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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 9:47:04 GMT -8
OOC((Arrielle first. Sorry it took me so long hun  )) Ah, rain. His face upturned, expressionless yet soft as the light summer rain beat down on his face. It ran from his hair and chin, his body obviously soaked by the sudden downpour. Students stood inside, looking out at him like he was crazy, David being the only student "dumb" enough to walk out in that flash-flood worthy weather. He pitied them. Summer was long, and hot, a constant storm of heat and humidity- the exact opposite of the weather that currently took hold of the skies. When the sun had burned theyre skin, people complained. When it grew stuffy and hard to breathe from humid air, people complained. When it rained and grew cold? Complaining. David enjoyed everything, basked in the sunlight, inhaled deeply of the thick air and most of all- stood under a summer rain. Nothing was as fresh as a new rain. The smell was crisp and clean and it let you know that, no matter what, life was new. He looked over to a cat sitting under the overhang by the road. Not ten feet away was a dog, sitting out in the rain watching it. The dog had enough sense to know that rains like this don't last in this part of the nation, and he would put off chasing the feline in order to enjoy it. He smiled, chuckling a little as he caught exactly what the pooch was thinking about the cat. He turned toward the front door, speaking the word nobody but the dog would hear- the word that David knew the dog was thinking. "Pussies." He laughed, making himself look all the stranger. He spread his arms wide and returned his face to the clouds, begging for more rain. OOC((I don't know whats with me and the music and rain and artistic crap...)) |
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 14:12:11 GMT -8
[ooc: Its alright because Im going to raise you one by playing the whole 'girl in the rain' card  ] Arielle had been enjoying her free period outside in the sun, reading. She didn't exactly mind that it was hot and muggy. She had simply pulled her hair back in a long ponytail that trailed down her back, her slender form clad in a white and blue babydoll dress that brushed against her knees. She turned the page of her book, and a small perfect dark circle formed on the former of the page. Arielle blinked, glancing up at the sky with her deep blue gaze as the air changed, becoming cool and damp rather than the hot and muggy mess it was minutes before. And then...FWOOM. Downpour. The French girl jumped from her bench, holding the book over her head as she dashed toward the front entrance. But then something caught her eye, a boy standing in the rain with his arms out as if he was beckoning the rain to fall. At that exact moment, one of the girl's blue flip flops fell off and she slowed to a stop. Her dress was clinging to her body, her hair drenched despite her book shelter. It was a good thing she wore hardly any make up or it would be running all down her face. "Merde."The girl cursed to herself, turning to retrieve her shoe, bringing the book down from over head head because it wasn't doing any good to begin with. |
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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 15:51:01 GMT -8
OOC((Oho! Touche,touche.))
Davids eyes came down as the female uttered her word, confusion lighting his features since it sounded like French. He saw a girl, obviously caught in the rain, looking damn good for her shoe. He blinked a few times before grinning, his hair whipped wildly as he rushed forward. She would likely have her shoe on by now, so his right arm came down, right near the back of her knees while his left hand would be up near her back. He would scoop her up in his arms in a very manly, macho kind gesture. He would jump onto the bench, leap through the air to an extended branch, then jump from the branch to the top of the roof, landing effortlessly. He would set her down and lead her by the hand to the door there, opening it quickly and allowing her inside ahead of him. He looked up one more time, enjoying the cold droplets, before he followed her.
He didn't shake himself out, instead he just stood there, admiring her cold, wet body water dripping from his fingertips as he grinned from ear to ear.
"Je suis désolé, mais les portes sont verrouillées." (I'm sorry, but the doors are locked.)
He spoke fluently, though obviously not a french born child and he was unpracticed- going months without speaking it made him sound a little sketchy, but it got the job done. Fearing a flash flood, though highly unlikely, the ground doors had been sealed off. He grabbed the towel he planned on using for himself off the railing, handing it to her.
"Ici." (Here.)
He tried to keep things short, since he didn't want to get into a long conversation with her in French- after all, he enjoyed hearing the accents- they were cute. He shook his hair a little, droplets shining off the little light and scattering all over the walls. He didn't even think about the fact that a girl was right in front of him, David pulling off his shirt and jeans quickly, hopping around as he tried to take it off his legs. He picked up his T-shirt, throwing it on before grabbing his boxers at the top and-
He paused, looking up at her and flushing deeply.
"Uh...Could you turn around?"
Uhm...awkward situation.
