing, really. Nor was practicing against AI in fencing, which either cheated or tried to grow in predictable ways. Maybe a better one would arise some day, but Eric preferred avoiding it altogether. Then, Eric grinned back, listening to Andreja roll over her ‘over’s like they were something else entirely. Heh, was she trying to play games with him, now? Eric could only oblige, “I wouldn’t know much about hate, darling. I’m more of a lover, than a fighter.” Well…yeah, perhaps it was true. Eric never really did get into fights anyways. “That doesn’t mean someone won’t come along that I wouldn’t want give it to them, over, and over, and over.” He mirrored Andreja’s tone, going just a tad slower as his did so. “Nice to meet you, Andreja.” Eric deliberately pronounced her name incorrectly, letting it sound all the more foolish off of his tongue. He made no mistake in his expression that he was doing it on purpose, either. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 02:47 PM Post #7 |
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Darling. Andreja made a disappointed face at the word when the Serbian version trickled into her ear. What a terrible word – made her think of families and little children and bullshit like that. This Eric thought he was very clever then, repeating back her little flirtation like a parrot. Andreja scowled, finding herself annoyed again, exhaling another cloud of smoke in his direction. The wind carried it out, not even obscuring him for more than a few seconds. She felt the metal of her knuckles in her pocket against her leg, the particular shift of her body resting their weight just on top of their thigh. For a delightful moment, she considered leaping over the back of the bench with them and slamming her fist into his face. Then he’d see about the repercussions of actually hurting people. Asshole. Andreja might have done it too, but she was tired after her long flight, and it seemed like more work than the fun would be worth. She would have at least turned away, but the deliberate mispronunciation of her name caught her attention. She turned back to Eric, slowly looking him up and down, eyes lingering on every detail from his hair to the tip of his expensive shoes, and not sparing any inch of him between. He was better muscled than she’d first realized. Once again the joke had merely been a poor imitation of her own, but she felt amused rather than aggravated now. He was entertaining – she would give him that. “Are you an Evo, Eric?” She used the Serbian slang term; it was a shockingly negative word, something that would have made any polite company cringe. Even the sound of it was brutally harsh, almost tripping over its own consonants, the vowels floundering between. |
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 03:09 PM Post #8 |
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Heh. It didn’t seem she enjoyed Eric’s flirting. At all. Eric didn’t enjoy getting on people’s bad side, but it looked he lost this battle with Andreja. Her scowl wanted Eric to shut up, and her vain puff of smoke told him to get lost. Eric didn’t have much patience with her to start, and he was quickly losing it now, seeing her just scowl at him for his slight error. Very unappreciative. Or perhaps Eric was just not trying hard enough? Who knows. Then, quite oddly, Andreja suddenly perked over her mispronounced name. He watched her, his expression stone-faced, as he noticed her eyes glance over every part of his body. Every part. He raised a quizzical eyebrow when her mood suddenly changed from pissed off to somehow amused. What amused her? Eric didn’t really have a guess. Something on his body? How he pronounced her name? It was an odd deal. Then, she asked him something, and Eric’s PLEASED started to act up a little. She asked if Eric was an Evo, or something like that, but the PLEASED’s French translation started to run off a particularly vulgar and particularly long French-Canadian special. Eric nearly winced before the translation ended a good few seconds after Andreja was already done talking. God, it sounded like the grinding of metal and concrete as someone vomited in the distance. Eric frowned, dropping his raised eyebrow. He looked over Andreja once again. If only he could get a better look under that coat… “Yeah, I am. What about you?” Eric made his point frankly and dispassionately, simply bouncing off the question back at the Serbian. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 03:38 PM Post #9 |
