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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 17:35:50 GMT -8
Heat?
Why was he feeling heat?
He looked at her as she jumped to kick.
Punch for the ribs?
It would never even make it.
As the feet came for his head, he grabbed the ankle with the arm he had intended to punch her through the wall with. The left hand easily wrapped around the small ankle. He once again used the added momentum of the run to spin her around, slamming her clean through the wall once more. The building shook with the force, rubble scattering from the hole her body had just made, dust thrown into the air.
He paused before entering, fully expecting her to be unconscious. His mind was distracted by the feel of her neck, her soft voice startled at the unexpected intrusion of her body. Her thigh, warm, soft skin. Her little gasp, and silence. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He couldn't get that out of his head. He enjoyed it. Not the whole "do it without the permission" thing, but the act of doing it period, of her sort of...welcoming it. Wanting it but not.
He stepped through the hole, trying to focus.
Black panties, a little lace.
He froze.
Her dress was thrown up enough for him to get a full-fledged view of her underwear.
He had no clue what to do.
Did he dare touch her?
'Look away, you pervert!'
He turned furiously red, and then turned away, glancing one more time before stepping back out the hole she had come through.
It wouldn't do having her know what he had seen.
He leaned against the tree, and tried to regain his composure as he waited for her to exit once more.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 18:08:31 GMT -8
Emily had just been thrown through the wall, and she hit her head pretty hard. Obviously, since it started to bleed and soak her clothing. She was more or less conscious as she laid there and noticed how he was looking at her with a little blush on his face. Her legs moved a little bit as a mental smirk formed on her head. It was time to take a page out of Bastille's book. She groaned audibly, her body shifting in pain before she took the strength to stand up again. Her vest was more or less soaked in blood, as well as the dress that was under it. It added to the weight, and so as Emily made her way outside to again attempt to fight this... pervert--- *Ziiiiiiiiip*Yes, Emily had taken off her blood-soaked vest. Why, it now left her in that pretty yellow, and blood damped dress, clinging to her body deviously. Her face was more or less exhibiting signs of lightheadedness, most likely mistaken as a mere... sexy look. She walked towards him, her hips swaying as she did. Her hair was more or less messed up, but it was in a good manner that could be... pretty thought provoking. Emily would pause once she was right in front of him and smile slyly, somewhat out of character -- no. This was one side of Emily she had never shown to anyone, yet. The fact that she had stopped taking those pills--- She'd lean against him with her hands at his abdomen, her green eyes meeting his red ones. Soft hands would trail upward, to his neck where she'd wrap them around him and lean further-- why, this was dangerous, considering just how much ... it could expose with her vest gone. Emily breathed lightly against his neck, before she grazed her teeth at his earlobe. Heh, two can play the seduction game. "You won this time, ... David." she said rather softly onto his ears, pausing before -- "... or maybe not~."Her arms would quickly retract itself, and quickly used his 'distraction' against him, as she slapped both of his temples simultaneously with her metal fans before flipping off to where her vest fell: the provoking expression never left her face. Ah, half-assed. I'm sorry.  |
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 18:23:41 GMT -8
David had only just leaned against the tree, his thoughts trying to force the image of her body laying there, of her...sprawled and groaning out of his head when she emerged. Damn Teenage years. He looked over, prepared to help her when his mouth opened just a bit in shock . She looked as though she had suddenly grown immensely in the chest, and her dress was down more than enough for him to see ample parts of her chest. She had more than enough to give him pause.
It was what she did next that caused him to stiffen.
She pressed her body against his, gently but firmly, her breast pressing just a little to his upper stomach, her hands on his lower abdomen. His eyebrows drew down, trying to make headway through the confusion of his thoughts and his body. Her hands found his head and neck, her mouth his earlobe, and he inhaled sharply at the touch. His whole body was tight and stiff. He couldnt let this happen. He forced his way through the testosterone, mind sharply picking up the movement of her hands, not hearing the words that were spoken.
As her hands came up, he grabbed them both at the forearms, preventing them from slamming into his head as well as well as kept her from attempting to jump back. He pulled the arms down, a sly smile on his face.
"Well well, getting a little fire, are we? I don't know what exactly your trying to prove-"
He leaned down and kissed her softly, biting the bottom lip lightly and pulling gently and sensually. His face was close to hers.
"-But it wont work. Sorry beautiful, I'm neither interested in having this, or having you. My purpose is to help you get better. If you want to have fun in the meantime, you go ahead and try, but you're only gonna get it back tenfold, okay darlin'?"
He released her, allowing her to flip away or do as she wanted.