OOC((HA! Who one upped who NOW? *wins*))
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 16:56:32 GMT -8
[ooc: XDD]
Arielle had just managed to slip on her flip flop when she was scooped up from the ground and carried off. The French girl shrieked in surprise, clinging to her rescuer as he bounded up to the roof and helper her inside. Her eyes lit up as he spoke to her in French, handing her a towel to dry off in. How sweet!! Arielle smiled graciously.
"Merci beaucoup ! Je n'ai pas vu que l'orage vient." Thank you very much! I did not see the storm coming.
She accepted the towel, drying herself off as best she could. Her dress was soaked and she didn't have a change of clothes with her. Wringing out the fabric, it should dry in a while. Arielle pulled the elastic band from her hair, letting it fall down her back in heavy tresses. She then began to wring out her long hair, the water dripping on the floor.
"Uh...Could you turn around?"
Que??
Arielle glanced up, blushing hotly as she noticed he was simply in his boxers. She hadn't even noticed him undressing. Blinking, wide aquamarine hues couldn't help but flick a once over before she gasped, and her hands flew up to her face to cover her eyes.
"Oh, of courze. Je suis désolé."
She apologized, her French accent heavy for only traveling to the US a few years ago. She pivoted 180 degrees, still covering her eyes even though it was no longer necessary. her skin was cool, but her face was hot. It was certainly something she hadn't expected. However, he looked strikingly familiar, he had been the boy who smiled at her at the exam!! He looked fairly different naked drenched like that.
[ooc: A-ha!]
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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 18:46:15 GMT -8
"Non, Je suis, il c'était de ma faute." No, i am, it was my fault.
He hurridly put on his clothes, his face red as a beet. this was strangely familiar- he remembered Emily and him having instances like this all the time. Random bouts of awkward nudity and strange surprises. It was rather refreshing, really, since he seemed to spend every day in normalcy. He cleared his throat, trying to appear confident as he rolled up the sleeves to his White Dress shirt, the regal outfit entirely made of white. White jeans, white shoes. The only black thing was his belt, with a silver belt buckle engraved with the outline of a flame. He walked around to her other side, smiling a little in embarassment.
"Uh...wow. Okay- not how i pictured the first five minutes of this interaction." He, unlike most guys, didn't stray his gaze from her face. though her clothes were sticking to that rather breathtaking body, he had deep respect for women and tried his best to show it by letting them see that he knew where thier faces were. He did look her up and down, tisking a little only because of her wet clothes. He looked back to her face and grinned.
"Lets go find you some clothes, shall we?"
He took her hand again, still not introducing himself. He wasn't usually in such a good mood- usually he would be polite and sharp and devinair, trying to "woo" her with his boyish clumsiness and his rock hard body "stylish" hair. Her hand was so soft and small, and he couldn't help but be giddy with the prospect of something new. People around the place were so dull- usually there was a fight to be had or some disturbance to look after, but today was simply bland and silent. It was what he wanted, but it was so boring. He took her down the steps, laughing a little and acting sneaky. Classes were in session, and teachers roamed the halls looking for stray students to prey upon.
He came to a three way intersection, the possible ways he could go being straight or left. He stopped, holding a finger to his lips as he peeked around the corner. There was a teacher, just getting ready to turn back and face them. In Davids other hand (the one not holding hers which obviously turned him on) were his wet clothes. He gave the girl a wink, then darted out, chucking the clothes at the teachers face, a loud splat resounding throughout the halls. He laughed aloud as he ran, darting into the girls locker room as he heard the teachers whistle blowing. He clasped the girl to him, listening intently as the teacher ran past. He looked down at her, grinning in silence as he gently lifted her from his chest.
He looked into the locker room, then waved her in, pointing at all the different clothes hanging in there.
"Choisissez, vous pouvez avoir n'importe quel style que vous voulez." Choose, you can have any style you want.
What the hell was wrong with him? He was never so mysterious and michevious.
This French girl clouded the mind...and filled it with images of her naked.
OOC((Oh, its ON))
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 19:14:09 GMT -8
When David stepped around to where she was faced, the French girl peeked through her fingers to see if the coast was clear. When he spoke, she lowered her hands slowly, smiling in a sheepish manner. He was dressed all in white now, kind of like an angel and a hot one at that, what with his glistening abs and-. Arielle pushed the thoughts from her mind, not wanting to think of her new possible friend in such a manner. It wasn't polite.
But it seemed this boy was full of surprises, as he took her hand in search of some clothes for her to wear. Granted, she loved this dress, but it clung to her legs and abdomen and other things in a manner that probably wasn't suitable for class. It was so kind of him to look out for her like this. They came to a stop at an intersection, and Arielle watched silently as he looked at a hall monitor teacher. He stepped out into the hallway, throwing the clothes and running like a mad man down the hall to the...the girl's locker room? Arielle took off after him the moment he started running, though once she passed through the door he pressed her too him, obviously intending for them to be silent and hidden.
