That know how to take, take care of me. (open)

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: This thread is OPEN.




The shadow of a black Nissan 350Z came to a roaring halt, gliding gently into place, parallel parking gracefully within the confined space. And it was the form of a young female who would come from this vehicle, one black heeled boot pressing against the ground, soon fallowed by another. The female would let her body exit the vehicle, letting the door shut behind her, keys dangling from the keyring as she'd let it spin about her index finger.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

Said an older man, who now was shutting the door of the passenger side of the car. It was the young Jenna Scorn who would turn on her heels, looking back at her uncle, lowering black shades to catch his eyes. A simple smirk, and with a flick of her wrist the keys had been tossed to the man, and he caught them with one hand, a smirk forming on his lips.

"When do you want me to pick you up?"

She stood before him, brushing strands of blond hair from her face, a chunk of crimson dangling in her face as she'd look to the side, pressing her black shades over her eyes to shelter them from the sun.

"I'll call you."

He shook his head, making his way to the driver's side. his form entering the car, and starting it up before driving off on his way. Heading back to the Katashi Manor, where he'd await for his niece's arrival.

And as the car would jet out into the streets the form of the girl would turn, one heel before the other.

It was a brand new day.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was roaming the streets in search of something, something he needed he had no idea what it was but something had drawn him to the scene in search of who knows what but he would know when he saw it.
he trudged about the street in a graceful manner, wearing his dark clothes as usual. Eyes always wathcing. Everything.

[Jenna Scorn]

A pair of large black shades shielded the blue eyes of the young female, blond strands of hair falling down the small of her back as she'd continue to make her way through the crowed. Her shoulders were bare, a black tank top hugging her form, a chain dangling from her pants, a pair of black pants fitting snugly on her hips. A pair of large, thick black boots buckled about her legs, and ended at her knee's.

Her tongue flicked against her glossed lips, her hand would rise, a digit flicking away a strand of crimson from her face as she'd make her way through the crowed, coming near a fountain outside a store. She paused, looking to the side.

Jenna had expected to see someone, no one in particular...but maybe someone she knew. but sadly, there were no familiar faces here to greet her. she'd smirk to herself, she'd figure as much.


"Hilarious."

She'd say softly, reaching into her pocket and flipping out her cell phone. She turned again, heading back the way she came, her eyes pressed against her cell phone, making it particularly easy to bump into anyone heading her way, considering she wasn't paying attention.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Face it, your lost!" Gabriel was saying to himself as a nearby crowd was headed his way.
Great, came here for something indeed,just to get lost.
Gabriel flipped his hair so that the tips of them strung over his right emerald eye.
the crowd continued to march with stabble vigor, like an army off to war, he'd be dammed if he didn't go straight for the heart of it,

Most of the crowd parted, because of the fact that he wasn't exactly a small man, but inevitably he crashed into someone dead on.
once he'd regained consciousness of where he was Gabriel looked up to see a quite beautiful blonde women before him.
"pardon me, I wasn't quite looking where I was going." he said with an apoligetic gesture presenting his hand for help. His French accent tipping each end of his words.

[Jenna Scorn]

Her tongue flicked against her lower lip, letting it drag across her glossed lips. Eyes falling down onto her cell phone, a cute black bat dangled from her cell phone, and would gently sway from side to side as she made her way through the crowed. Neatly, manicured black nails jabbed at the buttons of her phone, the text message coming to an abrupt halt as her cell phone slipped from her hand as her body would crash into another's.

She'd fall back wards, her black shades slipping from her face and falling not far away. she was sprawled across the cemented ground, strands of blond and red hair framed her face failing about her body. Eyes flicked open, her body slowly rising. Her right hand pressed against the back of her head.

"Ouch!"

Looking up suddenly, eyes narrowing on the brute that stood before her. she shook her head, strands of hair falling into her face, a bit tasseled by the sudden impact.

"Who do you think you are?"

"pardon me, I wasn't quite looking where I was going."

Body stirring, lifting herself from the ground. Reaching for her cell phone, dusting off the screen, flashing an angry glare to the boy beside her.


"Where are my glasses?"

she'd snap, turning on her heels as she'd look for sunglasses.

