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Post by Lucas Delacroix on May 13, 2011 18:36:11 GMT -8
"Move it bitch!"
The cat call of an Alpha cheer leader in red would make it apparent she was top dog here. Her right hand leading to push heavily on the back of a larger girl's forehead knocking her back to a point she stumbled to the floor awkwardly. Her left hand would jostle to her hip and body would flaunt her dominance as the few children scattered around them would all laugh at the larger girl's clumsiness. One could see the tears welling up in her eyes. Anyka kept her pose regardless flaunting the fact that she was in control of the situation and leveled her head on a swivel directing it like a cobra.
A muffled sniffling voice would follow as the larger student tromped off at a running pace towards the girl's restroom. Alpha's lips would curve up plumply to the broad space of her cheeks but everything quickly returned to normal, no cheers of her significance, no followers stalking in her shadow. It vexed her. Palms balled at her hips veiled by her position. She had to go bigger.
-15 minutes later-
Lucas would be grinning over a plate of 'Lunch' just because of his condition didn't mean he didn't need to eat however it just didn't have the same appeal. Sluuurrp. Gobbling down a subtle soup he looked nothing more than an anti-social geek managing his own usual stream of thoughts. For one he needed a means of streaming revenue and while just relying on Lisa's input to the home it wouldn't keep them afloat forever. Musing with this he seemed to have an irritating little grin on his face. Something that of course was distressing to some people.
~Splooosh!~
His face now seemed to be absorbing the substance of his bowel before him, drowning himself on some good wholesome soup. Coughing up in a fit he'd come up to a stand stumbling from an inert sense of confusion eyes looking around and falling upon a tanned girl in red before him. His teeth barred he was seconds from tearing her throat out before he got an idea.
"Need a bib?"
Lots of giggles around him, otherwise unnoticed by Lucas as he pulled out a handkerchief positioned in the lining of his pocket normally used to conceal blood splatters but now reserved for cleaning himself up.
"You have quite beautiful lips...mind putting them to good use?"
A coaxing sort of darkness in his voice staring her down.
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Post by malachi on May 17, 2011 10:58:43 GMT -8
School had been interesting today. He had seen everything today. Fights, people getting jumped, gambling and people getting turned down. And it was only lunch time. Malachi changed out of his p.e. clothes back into his dark blue pants, white t and black shirt. He decided to leave the shirt unbuttoned. It just seemed to look better.
He went to the cafeteria for some grub. He decided that the regular burger and fries would suffice. He sat down and watched what was going on. He was an observer, thats all he did usually. The doors burst in and the head cheerleader walked in. This should be fun. She seemed to walk right up to some other guy slurping some soup.
"Need a bib?"
Hmm. Funny way to strike up a conversation.
"You have quite beautiful lips...mind putting them to good use?"
And there it was. The only thing keeping Malachi from hitting on the girl himself. Well he might as well go join them. He grabbed his tray and walked over to the table and sat down.
"Fun day today huh? So many things going on all the time."
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on May 17, 2011 11:16:54 GMT -8
With eye contact shared between the two and the fiery gurgle between irises she'd have lost herself. A quick glimmer between Lucas and Anyka would be almost invisible to the untrained eye, more noticeable consequences would be her guard dropping, slipping into something more of a trance like phase. A grim smile slipping over Lucas' face before hearing the tell tale signs of someone taking up residence beside him.
"Fun day today huh? So many things going on all the time."
Russet rouge eyes would turn on a swivel slightly set in anxiety as he realized his trance was set in place, the slightest twitch of consort plausible to break it but he couldn't let that happen. There was a deep power within this girl that he wanted to unlock, besides there was of course the pleasure of breaking such a strong will to confide with. If a boy of this nature was going to pike his way in he'd have to bow before Lucas' will by days end.
"Indeed, things seem to get more interesting by the second."
Lucas would coo to himself turning slowly in his seat now positioned to face the fellow, a lax distribution of his body weight with the left hand on the table right hand coming up to stroke the comatose girl's lower chin playfully.
"And who might you be?"
Lucas resisted the urge to throw steaming insult to his voice though he focused more on curiosity hopefully the question was taken as such feigning innocence rather than conflict in the greater portrayal of things.
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Post by malachi on May 18, 2011 15:35:23 GMT -8
"And who might you be?"
Hmm. Malachi didn't think this was strange considering he was new. Nobody really knew him but he was slowly trying to change that. He wanted everyone to know who he was.