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Andreja grinned, enjoying the look on his face. She knew there was translation going on, but it looked like the intent of her words had gotten through just fine. He had a pretty good poker face, and he didn’t look quite as horrified as she’d hoped, but the near wince and the frown were satisfying enough. “Yeah, I am.” She grinned again, taking another drag of the cigarette. It was done already, down to the barest stub – fucking cheap Russian cigarettes. She should have at least stolen a better brand. She ground it into the same spot with the ashes of the previous cigarette, watching the little flicks of embers glow red and extinguish into nothing. She tossed the butt on the ground next to the other. She didn’t light up a third cigarette, at least not yet. It wasn’t so much out of respect for Eric’s wishes as a desire to save the rest for later. Who knew when the hell she’d be able to snag some more? Andreja shrugged her coat off, stretching her arms up over her head. The shirts beneath were much tighter than the bulky coat, even the long-sleeved one, revealing a pleasant, if thin body. The sleeves hid the extent of the muscle on her arms. She twisted her head to the side, her neck cracking loudly. She got up, turning to lean over the bench, arms resting on the back of it. The sharp bite of the cold was still pleasant. She inspected her nails, casually – short still, clean enough. She didn’t say anything, not yet, studying Eric again. The silence had gotten awkward, but there she was still grinning, still amused, waiting to see how he’d respond. |
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 07:11 PM Post #10 |
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Jeez, she liked seeing him in awkward situations, didn’t she? Obviously, she was amused at his less than pleasant expression after her little slur. Well, after something like that, who wouldn’t be either weirded out, or offended? Eric’s reaction was probably not all that big compared to what she might have gotten from one of the more easily movable students. No matter how much she wanted, Eric’s pendant would guarantee he wouldn’t act up. She was an Evotelluric as well, it seemed. Well, given Eric neither had the intention nor the interest in telling her his power, it was probably fair he didn’t ask for hers either. It was obviously not arm extension or something that increased her reach; Eric suspected he’d have a cigarette burn. Probably wasn’t something highly offensive, either, or Eric would probably have felt it by now. In any case, if she hadn’t killed Eric with it now, it probably wasn’t something to worry about. He hoped. Eric watched her strip off her coat, stretching her body out on the bench in front of him, letting him see a good show of her clothed form. He did notice a hint of muscle to her as she flexed about, however, but Eric couldn’t really tell how much. She was by no means petite, and she had a good shape to her, as far for Eric to see that she looked great. She had a small chest, it seemed, and flatter bottom, yet she definitely still had the remnants of that figure. Interesting. Just then, Eric noticed neither of them were talking, nor had been talking for a short while. Andreja merely continued to examine Eric rather disconcertingly, like he had his fly open or something…no, he didn’t have it open. It seemed, well, perhaps she was enjoying watching the silence go by, waiting for Eric to make some move. At least she wasn’t smoking again on top of things. Eric finally flinched a little from her continued stare, breaking out abruptly to ask her quite sharply, “What, is there something on my face?” |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 08:15 PM Post #11 |
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((Oh god post #1000)) Andreja’s smile widened into a smirk when Eric finally broke the silence. She didn’t respond at first, shifting comfortably against the hard wood. For the first time she lowered her gaze from him. She examined her nails again, glancing at the short cuticles and the rough, scarred skin of her fingers. There was nothing particularly interesting about them, really. She wanted to see Eric squirm again. The little flinch had been delightful, but much less than she’d been hoping for. “No,” She said, finally, looking back up. “Did you think there was?” The smirk was still playing over her lips. “Is that the only reason I would look at you, Eric?” She drew the sound of his name out again, longer and softer this time, but still with a little crisp kick on the k. This time her gaze dropped lower – an almost predatory look aimed somewhere in particular – before she raised her eyes back up to meet his. Brown. Not that she gave a shit. He’d stayed this long. More importantly, she was damn bored after her flight. She needed something to do, something interesting. Something entertaining, and he was that. He walked dangerously close to the line between obnoxious and amusing, but if nothing else it was better than silence. Perhaps he did have more balls than she’d assessed initially. Andreja had seen the way he looked at her body when she’d taken the coat off. She had a good idea of what he wanted from her – what most men wanted from most women. More importantly still, she knew exactly what she wanted from him. Edited by Opportunity Cost, Dec 8 2010, 09:53 AM.