[Gabriel Seran]

She ignored the hand p and seemed to be searching around frantically for something, odd how he too was in search of something.

"Where are my glasses?" she said

Gabriel caught sight of them and held them out gracefully to her with the tips of his fingers,
"here ma belle" He'd say enunciating in his Native tongue. "Again I apologize for this nasty disruption"
He stood full height and gazed over each of her features.

[Jenna Scorn]

"here ma belle"

She'd scowl, letting a heel scuff against the ground as she'd snatch the glasses from his hands. Yanking them up into her hand, grabbing at the bottom of her tank top to dust off her glasses, soon enough pushing them back upon her face, to shield her eyes from the sun.

She stood fully now, letting her hands pat at her body, dusting flakes of dirt from her body. Letting her fingers smooth over the black fabric of her shirt.


"Again I apologize for this nasty disruption"

"Apologi-"

She looked up for a moment, her mouth opening to speak, but she took notic of him. the way his eyes wavered over her body, the way he looked at her. Her mouth closed tightly, thin brows narrowing on him.

"Not yet you don't!"

She stepped to wards him, clearing the space between the two of them, her hand curled into a fist. Right arm raised, aiming to land a punch right in the kisser. She took a step back almost at once, expecting if her punch were to hit, the boy would either grab his jaw in pain, or strike back.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Not yet you don't!" she said as she caught his eyes
a fist reared into his face.

*Smack*

Gabriel wasn't quite expecting that.
his long gentle fingers rose up to his chin where he'd taken the jab,
"Ow, quite a fiery spirit you've got." he said as he rubbed his chin admirably.
he had no intention of striking back, she'd have every right to stricking him, for what he would've done to her if he'd stared much longer, lost to lust.
he lifted his hand gracefully to wipe his brow and clear the locke of hair which covered his eyes.
"on aussi beau que toi mérite mieux que moi" he babbled off in french at an attempt at making up for his lacklusted stare.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Ow, quite a fiery spirit you've got."

She stood back, strands of hair falling in her face as she watched him. an arm raising to softly rub at his jawline, her small chest heaving as she glared at him.

Would he strike back?

She stood before him, watching him carefully as the crowed of people around the two of them would clear out. Her right hand clenched, and un clenched, shaking her fist for a moment, shifting her weight from one side to the other.

So whats it gonna be?

Would he fight back?

Or would he-


"on aussi beau que toi mérite mieux que moi"

her head tilted to the side, her lips curling up wards into a cowl as she listened to him.

"Speak English you little bitch!"

She took a threatening step to wards him.

"What? what are you saying?!?!?!?!"

[Gabriel Seran]

"Speak English you little bitch!"

She took a threatening step to wards him.

"What? what are you saying?!?!?!?!" she commanded

"hmmm it seems as the niceties aren't getting through to her he thought to himself
holding his ground as she advanced upon him.
Gabriel held a steady hand up as to make her halt her advance.
"it seems as if there is a communication problem here, i have no intention of harming you ma belle, unless that is what you wish of me?" he said with a clever glance.
hoping to avoid a conflict he turned his back to her leaving a hand out to his side beckoning her to lead ahead.

[Jenna Scorn]

"it seems as if there is a communication problem here...."

"Ya think?"

She would thrust a hand in his direction. Her lips moving, brows narrowing on the odd creature before her. He was weird, and highly irritating her.

"Your fucking speaking a different language! Of course there is a communication problem. Fucking speak English!!!"

She shook her head, one hand resting on her hip. Her foot shifted her weight to the other. she looked to the side, using her free hand to flip open her cell phone, and with a flick of her wrist she was bringing it to her ear.

"i have no intention of harming you ma belle, unless that is what you wish of me?"

Her head cocked in his direction. a few strands fell in her face, a look of disgust on her face as she'd continue to walk past him, almost in a huff.

"Fucking freak."

Jenna's legs carried her back the way she had come, pressing her cell phone to her ear.

"Ya, I'm ready to go home...."