The part about being interested in having her? It was a lie. He had fully been affected by her. He just didn't let it show, his mind swirling with mixed feelings on the matter, his exterior portraying nothing but a calm individual here to fight.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 18:48:13 GMT -8
Emily's smile didn't leave when he caught her arms. Well, inwardly she was frowning at the turn of events. Damn, he had more control than she thought -- either that or he had experience with those kind of things already, not surprising.
"Well well, getting a little fire, are we? I don't know what exactly your trying to prove-" ... and he kissed her. Softly. "-But it wont work. Sorry beautiful, I'm neither interested in having this, or having you. My purpose is to help you get better. If you want to have fun in the meantime, you go a---" Eh, not that she didn't like it -- but, Emily knew who her feelings belonged to. She didn't bother listening any further as she used his stronger grip against him and pulled herself up, using her lightness to pull her legs up to kick him on the stomach mid-sentence.
She did flip back as she earlier planned, but she maintained that coy grin -- "Fufufu~ I know very well that you want me." she said, walking closer. "Look at you, breathing so hard... kissing me, even. Stop trying to sound calm and cool, you pervert."
Emily's eyesight slowly blurred, "You won this time, for real. But don't think I've not won something today...---"
Yes. She well flat onto the floor, her dress completely soaked.
Semi-conscious at most.
But her face was smiling.
"I got you."
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 18:59:56 GMT -8
The kick would land, his tightened muscles taking most of the damage. He let out an "oof", but then laughed as she landed. She really was something. He walked over, crouching down next to her as she lost consciousness.
"Youve won nothing today. Face that, and when you do, youll learn to accept yourself and your limitations."
Now THAT part was true.
She didn't have him, in any sense of the word. He was attracted to her, yes, but he had nothing more than that. Even then, it was only a physical attraction, and slight compared to what was possible. So she got him a little bothered. So what. Didn't mean he was some sick puppy on a leash. Her thoughts must have been mixed to really believe that.
David Blaze belonged to nobody but David Blaze.
He stood, turning to leave as she lay there. He stopped. He turned back to her body, now that she was out cold, and looked around. People were staring, and he noticed a few people he didn't like looking over at him hatefully.
He growled to himself.
Walking back over to her, he scooped her up gently, holding her light frame as he made his way to his car. He set her in his backseat, driving a mile or two to his house. He got out, picked her up again, then headed inside. He went upstairs, laying her under the covers of his king-sized bed. He lived in a mansion, and damn secure one too. Body guards, guard dogs, camera's. They were all here, on over thirty acres of land that spread out around him.
It was good to have money.
He went downstairs, a sigh coming to his lips as he turned on the news.
'Why me...' he thought to himself, before sitting on the couch and taking a light nap.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 19:12:44 GMT -8
Now, Emily woke up around 4 hours later -- More or less feeling better.
Yeah, she had lost to the Varsity Captain. It wasn't unexpected, but she was more or less willing to give up her title if he so ever told her again she didn't deserve it.
She won something, but what the other narrator thought wrongly.
She didn't win because she was able to seduce him. Not at all, it was superficial.
She won in a manner that she was able to prove to herself something, that she CAN deal at least some damage to someone more powerful than herself. Well, she needed more exposure and was more or less willing to go through all of that trouble again and losing every time.
Why?
Emily was a hard worker, and she knew that it was impossible for her to stay weak.
Just they wait and see.
But now, the problem was...
Where the heck was she?
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 19:34:18 GMT -8
David awoke, sitting up and looking around. It was nearly dark, and he had totally dozed for hours. He stretched, then headed upstairs to check on the girl. He leaned against the door, staring at her as she sat up. She was damaged, to be sure, and so was he, but it was worth it, and most of it was accepted punishment on his part in order to teach her to look for a hole in the defense of someone, to break people who could otherwise break her. He flipped on the light, and spoke in a mocking tone.
"Oh look, the pervert brought you to his house and placed you in his bed, fully dressed. Imagine that. It must have taken a WORLD of self control for him to do that."
His face held a taunting grin, before he pointed in to the shower with his thumb.
"Youve got blood all over you. You should probably clean yourself up before i take you home. I know how unomfortable it makes you to be around people who try and molest you all the time."
Oh yes, the comments of him being a Perv were finally taking their effect. He was more than a little agitated at her claims.
David Blaze was no pervert.
He left her in the bed as he exited the room, heading into the hall bathroom to take a shower of his own.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 20:08:12 GMT -8
"Oh look, the pervert brought you to his house and placed you in his bed, fully dressed. Imagine that. It must have taken a WORLD of self control for him to do that."
Emily blinked. Huh? What happened?