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 08:56 PM Post #12 |
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Man, Andreja could be creepy. Her smile widened and Eric found himself a little more uncomfortable there. Breaking off her eye contact gave Eric a little bit of breathing room as she checked her nails, but before he could really put himself on a good foothold, the girl was back to staring at him. Eric wasn’t quite afraid of her, though, yet he if he did leave at this point in time, he’d probably never want to see her again, even if she was rather pretty, in a way. “Didn’t think so…” Eric replied, still trying to figure Andreja out. Her next words were curious, quite curious. Actually, hearing his name like that was…rather amusing on its own. He grinned once more at Andreja, thinking about a few reason, wanting certain ones to be true over others. He looked over Andreja again, enjoying the more unique shape of her body. She was muscular, wasn’t she? Eric wondered how that would feel… “I’m sure there’s plenty. Why don’t you tell me, though, instead of playing games?” He crossed his arms, standing only slightly crooked as he continued his grin at Andreja. Did he want that from her? Of course. And yet, she was both attractive and repulsive. Not physically, however. Her personality had both a rude barrier to it, given her vulgarity and rudeness, while there was some mystical draw about her, keeping Eric there. That same egging on he felt with the thread mage. Perhaps it was their forwardness. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 09:13 PM Post #13 |
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“Impatient,” Andreja remarked, insulting him as though her time was wasted on the word. Better and better. His face was still so stoic though. It was ruining some of her fun. But she could see in the way he stood that she unnerved him. She liked it. She loved seeing the intimidation on people’s faces, in their body language. It was what had drawn her to fight in the first place after the Dawn – that look on spectator’s face when she stood over some beaten opponent, blood splattered on her fists. It was a look she never got tired of and Eric’s body language gave her enough of it, for now. She wasn’t far from the edge of the bench; it was a few short steps around it, to lean against its back, facing Eric more closely now. Her arms crossed beneath her chest, highlighting that and marking some of the muscle in her forearms go taut beneath her skin, visible through the fabric of the shirt. “Let’s just say that what I want isn’t possible with you so far away,” her eyes flicked over him again. There was something distinctly dangerous in her tone; the words were soft and flirtatious but there was a hard edge to her eyes, to her face, that belied any attempt to play the coquette. She knew it. She knew that coy childish flirting wasn’t her style. She didn’t want to fuck around with Eric if he wasn’t worth her time. If he was too much of a pussy to make a fucking move then forget it. Intimidation was fun up until a point, but she could only play so much before it got boring. |
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 09:35 PM Post #14 |
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“I prefer ‘direct’,” Eric retorted. Eric’s face kept its stone, though his body did shift back as Andreja removed the bench from between them. With a better look of her, there was no doubt she was hot, but she was also so obviously dangerous Eric suspected he’d lose his teeth just as quickly as he’d win a kiss. Seriously, she wasn’t that special. He’d lose nothing from walking away now. And yet, he had frozen himself in place. And then, she beckoned him closer. Eric needed to make his fight or flight decision, and yet he stayed on spot as she threatened him. If he did approach, God knows what she’d wind up doing. If he walked away, he’d probably hear some rude teasing before he slumped away unharmed. However, there as always the chance Andreja would not bite as hard as her bite promised. Eric frowned, rocking on his heels in indecision. “Alright then…” First, however, Eric tugged at a necklace around his neck. He removed the chain off, gripping the gem on the end in a way to hide it from Andreja. He slid the pendant into his pocket as he quivered and took a step closer to Andreja, and then another. Now, Eric was close enough for just about whatever she wanted to do. Of course, Eric’s heated blood would help insure any wrong move would be pre-empted by him. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 10:06 PM Post #15 |
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Yes. This was it. He had a stoic face but his body betrayed his true feelings. The shift back when she approached – it delighted her. It even showed up on his face in the frown as he shifted his weight. A poor shift. She could have struck at that moment, closed the distance and taken him down. He fiddled with something around his neck. What the fuck? Was it a cross or some shit? Andreja hoped so. The thought was even more delicious, a little Christian boy taking the cross of his neck for what – for support? Because he knew he what he was about to do was wrong? He was actually shaking as he stepped forward. But he did step forward. It would be so easy too; even if he dodged the first strike he couldn’t get away in time to avoid all of them. And then if he tried to retaliate, there would be that first blissful moment when he felt her pain. That moment – it was almost succulent, so sweet. Sometimes Andreja swore she could almost taste it, the sensory manifestation of her pain. All too easy. Then again, he hadn’t done anything to piss her off in the last few minutes and once she hit him, there was that one last delight and the game was over. Andreja had other plans for this one, at least for now. He was so close; he was larger than she was by a few inches and much more muscular than she’d expected. Andreja took a step forward as well, the last step to close the distance between their bodies. She was practically pressing against him, a fucking hint of what she might feel like. But she didn’t touch him, didn’t make contact yet. She let him wonder just a moment longer. Finally she set her hand on his bicep, almost stroking. The first point of contact between them. Electrifying. So easy to squeeze. It wouldn’t do much here but a squeeze and a well-aimed strike – her thumb traced over his arm and she imagined all the places she could poke and prod, all the ways in which she could hurt him. Then she closed the distance. Why bother with lips? What was the fucking point? Now there was the sensation of her body pressed against his, the space between them evaporated. His last chance to run was gone. Andreja leaned in to whisper in his ear, pushing more against him. Her teeth closed gently over his earlobe for just a moment, pressing very lightly into the soft flesh. She didn’t bite. Yet. “I’ll be direct,” she smirked, voice a low whisper. “You got a bed?” Edited by Opportunity Cost, Dec 7 2010, 10:09 PM.
