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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 15, 2009 0:21:55 GMT -8
Stupid bets where her specialty. Risk everything...wasn’t that how life worked? She knew he had seen her hand and the bag of home made cookies on the table. But it was rather awkward for to half to enter now. Besides she was trying to think over Leons comment. Don’t go to school…oh she would be there…If only to observe the unfolding of events. Her and Homi both…she wouldn’t miss this just because someone told her too. She was passed that all.
“You left, our agreement was terminated when you didn’t send me word you would be returning…I refuse to follow your orders now, but the drink I will take” she said snatching the glass and taking a sip of it and plopping herself on the empty bed next to his. She crossed one leg over the other and ignored the girl to her left completely. Well except for the once over she gave her and the small nod of an acknowledgement.
“cookies, next time Blaze and you should fight somewhere where I don’t have to call the cops to get a decent study period in” she exclaimed pointing at the cookie bag. That was a bluff, she hadn’t called the cops…but she did know who had. However she rather say she did it…more fun.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 16, 2009 22:51:55 GMT -8
Mathew just rolled his eyes at the girl, some things never changed sadly. He didn't take her threat to heart, it wasn't like she ever really followed his orders, still as far as he was concerned the deal stood. It stood until he released her, if he vanished for twenty years and showed up, well it would still be good in his eyes.
"Wrong you are. That's like saying you missed school and didn't call me, deal is off. Absence has nothing to do with it. I have not released you, and thus the deal stands. Look at Adrian, even that prissy bitch keeps his word. I had at least thought you were as good as he was."
Mathew said laughing as Bastille took the drink from him. She was far to naive still. It was amusing how she seemed to think she sounded tough, throwing in needing to study and calling the cops. He didn't care if she was the one to call the cops or not, he had what he wanted, and that was all that mattered.
"So I suggest you just grit your teeth and be a good girl before I have Linda here punish you. Trust me, you don't want Linda to punish you." He said with a knowing smile. Mathew was tough, but no one was harder on a pretty girl, then another girl.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 16, 2009 23:12:31 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes raised her lips turning up in a smirk.
“never”
She then drank the rest of the glass and set it down. She had no intention of disobeying orders if he gave them. She really was just playing for old times sake. She had no need to disobey now…hell he could ask her to jump off a cliff and shed probably do it. She turned to eye the other girl again. So her name was Linda…she looked like another Dragon. Bastilles eyes returned to her glass falling silent allowing the others to talk while she enjoyed looking into the empty crystal. Her lips formed a frown and she continued to swish the glass as if there was still some in there though there wasn’t.
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Post by Linda Osako on Feb 16, 2009 23:41:56 GMT -8
Linda smiled when she heard Mathew reference her. She wouldn't mind at all giving this girl a beating if she had decided to defect from the Earth Dragon's services. Oh no no no, that just would not do.
"So is there a problem then... Sweetie?" Linda would ask the girl with a smug look on her face, slightly tilting down her glasses.
She wanted this girl to know just who she was dealing with. Linda and Mathew were not feared for nothing, and respect was not given to them, it had been earned. Linda put down her glass and leaned against the table waiting for the girls response.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 17, 2009 23:12:20 GMT -8
Bastille gave a side glance to Linda. She shrugged slightly. She didn’t feel like replying much. Her mind was straying to other subjects…like how best to get her hands on more alcohol. Maybe she would have to head to the bar that night. She closed her eyes and sighed getting up and walking over to the cookie bag she had brought and opened it and pulled a cooking out before dropping the bag into Mathews lap and sitting herself on the empty bed again nibbling on the giant deformed cookie. She gave a look towards Linda of respect nodding her head before her face returned to bored and resumed its staring at the ground and nibbling of the cookie. She pulled her knees up and crossed them on the bed. She was one for little words this night.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 19, 2009 15:39:07 GMT -8
A smug grin broke out when Linda's comment seemed to shut Bastille up, sometimes she really wasn't that hard to manage. It was a shame she wasn't always this easy, maybe she just responded better girl girls? After all he heard they were a lot meaner then guys were. Sure Mathew would hit her, but Linda might shave Bastille's head and eyebrows off. He did kind of want to see that though, he had to admit.
Picking up the bag of cookies that she dropped on his lap he would take one and start to eat it, holding out the bag for Linda and Travis should they want a cookie as well. He was actually pretty good about sharing, food that is.
"Glad that is settled. The perfect end to a perfect day. A great victory was won today." Mathew said smugly, he knew Linda would know what he meant, but he had to wonder if Travis and Bastille would understand, after all, he didn't win the fight.