"I am Malachi. I'm new to the school. Now my question is who might you two be?
When he introduced himself he would offer his hand to shake. First to the man and next to the cheerleader. It was a common courtesy. HE would then take back his hand after they shook and take a drink. If he saw that they weren't going to shake he would withdraw his hand and take a drink. He would then wait for further conversation.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on May 18, 2011 16:50:44 GMT -8
"I am Malachi. I'm new to the school. Now my question is who might you two be?
Pleasantries currently about as they were. Lucas' eyes fluctuating momentarily to the extended hand gesture before returning upwards to his face taking in the synopsis of his question. 'two of you' relating the fact that the two of them had been otherwise associated before this point his attention trying to be equally distributed amongst the duel parties and thus being 'amiable'. A tweaked sort of frown appearing on his features before curling upwards taking note of Anyka's position. A court hand opened, palm upwards to usher her remark first as he had so rudely taken the commanding position and all the while hadn't gotten the spruce girl's name or position.
"Whats it matter to you anyway small fry."
Hand located on her hind him her opposite hand coming upwards into a repulsed sort of snap insinuating at the strong insult. Her face scrunched tautly at her serious disgust at him asking. She was after all a higher status than him why would he be talking with her anyway.
"So no courtesy amongst antagonists?"
Lucas would grin with a childish smile mocking with the smooth coolness that was him. His hand would extend outward only to be taken briefly by the cheerleader, her hotty persona would melt away briefly turning into the blushing sort of awkwardness.
"Anyka..."
She'd blush turning away nervously from the touch as he took her hand. There was a certain hunger in Lucas' eyes that dared to feast on her life blood. As for the other company well, there wasn't much to take from him at the moment. The briefness of the shared responses left his own responses lacking.
"Lucas....charmed."
The names exchanged if even not directly should give the boy Malachi some inclination as where he fit in.
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Post by malachi on May 19, 2011 5:19:13 GMT -8
"Whats it matter to you anyway small fry."
Damn. Malachi was only trying to be nice. He did interrupt them but she still didn't need to be that harsh. He was only trying to meet new people
"So no courtesy amongst antagonists?"
Antagonist? That was the bad guy. Malachi was far from being the bad guy. HE always thought himself the good guy not the other way around.
"Anyka..."
That was definitely a strange name but so was Malachi so he couldn't be the judge of that.
"Lucas...charmed"
Hmm. Even though he had called Malachi an antagonist he seemed to still have the better manners. Malachi still wasn't sure whether he should continue on but they technically never told him to leave. He might as well enjoy lunch with them.
"So you guys play any sports? Other then the obvious one Anyka?"
It was a simple enough question. She was a cheerleader. The question was just if she played any other sports. He would continue to sit while awaiting an answer.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on May 19, 2011 18:40:45 GMT -8
The fluttery change of pace might've been odd to anyone else, however nobody knew Anyka. At least not yet, Lucas hallowed her out now, leaving her but a shell of her former self, something for him to mold and play with. A sadist grin crept across his face as she faded from her old behavioral qualities and turned crueler, darker.
"So you guys play any sports? Other then the obvious one Anyka?"
"No... Malachi I do not. In fact I grow tired of games."
Unexpectedly Anyka would take a domineering step forward before Malachi and jab outward. Her right first would glow metal and crunch into the boy's face. That was of course if he didn't move though given the surprise he may not have been on guard.
Lucas didn't even flinch, in fact he was the one pulling the strings, his right hand would coil back running into his hair and turning away from the brawl with a disinterested stare. Meanwhile if Malachi hadn't recoiled instantly from the blow Anyka's hands would ring up into his collar and drag him forcefully up and out, twisting and throwing him face down into the ground.
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Post by malachi on May 19, 2011 20:34:50 GMT -8
"No... Malachi I do not. In fact I grow tired of games."
Malachi would be suprised at the answer but considering he had them both in his view he saw the punch coming. He would move just enough back to pretty much almost stumble backwards and stand up.
"Wow. What the hell was that for? I was just trying to make small talk."
Watch yourself. She is a female. We don't want to hurt her. Just avoid her as long as possible. If you need help let me know and ill come.
I know Justice. I'm not going to hit her.
Malachi would take up a defensive position. He wasn't going to attack a girl. It just wasn't in him. He would only move to Justice if he absolutely had to. He knew what justice could do and he knew justice wouldn't hurt her but he didn't want anyone to know what he could do yet. It wasn't the time.
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