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 10:39 PM Post #16 |
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Eric watched her carefully as he stepped closer, still cautious that she might just try to bite his ear off. Still, he wasn’t quite prepared for what happened next. At first, Eric was just about to pull away and retreat, until he felt the muscle of her body touch him. It surprised him, a little. She had quite the strong body. It paused him, enough time for her to suddenly close in him in his dumbstruck surprise, her head reaching over and pressing on his ear. Oh God, she really was going to eat his ear, huh? Eric breathed faster with her body plush against him, and bit himself against yelping when she touched his ear with her teeth. A woman was hugging against his body, nibbling his ear. A hot woman was nibbling on his ear, touching his arm. A hot, psychotic woman was rubbed against him, nibbling his ear, and asking him to sleep with her. The whole premise nearly reminded him of Yi, a nutcase of another variety and Eric’s full willingness to obey her out of fear. It seemed this case was no different, and just the same, the outcome would be no different. “It’s quite a nice bed, too.” Eric was too scared to move to reciprocate anything. At least, for now. As pleasant as it was to have Andreja touch his ear and feel her tight body against him, there’s was also the fear she was about to pull a Mike Tyson. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 11:04 PM Post #17 |
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Andreja pulled back, a grin on her face. She could feel the fear in his body but he hadn’t pulled away either. Did he know that it was far too late for that? She could almost feel how torn he was, between pressing closer and running. So fucking delightful. ----- Andreja rummaged through her coat, idly, finding the cigarettes. She lit one in Eric’s room, standing just a few feet from his bed. He'd seemed to enjoy it when she’d used one of the pairs of plastic cuffs to secure his hands to the headboard; kinky. He looked like he was going to pass out now; he’d been doing fine before, but apparently she’d found a real weak spot. Andreja blew out a long stream of smoke between her lips, satisfied in more ways than one. As an extra little bonus the smell would linger in his room for days. A last little game. Plus, she’d really been craving a cigarette. His clothes were strewn across the room. Hers had been as well before she’d gathered them back up. Even if she’d left him a hand they’d have been out of reach. Heh. Oops? No, just kidding. There was no accident about it. She made her way over to his pants first, checking the pockets. Wallet. Excellent. She tucked the cigarette into the corner of her mouth and flipped through it. She left the credit cards, but took all the money, sliding it into her pocket. It was even better than she’d hoped when she’d first seen his expensive clothes and shoes. Hopefully he’d finally pass out soon. Edited by Opportunity Cost, Mar 19 2011, 09:04 AM.
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| Falque | Dec 7 2010, 11:30 PM Post #18 |
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Eric was lying down in his bed, clothes unsurprisingly stripped off of him and well out of his reach. Even if he had one hand free from the cuffs of the headboard, they were still out of reach. As it was now, though, Eric could only lie where was, panting and moaning after a rather kinky indulgence left him unable move. Especially since his pendant had accidentally been kicked a little out of reach, Eric was at the mercy of his increasing headache. Fortunately, he was starting to catch his breath and slow down after one hell of an event. Andreja was already up and changing her clothes, leaving Eric cuffed to the bed and completely helpless. He scowled as Andreja lit up a cigarette, obviously intending to piss him off…and yet, it was strangely arousing in itself. However, then she started to rummage into his wallet, pulling out a large sum of cash. Okay, she wasn’t going to…oh God, she was! Smoking was tolerable, but she was blatantly robbing him! “H-hey, what do you think…er…” Christ, what was he gonna do about it, anyways? He was at her mercy. Resigning to her theft, Eric tried to call out to her again, “Could you at least take off these cuffs? I'll even let you off the money...” Eric, both tired and continuing to tire, wasn’t really able to keep a straight face anymore, an expression weak plea towards Andreja in hopes she had some modicum of passion. As amazing as the past while was, Eric was starting to grow agitated. Edited by Falque, Dec 7 2010, 11:32 PM.