Ohmondieuohmondieuilmetoucheohmondieusiattrayantnonnonnepensepascela!!!!
For the second time in so many minutes, the French girl's face burned bright red. She had never been so close to someone before, much less someone of the opposite gender!! nevertheless, she was a teenage girl, and thus did not thoroughly dislike it. A minute later he pulled away from her unfortunately and gestured her into the locker room.
"Are you zure..-?"
She began, asking him if he really should be in the girl's locker room. However, they were already skipping class and running about the school like deviants, this was certainly no stranger...Arielle glanced at the line up of clothes, looking a bit confused at his proposal.
"Dont les vêtements sont ceux-ci?" Whose clothes are these?
[ooc: I take you up on your challenge, monsieur. XD]
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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 20:41:03 GMT -8
After David moved away from her he hid his erection whistled a little, making sure nobody was inside. The place was deserted, for now. He looked back to Arielle, shrugging at her question .He could tell her the truth, that the clothes belonged to the girls who were currently trudging in the rain for thier five mile marathon run in track and field class but he decided against it. She seemed very kind hearted and he knew she would likely turn down the clothes, not that he would mind. Her red face after he held her didnt get lost on his manhood him, but he decided not to call attention to it. He had the same thing happen to him several times already today, He figured she would feel a little more comfortable if he didnt say anything.
"Ils appartiennent à vous maintenant! Prendre n'importe lequel-" They belong to you now! Take any-
It was hard for him to continue, for he was so excited sexually that something was actually interesting him and holding his interest that he inadvertantly reverted back to english."- one you like." He wondered if she would question him further, so instead of giving her the opportunity, he walked right over to her and clasped her hand, for the third time and hopefully not the last led her to some clothes. One was a two peice outfit, which he liked. And there was another dress. And some jeans. And some shorts. They would all look great on her. Especially the underwear
He waited for her to decide, looking up at the clock and being glad for the class having just started.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 20:59:02 GMT -8
"But how-?"It just didn't add up to her, how he just suddenly had a complete wardrobe for her to choose from...and they had just met! But her options were this: Either pick from the clothes that he offered and not ask questions, or stay in her dampened dress, which was now starting to feel chilled on her skin. He took her hand, something she didn't protest, and led her up to the clothes. Which would she choose?? Arielle was more of a dress sort of girl, you could say she was loser to the girly side of the spectrum. After a moment, Arielle stepped up and picked a goldish bubble dressand held it up to her. It was about the right size, and a smile crept across her delicate features. "How about 'zis?"She asked her new friend, facing him while holding it up to herself. The length was about the same as the dress she currently had on, the hem dancing above her knees.
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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 21:18:21 GMT -8
He watched as she scrolled through the clothing items, smiling to himself. Where had all this come from? Randomly, he runs out into the rain. then, within ten minutes, he's in the girls locker room with a beautiful girl helping her pick out clothes. He couldn't be that lucky...maybe Karma was just fucking with him, and he would get a mega Bruce Lee kick in the nuts by some super strong guy with a power level over 9000 or something. Okay, so maybe thats unlikely. Still though, he couldn't help but enjoy the smile she wore as she held the dress up to her small frame. He took a step back, folding his arms as he looked her frame over. He was trying to imagine her naked and wanting his- the dress on her to give her a better idea of what he thought.
After a few moments, he spoke honestly.
"I think its stunning. Want me to help you put it on?"
He would wait a few moments to see if that was the one she wanted. If it was, he would turn his back, instead of leaving the area. Its like he wanted to see her strip not like he wanted to see her naked, its just that he felt it only fair that HE remain in the room since she did for him. And ok, he would admit to himself that he was flirting. A little. And sexing her mentally. Alot. He would wait until she gave the go ahead before turning around and spreading his arms wide.
"Ah, Vous êtes absolument magnifique!" Ah, you look absolutely beautiful!
"I vous voulez à avoir mes bébés!"
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 21:32:58 GMT -8
When he said that the dress looked stunning, a smile broke out on the innocent girl's face. Once he turned his back, she did the same so that he back was toward him. Setting the dry dress down for a moment, Arielle reached to the hem of her own dress and pulled it up over her head. She set the wet dress down and picked up her new acquisition, holding it up over her head and letting the fabric fall down over her slender frame. It fit nearly perfectly, what luck!
Once she was finished, she turned back around to face her new friend.
"Alright, what do jou think now?"