"Also you two can leave if you want, I am sure Bastille has missed me and wants some alone time." He said with a wink, he was sure that Bastille wanted nothing of the sort, but that wasn't really her call was it?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 19, 2009 22:47:58 GMT -8
(sorry its short)
Bastille glanced up at him then crossed her arms and glanced back down taking the note at first as permission for her to leave until he specified her staying behind. She almost gave the Linda girl a pleading look…but she didn’t, she wasn’t sure how her face looked. She grumbled becoming more irritated while the others left. All the while waiting in silence.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 22:22:21 GMT -8
When the others left the room Mathew looked at the girl that sat on his bed with him. He closed his eyes for a moment moving his neck trying to stretch it. He was in pain, even if it was manageable. She seemed confused, afraid, excited? He couldn't really tell at the moment, her face seemed flooded with several emotions. He liked to think that despite how she acted and what she said, she did like him deep down, maybe even loved him. He remembered her kisses, the passion and heat in them. There was a lot of that in this girl, he knew that. Maybe that was why he kept her around, despite the trouble. The passion, so many people were lacking it in this world. But she had plenty of it, that was an attractive feature, even if she was a raging bitch that made him want to shave her bald and parade her around the school.
"Why did you come here?" He asked finally looking at her. He wasn't going to pull his punches. She claimed to call their deal void, but they both knew that he never did anything really to hold her to it. She chose to follow it. Maybe she needed to feel forced? Maybe she was afraid to be in control and deep down longed for Mathew to control her so that she didn't have to deal with the consequences of life. Have someone to blame.
If that was the case Mathew was fine with it, he accepted his roll long ago. The world needed someone strong, the world needed a monster. He would unite them under him or against him. It didn't matter, but in the end, all would be one. Nations, religions, race, none of it would matter. The species would be united, and with that unity there would be no limit to the wonders that they could create.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 22:36:07 GMT -8
“You haunt me….then again many things haunt me…but you…you keep coming back…”
She was blunt but her voice was soft. Where tears flowing from her eyes? Yes. Simple but daring tears flowed down her cheeks and she found herself growling bitterly at those betraying drops of salty liquid. She hid her face behind her left hand crying into it. Her voice sounded fine…completely normal and bored but she herself looked everything but.
“is it so wrong to love two people….?” It was a simple question that was out there. Simple yet full of emotion. Bastille never saw herself as the type to ever fall in love again, and yet here she was wanting not one, but two men to be by her side. It made her angry…made her furious, and it showed clearly on her face which looked about ready to tear someone apart with a mere glare. In truth she was tearing herself apart. She was gripping the bed railing so hard it bent under her hand and her teeth gritted together.
She stopped and swallowed down her tears trying to get a moment to calm herself. Blaze would hate her….and the thought was unbearable…and yet Amtrum…he was so infuriating but…god Damnit all to hell.
“god damn”
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 22:50:44 GMT -8
Mathew as a cold and cunning man. He was drawn to her, he even liked her, but her tears did not move him. Not deep down, on the surface he showed a quiet contemplation mixed with genuine surprise. Out of all the things he had expected out of her, this was not what he had expected at all. He didn't think she was a crier. Here he was torn. His instincts telling him to use this to his advantage, but he had still made a connection to her. And while her tears didn't soften his heart, certainly wouldn't stop him from killing her if it had been a situation that would have required that, he had no prepared response, which was rare.
All he could do was speak honestly, which was rare for him, but not. Mathew always told the truth, he never lied. But he rarely said what he meant either. Manipulation was a skill he had honed to a razor edge.
"It's not wrong at all Bastille. Love and Passion are two things to embrace not recoil from."
His tone was surprisingly kind for Mathew, normally his voice was dripping with arrogance and sarcasm. But he was being genuine here. Only because no one else was around. Though he couldn't help but grin, it was always a good feeling to know someone was in love with you, and when that person was bound to you will. Well it just made the contract that much stronger.
Reaching over Mathew grabbed her chin, slowly raising it so that she was looking him in the eyes, tears or not. His Emerald Green looking in to her Red eyes holding something akin to compassion, well as surprising as it was he was a compassionate person. If he wasn't then he wouldn't have the dreams he did. Then he did something that he had never done before.
"Bastille, may I have your permission to kiss you?"
