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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:49 am
 Rhett Lupei
His gaze turned around, and came to rest on the other person in the room. It was a girl. But there was something different about her, maybe just to Rhett. She was beautiful, those brown hair, her pretty face. Even though her brown eyes glared at him he felt himself lost, lost deep within those orbs. Then he noticed the trace of a tear in her eyes.
"I-I'm so s-sorry!" he stammered, getting up "I'll try and make it up to you...... I'm s-sorry!"
Her voice was beautiful too, sweet and musical. Was he falling for this girl? No. He was too shy anyway. "But..... I never felt like this before." She looked so damn angry about it. He glanced at Berk.
"This is all your fault" he mouthed.
He took a quick look around. His sharp eyes caught, a few scattered music sheets on the ground, that was even worse. Well, he was going to get them all back in order. That's when her order came.
"I-I'll compile your music sheets back in order too!"
He glanced at Berk again, but he wasn't there. When he looked back into her eyes he understood. He saw a guy standing behind her. Suddenly he didn't feel so good.
"Bye...." he said, sadly "And I'm still very sorry."
Before he exited, he snapped his fingers, the musics sheets lifted up in the air and fell down on top of each other, in order.
[Rhett exits dorm 10, so does Berk]
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 10:23 am
c e l i a n ● l o c k e
 __________Prince charming
I believe in you
Fairy tales can come true
so I will wait for you____________________________ ✖✖✖●●●
Oh, how amusing his roommate would be. The naive type was always the most fun, for they never knew what hit them once they were beaten. However, Sonora did seem more intelligent than the average girl he came across, for it didn't take a genius to know she wanted more than then just a boy that was seemingly perfect. No, she would require far more of him. The only type of girl that was content with his perfect persona was the rich snotty type. They didn't care if there was more to him, for they had no interest in diving deeper. Sonora on the other hand would have to be fooled; he would have to make her believe that there was a genuine person lurking beneath the flawless looks. The only issue with that was the fact that there wasn't. No, the only thing that was behind the character he played was a cold-hearted killer, which only made Sonora's comment all the more ironic. If only she knew that he was only acting for her; putting on a show so that he could win the ultimate prize. He may have not been a big monster with claws, but metaphorically he sure as hell could have been.
"And what makes you so sure of that?" He challenged as she stated so boldly that she wouldn't be afraid. It was something all girls did when they felt that there was something a boy was hiding. That was only because they never thought it could be t h a t bad, that there was no way the boy could actually be a blood thirsty killer. Ha, if only Sonora knew the truth about Celian. Then she would change her mind. But she still apparently believed her to be perfect, according to what she soon then said about him. Really, he felt no need to argue with her. For whatever he said would do little to nothing, actions seemed to be the only thing that would sway this angel of a girl.
"What voice? Well, only y-" The reply of the charming Celian was soon cut off as the door of the dorm burst open aided with the sound of crashing furniture. The decibel of noise was unbearable to the sensitive boy as he sat there, resulting in a loud ringing in his ears. Damn. That was certainly one of the cons of his power. Any overwhelming thing certainly weakened him, but thankfully that usually lasted for only moment. It didn't take too long for him to slink out of his chair, but long enough that Sonora had reached the scene of the crime before him. There he found a boy crashed onto the floor, various debris scattered about him. "Idiot..." Celian muttered quietly as his blue eyes stared down towards the fallen boy. Though thankfully he left soon enough, thanks to the angered Sonora.
"Damn... and I wanted to see you beat him up." Celian said lightly with a laugh in attempt to loosen up the tension that was currently clinging onto the air. "You okay?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 3:26 pm
 «Sonorα M. Ηαrρîsçhord››
Anir picked up her music sheets, the black notes printed on faded yellowed parchment jumping across the pages on bars and scales and every which way. Gladly the boy had decided to clean up the mess he made, at least she wouldn't be in a flying rage if her precious oh-so-precious notes were destroyed. Such papers that she carefully tucked into her bag were an essence to her, self composed songs of richness and beauty unshared to the world and untouched by none. She spun around on her heel to face Celian as if they scene didn't happen, her heels clicking against the floor as she carefully deposited it into the seat beside her. She believed in innocence, she herself was innocent in mind, spirit and body. Never would she have thought that this charming figure in front of her was that of a killer, a hired mercenary. Standing beside her chair, she cast a lazy eye over the scattered room before she responded to Celian's inquiry.
