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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 3:08:40 GMT -8
A bored stare, yes quite a bored stare as lunch broke out amongst the young high school. Though of course he'd gotten to miss the place being left out of it for about a month now, darn his graduating early. Regardless he was the one sitting there complacent as ever with an intent stare on a young girl who looked like Megan Fox eat her sandwich. He sighed out of boredom, Sure he could go over there and address her, perhaps get her number and share some time together but that'd most certainly not fill the void forming in his gut. Gah he was stressing out over this whole thing. What was it with him and women that made them so devilishly locked to him that they were forced away.
He sat there still, the fitting of his clothes not quite dark and sinister as usual but more so resembling a warm bright feeling, perhaps it was opposite day with him every day and he was mentally screwed. But being fucked up was the better rationalization for it. Then he leaned forward, his elbow on the table lazily as another hand forked his own sandwich into his mouth, moving subtly his jaw would shake his palm which had been abnormally attached to in via his cheek.
Dammit, he needed some positive womanly connections.... sexually
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 27, 2009 4:00:33 GMT -8
School sucked. When would she finally be out of this hell hole. The teachers wouldnt let her graduate to university level just to spite her. See if she cared...and she did, unfortunatly. Turning over slightly, her crimson hues fell upon a certain crouded lunch room, and with it...a certain frog. Bastille who had been sleeping in the beams of the lunch room roof and taking a well deserved nap had just woken up from the noise. Her eyes darted to the water balloons she had prepared in earnest for teacher pay back. Oh well she could use them on a certain lowly soul...besides, last time she hit a staff member she wound up in a correctional facility.
Standing carefully up, she picked up one of the water balloons she had prepared and with ease scooted down the beam slowly as to not be noticed. Then with percision she raised the balloon and let go. It plummeted towards the ground and towards Gabriel. Bastille plopped down and crossed on leg ove the other smirking down at him. In her other hand she held a new balloon.
"OI WHY THE LONG FACE?"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 4:09:53 GMT -8
*splash*
Droplets of water padding the inner lacing of his feet, yes that was to be quite annoying for him at the very least now he'd feel it was annoying glare darting up to shoot daggers through whoever managed off the poor aimed shot at his feet, if they were really good they should have pinned him in the face, at least blind him for a moment. Then once his changing golden hues settled upon Bastille he set the angry glare aside choosing a neutral stance but once more falling upon the stupid ol' frown.
"OI WHY THE LONG FACE?"
Was that a threat? A command? The latter being much more suitable knowing her quite all too well, just shortly before noting the other balloon precariously placed within her hand ready to be fired again. Of course if Gabriel really wanted to play rough he could simply irradiate the rubber from here and make its contents splash all over miss-priss but what fun would that be. Just another trivial game... Thinking it through he could debate on that..
"Just thinking...." Gabriel mopped much like a child wanting attention settling his gaze elsewhere again, and where else than that buxom young lass.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 27, 2009 4:16:07 GMT -8
"Oi, that girl is never going to notice you with a wet face"
Bastille said as she hurdled the next one at his head. Smirking she crossed her arms over her chest and setted herself into the beam. It was comfy up here, on a throne of schemes and taunts. Of coure, her throne was also literally high above gabriel but...the literal meaning was much more appeasing. However, crimson hues darted to the girl Gabriel was looking at. She wondered who this young lady was...possible captivation of the insaine napoleons heart? No...probably not, but it was her duty to make sure her rival didnt buck out for another chick. That was almost na insult. But she would be happy if Gabe found a girl friend, key word be "a" and not several. David was MIA at the moment....maybe she could help Gabriel get a little action with the young lady? .........She paused to think about it, then with a sigh and a smirk...."nah"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 4:22:42 GMT -8
Gabriel smirked at her daring comment, he'd expected as much ans in a swift second Gabriel's hand darted up rapidly grabbing the balloon swiftly before detouring it's path in a completely different direction firing behind him at a large jock football player who looked like he'd taken enough steroids to the point his joints were fused. And just as well Gabriel didn't falter from his position leaving him utterly blameless he'd set his hand back to it's original position though now there was a bit of a humored smile on his face.