For once he was not taking his liberty, but giving her the token gesture of choice. A small freedom and it was a one time only thing. One that was calculated, even now he couldn't turn his mind off. Everything had to be calculated for maximum gain, this was no different.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 23:01:16 GMT -8
Bastille knew deep inside she was going to get manipulated for this. She knew he would, and the worst yet was that she would let him. She wanted to die that minute. Just fade from existence and there where so many objects in the room she could use. So many….
“yes”
She closed her eyes allowing the image to fall from mind. If only she could shrink back into her pathetic self. Who was this girl? Bastille had always been one to never show emotion, never care enough. But the correctional facility had brought out the girl she had locked away for so long. The one who was now fighting to bring emotion back into Bastilles life weather she liked it or not. She found her heart, the one she obviously wore on her sleeve, breaking and grumbling into tiny pieces. Slowly she would allow him to press his lips to her and with that she would go home and kill herself. Right then and there….
‘oh hell you will not! If you do I am going to bring you right back you masochistic bitch…seriously…take the emotion like a woman…men are complete imbeciles with emotions…take the cake...kiss him then forget them both. Continue your life don’t run from it’
She smirked at that little voice in her head. She knew who’s it was and she couldn’t help but smirk. That person voice always had a direct hit to her, it had ever since she had heard it for the first time, and now it had become the voice of reason in her head. She would let him kiss her and she would enjoy the lust her body felt. She would then go home and rinse her mouth with fluorine until it was raw from it, and then she would sit back relax and then forget about him and Blaze, go home and take the experience to heart and learn from it, no more or less. She would not let crying get the better of her. It hurt yes…but what was pain to her? Right now…nothing.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 23:14:55 GMT -8
He nodded when she said yes, slowly his head would inch closer to hers. His hand moving her chin up a bit more. His lips would connect with hers. It wasn't the normal forceful kiss that he gave her, no, he had more then that kiss in his arsenal. His lips pressed against hers gently and slowly. His left hand moved from his side to her head, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb as he held her face there.
He wouldn't take the kiss to far, no tongue or length. Slowly pulling his lips away, leaving them just a hair's breadth from hers he leaned his forehead against hers looking her in the eyes still. A small smile on his lips. He had her, even if he was sharing it, he had her heart. And with the heart came the will.
"The heart is never wrong." He whispered as he continued to stroke her cheek softly. He intended to let her keep crying if she needed to. Maybe even provoke more tears. But that was unimportant. He was already working to manipulate her, making sure to burrow in so deeply that she would never be able to block him. Striking while the walls were down in to her unprotected heart. If the fire of love was there, he would feed it. He would have to call Kate off for now, it seemed that he may have found his way to bend her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 23:21:58 GMT -8
Bastille kept her eyes closed. His kiss had charmed her. She raised the barriers immediately. Well let the dark waltz begin, she phrase was thick in her mind as she let herself be manipulated. She would keep herself attached enough to suppress her needs, and when he broke her he would break the chain and she would allow it, and then recover. But that meant she would have to give the same treatment to Blaze. She shuddered at the thought of him tearing her apart…
“the heart…” she echoed his thoughts her lips coming to meet his now. She kept her hands at her lap as she was willing to let this dark waltz let her wheel and spin, turning her into a dark and even more menacing night. One that she might not wake up from alive. But she would stay strong for what she believed in, love would not break her thrice. Her lips where soft on his and then with a soft movement she sank lower to rest her head on his chest. She closed never opened her eyes as she simply lay next to him. For now…let herself float away for a minute. Just a minute.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 23:45:15 GMT -8
This time her lips sought his, he would respond in kind kissing her once again. Letting her sink down in to his chest his arms would wrap around her, a visible effort required to do so thanks to Blaze. But he did it, gritting his teeth to deal with the pain it caused. He wouldn't vocalize it, not with anyone nearby.
His hand moved to the back of her head, stroking her hair letting her do what she needed to do. His eyes closed as he composed himself, not allowing himself to smile in victory. He would see where this played out, he wasn't aiming for fiery passion here, he wasn't sure his body could take it right now. Well he would if it happened, but god he knew he would regret it.
"Have I ever told you why I keep you around, despite the headaches you give me?" He asked, he was going to stoke her curiosity. The words would be true, but the meanings subtly twisted to warp what he was saying ever so slightly.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 20, 2009 23:52:23 GMT -8
“no” she responded bluntly. She was regaining her composure. Her eyes where still closed and it was obvious all this stress of the day was getting to her. Her eyes where heavy and dark, she almost looked dead. She stayed their motionless while he stroked her hair. How obvious it was where he was pulling this, how obvious it was that she was being used like a puppet. Yet she played the tune to please her so called heart, for right now it felt right to believe.
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