Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 20, 2009 23:56:00 GMT -8
"Well...Lets make something happen then, shall we?"
'Uh...u-uhm, non. I vould razzer not...p-please."
Arielle gulped, her eyes on the predator as he walked up to her. The girl stepped backward away from him until she felt the cool smoothness of the wall behind her. She was blocked in, the hulking male stood between her and the locked door. In a flash he moved, pinning her against the wall with such force that it knocked the wind out of her, making her instantly dizzy. The corners of her vision darkened, her brain threatening to quit on her from the sudden lack of oxygen and pain of colliding with the wall. He slung her over his shoulder with ease, her body limp against his massive muscles.
She felt the asshole turn and stop short, a jolt halting his body before making him crumple toward the floor, losing his grip on her. Half-conscious, the french girl flailed before being caught by another set of arms. Less muscley, more gentle...she recognized her savior as he set her down, the glitter in his mask reflecting in the sunlight from the classroom windows. Her knees were still weak as she gulped down oxygen with needy breaths, holding onto the desk for support, working her way to her feet as the boy beat the living daylights out of the guy who'd harmed her. Arielle was filled with a mixed sense of awe, lingering fear, and admiration.
Teachers flooded in, and the boy approached her, slipping something into her pocket. Her hand moved for her pocket as well, their fingers brushing brieflyand electrifyingly, her slender hand closing around the object he'd placed in there. The shape was familiar and fit into her hand easily.
She watched as he took the blame (probably for the damage, which he had caused afterall, though only in her defensewhich was so dreamy), turning to smile and wink at her from behind the mask before dodging a teacher and speeding off down the hallway.
Many of the teachers had followed the boy out, determined to catch him. one or two stayed behind, approaching the French girl, who unlike her companion, was maskless.
'Are you alright? What happened here?'
They inquired, and Arielle pulled the small item from her pocket, admiring it with a small smile on her face. Her aqua hues glanced over the lettering, and it made her eyes sparkle.
"Yes, I'm fine. I...vas lost, and zat mean boy tried to hurt me. But the one in ze mask...he saved me. Dezpite ze damages."
'Who is he?'
Arielle shrugged, slowly turning the trinket in her hand.
"I..don't know."
'Uh...u-uhm, non. I vould razzer not...p-please."
Arielle gulped, her eyes on the predator as he walked up to her. The girl stepped backward away from him until she felt the cool smoothness of the wall behind her. She was blocked in, the hulking male stood between her and the locked door. In a flash he moved, pinning her against the wall with such force that it knocked the wind out of her, making her instantly dizzy. The corners of her vision darkened, her brain threatening to quit on her from the sudden lack of oxygen and pain of colliding with the wall. He slung her over his shoulder with ease, her body limp against his massive muscles.
She felt the asshole turn and stop short, a jolt halting his body before making him crumple toward the floor, losing his grip on her. Half-conscious, the french girl flailed before being caught by another set of arms. Less muscley, more gentle...she recognized her savior as he set her down, the glitter in his mask reflecting in the sunlight from the classroom windows. Her knees were still weak as she gulped down oxygen with needy breaths, holding onto the desk for support, working her way to her feet as the boy beat the living daylights out of the guy who'd harmed her. Arielle was filled with a mixed sense of awe, lingering fear, and admiration.
Teachers flooded in, and the boy approached her, slipping something into her pocket. Her hand moved for her pocket as well, their fingers brushing briefly
She watched as he took the blame (probably for the damage, which he had caused afterall, though only in her defense
Many of the teachers had followed the boy out, determined to catch him. one or two stayed behind, approaching the French girl, who unlike her companion, was maskless.
'Are you alright? What happened here?'
They inquired, and Arielle pulled the small item from her pocket, admiring it with a small smile on her face. Her aqua hues glanced over the lettering, and it made her eyes sparkle.
"Yes, I'm fine. I...vas lost, and zat mean boy tried to hurt me. But the one in ze mask...he saved me. Dezpite ze damages."
'Who is he?'
Arielle shrugged, slowly turning the trinket in her hand.
"I..don't know."