She asked, her cheeks flushing a gently pink when he said she looked beautiful. This boy was either a practiced charmer, or a genuinely good guy, and since the French girl always looked for the best in people, she assumed the latter. She smiled shyly at his compliment, running her hands through her long still damp hair.
"Merci. I don't know.. how I could everr zank you for zis."
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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 21:45:26 GMT -8
"I know of a way you could repay me..."
He walked over to her slowly, purposefully, with a calm look on his face, a caring look. He stared deep into her eyes, taking her hands up in his. He leaned in toward her soft, supple lips- and moved directly to the left of them, placing his mouth next to her ear.
"Me dire votre nom." Tell me your name.
Then he would release her hands and lean back with a grin, almost close to laughing. Suddenly a noise could be heard to the right before she could answer, across the lockeroom. footsteps. Loud, heavy. the Gym teacher. she was a bull of a woman, and not one to be trifled with. He grabbed the young French female and clasped her to him again, twisting around the lockers and crouching low, hiding them The woman walked passed them and up to her Office door. She was less then three feet in front of them. As she opened the door and walked inside, David scooped up the young, golden colored girl once again and dashed through the locker room, a loud voice echoing behind them.
"HEY! STOP!"
But David was already gone. He ran out the way they had come but didn't head back into the stairwell. Instead, he burst into an empty classroom and closed the door behind him, gasping for breath as he ducked low so the doors window wouldn't show them as the woman ran past. She was like an elephant in a china shop- every time her foot fell something shook. He laughed, leaning his head back against the wall. David had never, ever, had this much excitement and adrenaline. He was always a good kid, always behaving himself and doing what was right. A four point Student, on Honors society. Everything was perfect for him. Yet today he had probably gotten in enough trouble for a suspension.
And he still wasn't through.
He set the girl down after dismissing the thought of setting her on the desk and hiking up her dress making sure the coast was clear. He picked her up because he was fast and strong- he could carry her tiny amount of weight with ease and move faster then she could on her own. He leaned back against the cold metal and tried to catch his breath. He saw the computer over on the teachers desk and an evil thought came to him.
But first...
"I...Still didn't get that...name..."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 21:59:58 GMT -8
"I know of a way you could repay me..."
"Que?"
Arielle's gaze widened as he stepped closer to her, her deep blue gaze matching his...were his eyes two different colors? Interesting...though she could feel her breath catch in her throat as he, was he going in to kiss her? Non...he moved to the side and spoke in her ear instead.
'Me dire votre nom.'
His words entered her ear, turning to electricity that prickled through her body to the tips of her fingers and toes. She stood frozen for a moment, practically forgetting her own name because she was so flustered. Was he doing it on purpose because she kind of liked it? Arielle opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, footsteps broke the silence surrounding them. The boy pulled her to him once more *flutter*, and they ducked low, avoiding the large animal that was tramping about the locker room. Once the teacher had bowled into her office, the boy was picking her up again, taking off at a mad dash out of the locker room. A small 'eep!' of surprise escaped the girl as she clung her arms around his neck as he dashed down the hall to an empty classroom and ducked inside.
Once he set her down, Arielle smoothed out her dress, that had gotten a little blown about from his manhandling and running.
"I...Still didn't get that...name..."
He wanted her name, though no, Arielle wasn't about to give it to him just yet a minute piece of her snickered mischievously. Rather, she crossed her arms loosely under her chest, pursing her pink lips ever so slightly.
"Eez zis how jou handle all ze women jou know?"
She asked, inquiring of his transportation techniques. It wasn't that she minded judged anyone, it was just quite unusual.
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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -8
David laughed a little, closing his eyes as he did so.
"No, just you. So feel special and take your clothes off again!"
He looked over his shoulder out the window once again before walking over to the desk, sitting in the chair and calling her over to join him, David unzipping his pants turning to face the computer on the fun swirly chair. He typed in a pass code on the computer and got instant access. Unfortunately for that teacher, he had watched her type in the code when he asked her to look up his Drama records. As the teacher of the fine arts. She had plenty of fun stuff for them to play with. He stood and went to the closet, opening it and pulling out a box of masks. He grinned.
"Pick one!"
He grabbed a mask of his own, covering his entire face as he laughed a little. It was red with blue sparkles, and had red and blue feathers soming out the sides. He would walk over after she picked one and sit down at the computer. He accessed her webcam and turned it on picture mode, patting hier left leg in the hopes that she would stroke sit on it. If she complied he would smile at the camera and take a picture of both of them. Hoping that the large lense on the screen would show this female what he planned and she would smile too. After the picture was taken, he would hijack her desktop and imprint the picture into her background, making it permanent and unchangeable. All her other backgrounds would simply be them, and for that he laughed.