"W-wait, what?" She asked, frowning.
"Youve got blood all over you. You should probably clean yourself up before i take you home. I know how unomfortable it makes you to be around people who try and molest you all the time."
Her eyes twitched. Okay, last she remembered things vividly was that hit on the wall...
-- don't tell me, she--
She shook her head. No, Kari wouldn't do that. She slid off the bed and took off without a word to the bathroom. Emily was pretty much in deep thought... she didn't even notice that everything around here was expensive, nor did she bother to.
She just sat there, on the bathtub as the shower filled with redish liquid. Slight regret for her decision to become a pillar rushed into her head.
Emily knew what was coming -- she could see it. She had enough foresight to know what she was more or less going down, yet again, for the umpteenth time in her life. It was nothing significant and unusual for her, so she didn't bother worrying further.
It was a long bath, and Em thought about all the water she ended up wasting. Eh, but what to wear?
... She searched through the closets, quickly finding an oversized black shirt. She was smart enough not to choose white ones -- the reason why would be obvious.
She headed back to the bed, rubbing her hair with a towel gently to dry it.
Still in deep thought.
Calculating.
Visualizing.
... hoping.
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 20:24:48 GMT -8
David, on the other hand, took a quick shower.
He headed into his room, hearing the light lapping of water from the girl inside. He let the towel drop, slipping on some black briefs As she came out, silently, he wouldn't even see her, his muscular and slightly burned back facing her. He would, unless she spoke, throw on a pair of blue jeans, tight with a belt.
He would turn around, shirtless, eyes on the girl who seemed to just appear in front of him.
He stared for a moment, not speaking.
Then his voice rang out.
"I'm sorry, i wouldn't want you to see me like this and have another of your little excursions into my anatomy"
His voice was cold. He hadn't appreciated her trying to "seduce" him after he had tried helping her. What was wrong with her? He didn't think of himself as attractive, though almost every girl he spoke to said he had a flawless frame and face. Then again, every guy said he was ugly too. He glared for a moment, then walked over to his dresser, pulling out a white Sleeveless shirt and throwing it over his frame, white hair hanging do well over his eyes, piercing red coming out from underneath as though a light was within.
"I hope thats better. Maybe now you wont feel the need to make me "get the same treatment" as i gave you."
He folded his arms across his chest as he glared.
He still had no clue she was completely naked under the shirt, nothing on the top, or the bottom.
Not good.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 20:37:30 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, i wouldn't want you to see me like this and have another of your little excursions into my anatomy" It was only then that she broke from her trail of thought and turned to look at him. He was barely clothed, and Emily just blinked before looking blankly forward again.
This hollow, empty feeling.
Like a lost purpose...
More or less back, to the way she has been when she first came to Public High School #259...
--- before she started dreaming. Before she started wanting to become 'someone' instead of 'something'.
She didn't even talk back.
All she did was rub her hair, and stare forward -- thinking more and more. Her thoughts slowly began to consume her once again, as it usually did.
More or less, she was busy thinking. Too busy to even bother that there was a boy in the same room with her.
It felt too empty to care.
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 20:43:53 GMT -8
His glare faltered for a moment at the blank look on her face.
This was new.
He'd never seen her just...blank, before.
His arms fell to his sides limply, a small, small measure of concern crossing his eyes, though his face simply went stoic.
"Are you okay?"
His voice held a little sense of care, like he was almost ready to embrace her but also like he didn't really care. He was a little shocked at this sudden face of unceasless...emptiness. Almost like he never existed, as if she was just there, by herself, always. He was an excellent judge of character, and could see through almost any face or action. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know, but his head was sort of digging up his blunter half, his more forward half.
He wondered.
He watched.
He waited.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 20:56:11 GMT -8
"Are you okay?" Emily's eyes traced itself back to the Varsity Captain. A face showing neither happiness, contentment or loss. It was empty -- more like an expression that sucked up whatever happiness was around and locking it somewhere hidden.
Like a void.
Her green eyes stood out more this way, though Emily didn't probably think it was anything significant.
A lot of people had told her that she was pretty, cute, ... and according to this guy, beautiful. However, Emily thought differently. She didn't see herself as a person who had a lot to be proud of, and so kept her own comments about such things to herself.
She didn't know the standard that separated beauty from ugliness.
"I... don't know."
Like a girl who more or less didn't know herself, she was truly vulnerable. She knew she was weak, and she continues to force herself into positions requiring such a requirement of strength.
He was right. She did fool the captiain.
... and most of all, fooled herself.
What was she to do now? Give up?
No.