"No one messes with this face.." Gabriel smiled finding a bit of humor in it himself.
"Of course I'm not interested in that woman... In fact I doubt she could please me the way most do..."
A daring glance shot towards Bastille begging almost for a stubborn quick witted reply to shoot him down or retract with a sense of indecent blunt wit. It amused him when she tried so hard being better than him, in all respects he'd enjoy that much more than any battle of the brawns.
Burst activated.
Dexterity: 196
Charisma: 44
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 27, 2009 4:27:36 GMT -8
She was better then him. Plain and simple, at least she had half a brain or more...what did he have? Probably wonderland for a brain which meant almost nothing at all. Bastille grinned when he deflected her balloon. With a swift drop she grabbed the beam, flipped over it once and then projected herself out and down into the lunch room landing smoothly onto the table cracking it in half.
"Ah yes, and how much pleasing can you take before"
She reached forward and pinched his cheeks and pulled them wide.
"you pass out from exhaustion?" she asked knowing full well this was one area she could tease brutually in.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 4:33:20 GMT -8
Gabriel simply sat there, flinching shortly as the table split with little effort, she'd been getting strong. A simply observation he took quickly before his serenity was taken from him without much concern to his own actions. Cheeks being pinched was certainly not on his list of to-do's for today. But rather than lashing out in anger of silly things she'd be expecting rather he had a better way of judging the silly girl. Ignore her.
Gabriel clenched his teeth feigning anger at first tugging his head away from her grasp notably so to get freedom then he'd lean back and cross his arms like a defiant child.
"haha, well I don't see David being to calm and mellow, must be because he's not getting much either..."
Shooting her a victorious grin he'd motion to the neener neener sign angling his hand to his face the thumb touching his nose and the fingers wiggling noticeably with his tongue extended out with a firm grim.
A second later he'd set that aside laughing to himself a bit enjoying this brief calm moment.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 27, 2009 4:39:38 GMT -8
Bastille mused at this facial expression. Then when he made that comment her eyes narrowed and her face painted the perect picture of irritation and boredum. She slowly moved foward and pulled him closer to her, her arm encircling his waist, her other hand moving to cup his face.
"Or rather, he is spent at our apartment.....we tried to have sex in the library before two nerds interupted us....so all the bent up passion up until we got back...it took all he had not to try and take me in an alley way, must be like prince charming hm? trust me, he will be back....now for your issue, shall i tell you your future or...show it to you?"
She loved the T.M.I. card. In reality david and her didnt have an apartment together, and well..to be honest their episode in the library hadnt really continued after their interuption. Ever since David had been missing, but there was no facts in there in which Gabriel would need, though he might certainly lement being rid of. Taking her fustration with Blaze out on Gabriel was always fun too.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 4:45:31 GMT -8
Gabriel felt the sudden need to burst out laughing again, so the poor boy was being blue balled, perhaps that deserved a bit of respect on his part but it didn't mean he had to be kind on Bastille but yet again her close proximity did excited Gabriel's more shameful thoughts. His short serious snicker however would distract him enough to think better on such things.
"So you like your men under control Miss Cunningham..." Gabriel snickered, "Quite clever of you to use that appeal to such extents..."
He'd move his hands into a simple applaud wearing that silly little grin that he'd know would press her to try that much harder, no holds restrained this was an all out boxing match metaphorically.
"Now how would you deal with me...Certainly by your standards I'm no prince Charming.."
Gabriel thought to himself, "Certainly others feel quite differently."
Gabriel smiled nudging his attention to a girl he'd seen in one of Bastille's classes stalking just outside his fight with Leon.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 27, 2009 4:51:08 GMT -8
She smirked backing up a couple of steps and flicking his nose.