He would stand afterward.
"Wait here, okay? I'll be right back."
And with that he would make for the door and sneak out, mask still on his face where he wished her tender lips were.
A moment later, a large male would walk through the door, grinning as he did so. He locked it behind him, stepping forward menacingly.
"Well well, hello Darlin'. What are you doing here? And so....alone?"
His voice seemed soft but his body language was definitely not. He moved slowly toward Arielle, intent on...something.
Stats of big guy
Str: 15
Dex: 10
Con:20
Int: 8
Wis:10
Cha: 15
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 22:40:14 GMT -8
A smile broke out on the junior's face when he said that she was special, and she shook her head. Silly American boy..he was a little cheesy, but it did the trick. She followed him over to the teacher's desk, surprised that he was able to bypass the password system. He was just all full of surprises...Arielle blinked when he held up his mask, placing it over his intriguingly sexy different colored eyes.
She stepped up, shifting though the masks until she found one that she liked. It was gold and pink with a smattering of light blue sparkles, and matched her new dress quite well. She placed it over her face and tied the ribbons behind her head, grinning. She giggled, thinking how silly they must look to any outsider, a boy and a girl dressed in masquerade masks in an empty classroom. It was refreshingly unfamiliar and bizarre. Fantastic.
Back over at the desk, it looked like the boy had set up a photo capture program because his face floated in a box on the screen. She sat down on his knee when he gestured enjoying being close to him again, and making a silly face as he snapped the picture. it was a partial smile, though her petite nose was scrunched up, her eyes glittering with laughter.
She gasped as he set the background as the image, before laughing at the joke. With the masks on, it was difficult to discern who they were, and it was doubtful that the teacher would ever know it was them. Arielle had never been one to be a deviant, but today's adventures had been nothing short of criminal at the very least. Hah!
And with that he stood, indicating that he would be right back. Arielle nodded, standing up from the chair as well. When he stepped out of the room, Arielle moved back to the cabinet, admiring all of the masks in there. She untied the ribbon that held her mask on, intending to try on another when the sound of the door reached her ears, followed by a....locking sound?
"Well well, hello Darlin'. What are you doing here? And so....alone?"
...That wasn't the kind boy's voice. Arielle gasped, dropping the mask and whipping around to see a rather large student stepping toward her with a look that made her incredibly uncomfortable.
"I'm...sorry? I'm not...doing anything."
He certainly didn't look like a teacher, so she probably wasn't going to get in trouble for playing with the masks, and he wasn't wearing a hall monitor sash, nor did he have the appearance of one of those 'pillars' she heard talk about. Who was he...and more importantly, what did he want??
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Post by David B. on Aug 20, 2009 23:35:31 GMT -8
The guy stepped forward, licking his lips as his eyes got a predatorial look. He had watched them enter, and when the man had left he planned his attack. He smoothely took off his shirt, tossing it to the side to reveal massive muscles. "Well...Lets make something happen then, shall we?"When he got close enough, he would grab her and slam her into a wall, hopefully knocking the wind out of her. Then he would throw her over his shoulder and turn around, walking- -Straight into a fist. Davids knuckles cracked against the boys bones, shattering his jaw with the sheer force of the blow. The kid dropped her in an instant, David fluidly catching her before she hit the ground. In his hand he held something, an object, clasped tightly in his fist. The boy dropped to his knees in pain, and David, after releasing the french female gently, stood with a sudden burst and slammed his knee square into the guys face. It not only partially caved in the guys skull, in sent him flying backwards, flipping through the air and crashing through two walls before he landed in a pile of rubble. He breathed angrily, his ire and adrenaline perked. What he should do is go and kill the bastard. Unfortunately, he wouldn't have time. Teachers flooded in, all of them standing around David with a look of fright and anger mixed into one. David stuck the item in his hand into the pocket in the girls dress and felt around for underwear and warmth then placed his hands on his head. "She didn't do anything. I dragged her here and i'll come quietly for it. Just leave her alone." He began to walk forward before turning around and giving the girl a broad smile and a wink. They still didnt know who he was- he wore the mask even then. He backflipped as the teacher behind him tried to take his hands, clearing the male easily. Then he ran, sprinting down the halls, leading all the teachers after him. In her pocket would be a small minature. When she pressed the button on it, it would light up, looking a little something like this. He stole it from the language arts teacher, but he had been the one to give it to him in the first place so he knew he could replace it. On the little Plaque at the bottom would be scratched the strangely clear words "Welcome to America, Mon Ami!" |
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