She didn't like giving up. Emily had always been hopeful. Hopeful to find purpose in herself, to find worth.
Being Head of the School Newspaper didn't matter, really. She could've lived her life better knowing she wasn't one-- But it gave her purpose.
Being in Militia didn't matter either -- but "Unfettered" offered her a purpose.
A sense of self-worth.
The thing that wanted her to become better, to improve, to risk her own life knowing that at the end of the road she would be a better, more suitable person for whatever job she had to take.
... but no.
She supposed, she wasn't there just yet.
Her green eyes would continue to look at the fellow pillar, albeit just as empty, still...
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 21:16:39 GMT -8
He recognized that face.
The voice.
The look in the eyes.
The same ones she had.
The girl at 809.
A flash of memory, he almost saw her standing there, but before he could snatch it and hold it, she was gone.
David dropped the facade for a moment, stepping forward and placing a hand on her chin to turn her eyes up to his, the burning passion for his love of life obvious there, something which he always kept hidden no matter what.
He slid his hand to her cheek and spoke.
"I see it know. That dull nothingness in your soul. Don't let it consume you. You only become nothing when all those around you stop caring, and you yourself stop believing in the good of life. Keep your chin up Pretty eyes, and don't let anyone or anything drag you down to that empty well of self-loathing. I know all too well what its like there."
He released her chin, walking over to the door. Quick as that, the old David buried deep within snuffed out, and he turned around to speak again.
"Besides, you can't just ignore that little stunt you pulled earlier. Me and you are gonna have a nice long chat about that." He felt a little sorry for her, like he should say or do more, his eyes looking to the back of her head. He sighed and turned to the stairs.
"Come down when your ready for some dinner before we leave."
With that, he headed downstairs, thoughts just realizing how damp her body was, and still he saw no outline of undergarments through the shirt.
He shook his head.
He must be imagining things.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 22:05:37 GMT -8
He pulled her chin to face him, and his hand went to her cheek.
It was warm...
"I see it know. That dull nothingness in your soul. Don't let it consume you. You only become nothing when all those around you stop caring, and you yourself stop believing in the good of life. Keep your chin up Pretty eyes, and don't let anyone or anything drag you down to that empty well of self-loathing. I know all too well what its like there."
No. It wasn't that empty.
It was filled with only one thing: Hope. The only thing she had left for herself.
Kindness? Generosity? No, they were only masks to attract the things that more or less filled that empty space-- but no.
Emily knew there were people who cared about her, and firmly knew that there was good in everything. Though, she couldn't say the same thing about herself. But nevertheless, hopeful.
Self-loathing...
Heh. He read her well.
She'd watch him, as he headed for the door. "Besides, you can't just ignore that little stunt you pulled earlier. Me and you are gonna have a nice long chat about that." he said before sighing, "Come down when your ready for some dinner before we leave."
... Well, it didn't take a while. Emily had to look for a decent comb to straighten out her hair for a little while before heading out of the room. Her hair flowed rather beautifully now that it was dry, like a white piece of silk.
The maids more or less took her dirty clothes from her and lead her downstairs, and were mostly convincing her to wear something more appropriate.
Yeah, the fact that she was wearing just an oversized t-shirt more or less exposed quite a bit of her legs. Emily actually felt quite comfortable, so she declined. Besides, she was more or less dressing up the same way when she was at home.
Difference is, she was somewhere else, on someone else's home-- no, mansion.
She's slowly digest everything in, mostly eying the art pieces hanging on the walls. Emily tilted her head lightly to the right as she looked at one specific painting of a sunflower. It looked so serene from afar, but as Emily went closer, it more or less showed violent brushstrokes. Pained. Sorrowful ones.
It was fascinating.
So fascinating, she forgot that she was supposed to meet David for dinner.
Where was she now, anyway?
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 22:16:42 GMT -8
One of his guards came rushing over to him, fifteen minutes after he had invited Emily to Dinner. He stood like he was at attention: Davids guards were trained not to fuck with him. He smiled at the man.
"What can i do for you Atton?"
{"Sir, the girl, she's wandering down the west hall, headed for...well, for the foundry, sir."}
David's eyebrows shot through the roof.
How the hell had she gotten that far? His mansion had one hundred and twelve rooms, and she had to head in the direction of the one that was off limits to everyone. He stood in a rush, taking the stairs two at a time as he made his way toward the foundry.
That was his Past, his present, and his future.
That room held his soul.
NOBODY sets foot in the foundry but him.
Lets hope she doesn't find the key.
Why did he hide it in the vase?
Shoulda just kept it around his neck.
He raced as fast as he could, hoping he wasn't too late.
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