"simple, i wouldnt deal with you at all...you dont deserve such attention lowly peasent"
She smirked and crossed her arms. It was true, her men where under control and leashed...and there was nothing they could do about it. She was tired of bullies who liked being on top, that was Bastilles job. Metaphorically she wore the pants in the relationship...though for Blaze- the thought would cause a slight blush to cross her cheeks- she let him do what he wanted after a certain point.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 4:56:06 GMT -8
Gabriel simply laughed at that point, she had an undeniable point but why did she keep pressing such matters on getting at him at one point or another probably just another strategy to check the barbed wire and see if at some point he was left unreinforced. It was a smart move certainly what Gabriel would do. He chuckled a little his shoulders arching up and down with a curious pleasure noting the changes that went on around them.
Then he'd flash a daring smile towards Bastille's classmate and without a word wink. Perhaps it was that fact getting under her skin though once more knowing Bastille it'd not bother her, nothing seemed to press her nerves and quite honestly Gabriel had given up playing who was the better nuisance it had finally just become fun and not so much of an ego battle for the top.
"So what's her name?"
Gabriel mock asked laughing a little bit to himself figuring that if she took him seriously he'd have to have himself a good long thought before actually considering doing anything he might regret out of his seemingly distant depression.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 27, 2009 5:00:31 GMT -8
"His name is David Blaze, dont you know?" She rebuttled quickly keeping her arms crossed.
However she flashed him a quick, genuine, smile. Then her eyes turned to look around the lunch room. The more sheltered students sat staring with their jaws opened, while the others more used to this went about their buisness as if it where just another monotonous day. SAd realy, for should they attend a normal school...it might be too much for them to handle. Bastille turned back to Gabriel and raised a brow.
"And, who dumped you this time?" She said, her voice thick with that british tone.
Her eyes continued to scan the room idly.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 5:05:04 GMT -8
Now that certainly had struck a nerve. His body suddenly tightening spontaneously as though he'd never felt such an anger before this moment. Even the collar was seemingly having troubles containing such rage. Gabriel's hand gripped at the edge of the table gripping it tight enough that when he did move the table shattered splitting to the floor with an ear-wrenching noise.
"rrrr Thats none of your business.."
Gabriel shot her an angered glare daring her to press the game that much further, sure she'd won but he didn't want her to bring anything more up unless of course he was to unleash his rage and split a few arteries in this room. That being everyone watching as well as her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 27, 2009 5:12:29 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow. Her expression went from amused to solemn and she turned to face him with a rather serious expression.
"That bad huh..." she said in a low tone.
Her crimson hues paused a moment, watching his movements. What she predicted, she knew it was a huge possibility that it came true. Perhapse this sadness was worth it? But she wasnt a dreamseer nor was she one to see the future, it was a measly prediction....but somehow she worried the truth it held. Other then that, Gabriel seemed very beat up. Bastille flipped her hair over her shoulder and jumped to the ground and sat at a table opposite him. She was waiting for the story...trust her since her love life was probably ten times more taboo to talk about then his.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 5:18:25 GMT -8
Gabriel nodded solemnly not really one to talk to anyone concerning his problems no matter how much he trusted them, it was simply how he acted, he felt he was the martyr to suffer what was his to bear but then again there was the pressing thought that he owed Bastille that much. But then again couldn't this be just like everything else he'd been through. Just another road he'd suffer through. It was a painstaking test he'd have to suffer.
And love was just another thing that stood in his way ascending to the top and then destroying it all. Yes all the pieces were lined up and any emotion or feeling would harm his resolve. He couldn't flinch and look back. But once more how important was this? His life and happiness? Couldn't there be something more important... not quite.
"She just left... I don't know what to do.."
There were no tears just a stone like image staring at the remains of the table just below Bastille's chest. He was staring there simply because it was where his head leveled out no other particular reason he just found it easy to go blank staring ahead.
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