And with that she'd shut her cell phone, letting it fall to the depths of her pocket.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Fucking freak."
with that Gabriel was taken aback clearly offended, was tunned in his tracks.
his usual graceful poise was shattered and he hunched to the side a bit uncomfortable watching her tuck tail and pull away from him.
now the question was for him to pursue, or stand around dumbstruck like an idiot.
both where necasarily deathtraps for him seeing as she had completely backfired each of his advances.
"not too very tactful today are we?" the voices murmered in Gabriel's mind.
finding himself in a shocked state, he had to attempt to rouse his paralyzed body and the only motion he could pursue is the act of moving forward. He was fumbling about, not his normal self trying to catch up to this woman who had stared him down and not only assaulted him but verbally abused him, however somewhere deep inside he was afraid that rather than dissuading his pursuit of her only emboldened his actions.

"Excuse Me!" he would say in the tongue she had so aptly reminded him to use as he reached for her arm "I'd like an apology, jeune belle"
the French somewhat slipped out at the end there having no specific meaning other than a dereogatory and complementing statement

[Jenna Scorn]

She stayed true to herself, letting those legs carry her to wards the road, passing people here and there as they went. But she could hear the familiar footsteps of this man, this boy who was making his way to wards her. Her tongue flicked against her lower lip, brows narrowing. Glasses shielded those blue eyes, obviously annoyed.

"Excuse Me!"

She kept walking, not even bother to look at him as those feet continued to scrape against the hard ground. Strands of blond hair framed her pretty little face, strands falling down the small of her back.

"What do you want."

Quick and easy. The words had spilled from her mouth as she went on, not even bothering to look at him.

"I'd like an apology, jeune belle"

She stopped.

Her whole body would cease to move. she stood still, alone, strands of hair falling into her face from the sudden movement. She swallowed, her tongue pressing against her lower lip. finally she turned on her heels, letting a hand raise up to pull down her shades a bit, to reveal blue eyes as she looked to him.

"Oh, excuse me."

Her feet made way to wards him. Clearing the space between the two of them. She was close, letting her free hand reach out, a finger softly pressing against his chin as she'd lean, almost as if to kiss him.

"That was rather rude of me."

A soft smile, and a little giggle as sent into his ear.

"I apologies."

A smirk.

Sending a knee into his groin.

"For not doing that sooner."

She had hoped he wouldn't block it, after all he shouldn't have been expecting it. And as she'd smiled, strands of hair falling in her face. She expected to see him doubling over, and if he did so she'd give a gentle grin before turning on her heels but if he wouldn't and decided to finally attack her, she'd be waiting.

[Gabriel Seran]

(OCC: OUCH, your rly giving ma guy a hard time arn't you? getting his ass kicked.)

IC:
as she leaned in to say into his ear close enough for the gentleness of a kiss, he found her presence very intimidating yet strangly comforting the giggle she made as her words escaped her perfect lips made his mind play games with his body, making him go tense.

"I apologies."

a searing pain shot up from his groin affecting every nerve in his body, the last gasp of air before he was sent hurdling to the ground to writhe in agony. he looked up and noticed her grin.

"For not doing that sooner." she finished.

It was hard for him to keep focus at this point considering the fact that he was in the most extreme pain since who knows how long, but he noticed the strands of blonde flutter gently over her face and an ominous smile portrude from her lips.

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: If he didn't like it he could leave :3





Jenna had meant to turn on her heels, to leave the young-ling behind, but it was the action of him falling to the ground, falling to the ground because she had made him. She stared down at him, her right cheek twitched, lip suddenly curling up wards into a smirk.

He was in pain, pure agony. Tilting her head to the side, a tongue flicking against her lower lip. She watched him, writhe. She'd swallow, almost nervous by this sudden overwhelming pleasure that had befallen upon her.

She took a step to wards him, one black boot before the other, falling heavily against the cement. She was cautious, her head tilted to the side, strands of blond hair falling around her face, a chunk of crimson fell over her right eye, and as she'd cock her head it would fall to the side.

The way he was.
Laying there on the ground.

Her right foot would kick at him, to roll him upon his back. Not too hard, but threatening enough.


If he didn't roll onto his back she'd give another kick, fallowed by another, and another...

And if he did roll onto his back like she had silently demanded, she'd lift her leg, positioning it over his junk, where she'd begin to slowly apply pressure with that thick heavy boot, a smile curling upon her lips.

"Yes.....crawl..."

A soft whisper fell from her lips.

"My little Caterpillar."