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| Opportunity Cost | Dec 7 2010, 11:49 PM Post #19 |
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Blah blah blah. All Andreja heard were annoying, childish whining noises. She glanced over at Eric, eyes flicking up and down his body. Her gaze lingered on the cuffs for a moment, examining them. She walked back over to the bed, her boots already on again. She exhaled a puff of smoke just above him, not quite in his face, but close, very close. She stuck the cigarette back in her mouth and reached for his hands, leaning over him, although out of reach. She examined his wrists, carelessly turning his hands over. She knew from experience that the motion would make the plastic bite into his wrists, just a hint of pain. She toyed with him. She knew he thought she might undo the cuffs and she deliberately let him wallow in that belief, however briefly. He had been fun, and she even saw herself potentially doing this again some time. Of course, the fact that she’d just robbed him probably meant it wouldn’t happen, but one never knew. Then there was a sudden shift from the almost caress of his skin a moment ago. Andreja undid his very expensive watch and took it off his wrist, sliding it into her other pocket and smirking down at him. “Now you don’t like the cuffs anymore? That’s very confusing for me,” she patted his wrists and left him there, still secured to the bed. She pulled her coat on, running her fingers through her hair, and glanced around the room, making sure there was nothing else she wanted to take. There was the necklace – but it hadn’t been in his pants. Eh, fuck it. It was probably just some tiny gold cross, and there was really no point in bothering to sell it, especially with how much else she’d gotten. “Bye Eric,” Andreja did bother with the farewell, smirking over at him as she left. She shut the door to his room solidly behind her. She didn’t lock it; why bother? |
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| Falque | Dec 8 2010, 12:12 AM Post #20 |
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As dim of a hope as his pleas were, they were still the last hope he had. Unfortunately, Andreja was completely deaf to his calls as she instead decided to tease him as she stole the watch right off of his wrist. Yes, he did like the handcuffs. Not anymore. He very nearly whimpered to her as she left the dorm, leaving Eric still strapped to the bed naked, with effectively no one to know where he was. Eric struggled against his bonds, but after what seemed like hours of effort, there was no progress. Trapped. And then he realized. He was trapped. Eric yelled for help, desperately calling out for someone to hear, but the room was unfortunately sound-proofed. Trapped. No, he needed to get out. Panic set in, and Eric didn’t have his pendant on to stop him from freaking out. It wasn’t long after his initial struggle before his mind went into shutdown, unable to save him with even his berserker spirit. Eric couldn’t see a time. He woke up, but how long he had collapsed for was beyond his knowledge. This wasn’t fun anymore…not even close. He started to cry. No one was here to help him. He was going to die alone, starving at his bed because of his own stupid libido and terrible understanding of bondage safety. When he was found, he’d be the laughing stock of the school. Of the world. He’d be number XXX on 1000 Ways to Die. It seemed like a rather silly situation if it weren’t for the fact he was the one in the predicament. God only knows how much time passed, but Eric could already feel the weakness of his body and mind take hold. He was going to die. He really was going to die, cuffed to his bed butt naked. There was no crying anymore, his eyes had long dried. What time was it? Where was a window? The sunlight? Eric was terrified, yet terror forced another collapse from his power. He woke up. No one. He was alone…dying... This was it… He didn’t even…Vera… I’m so sorry…I was just… An idiot… |
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| Falque | Dec 8 2010, 01:17 AM Post #21 |
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“E-ERIC!!!???” “…Délise? N-no, please-…” “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!” “…Ah, Jesus.” Délise had exited the norm nearly as abruptly as she tried to enter. She couldn’t even comprehend half of what she saw in there. The…the cuffs..and Eric’s…why was he… Délise was familiar with naked male bodies, or rather, a certain person’s…but seeing Eric like that was the last thing she wanted to see in life. She saw her own brother tied up naked. Not a good way to end the day. “Délise…please…help me.” After minutes of hesitance, Délise braved inside his dorm, averting her eyes…or at least trying to…from the centerpiece of Eric’s bedroom. She wasn’t all that successful, though. “Wh-What happened?” “Worst…actually…just get me loose, please.” “…Where’s your watch?” “Please, if this isn’t awkward enough…what day is it?” “December seventh…evening.” “…Oh.” “What is it?” “Never mind…” |
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