“What makes me think that? Do you really want to know?”
She let the question hang in the air, she had her answer and she had seen it. Oh what a well crafted mask that boy wore, but a woman's intuition is hardly wrong. And staring into those deep eyes of his, reveling in that rich voice, was enough to send a girl crazy. Yes, Sonora had interest in him but something itched at the base of her neck. It tingled down her spine and to her tail bone, an electric current of warning of caution. The sense and intuition of a woman. Never ever wrong and always aided Sonora true, to the top of her head to the soles of her foot. Her voice tumbled out again like midnight silk as she brushed a stray hair away.
“Because I just know.”
Was that enough for him? Hopefully. He was a man. He had a p***s. He probably wouldn't even begin to comprehend. Not that it mattered anyway, very few guys could identify with her. One guy did actually, a very good friend of hers but he left her when they were eight and they never met since. Right now, she was probably boring him and the only having snagged his attention was her voice. With that, the tension was indeed tense as the solidity of the conversation fell upon them in an instant, an oppressive silence.
“Ha, I really would have beat him up. My music notes are precious to me AND I don't like messes. Speaking of which, for a guy, you sure are neat. Are you gay?”
She said it in a light tone as she unconsciously reached out and stroked one of her music sheets. Her tone was casual, light and airy in response to Celian's little joke. Of course, now she was sort of half serious about the last question. No dishes in the sink, clothes fully on, dorm clean(or was) when she came in and he had manners fit to speak with the Queen. Again, her eyes caught his, staring into those depths. Searching, swimming, for whatever lay behind this clever little mask.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:15 pm
c e l i a n ● l o c k e
__________Prince charming
I believe in you
Fairy tales can come true
so I will wait for you____________________________ ✖✖✖●●●
She was really quite the adorable little thing wasn't she. So naive. So innocent. Too bad the pretty little thing would be corrupted by his horrible self in due time. And the best part was that she didn't even know. Sure she probably suspected that he was being fake, but she most likely didn't suspect that he was a killer. No, they never thought of that. Girls only believed that he was a bit too perfect to be real.
"What? You don't think I could genuinely care?" The charming boy replied with a joking smile. It really was a silly question, considering it didn't take a genius to know that she didn't think he was real. Hell, she had even boldly stated that she thought he wasn't. But he would still prove to her that he was, or well he would at least make her think that he was. Think being the key word. "Come on... How could I not care about my beautiful angel?" Oh, the charm never ended. Soon enough she would have to let her get to her, or at least begin to think that it wasn't all a lie.
That's when he started winning.
"You just know?" Such a bold statement. One that only meant there was no hard evidence behind there claim. She was the person that claimed they could kill but didn't have the guts to actually pull the killer. Typical. "Why, my love, how can you be so sure of such a thing?" The boy mused as a smirk overcame his features. "If I really turned out to be a bloody thirsty killer would you really not be afraid?" A laugh then escaped the boy in order to lighten up the somber mood he had just created. His words were only to point out the fallacy in her statement, not to really provoke such thoughts in her head.
The laugh only continued after he heard her finishing statement. Gay? Ha, like he would ever be attractive to a boy. Sure he may have been a bit metro sexual, but gay? Never. "So, if I said I was gay would I then have permission to have my way with you?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:55 pm
«Sonorα M. Ηαrρîsçhord››
There it was. That cold sensation that started off like a p***k at the back of her neck and ran down her spine like a mice scurrying down a ladder, afraid. Now she felt a morbid feeling prickle her skin, causing the hair on her arms to raise and her muscles to tense as his slow and careful, oh so beautiful, words replied to her. She was afraid. Sonora never felt afraid and in this instance, she didn't even know why she would be afraid just sitting there across from this man. After all, it was a pleasant conversation, her coffee mug was drained and the slow fading light of the afternoon bathed the room in a dreamy orange color as the shadows grew long. Maybe there was something behind the perfect facade, something not-so-perfect, something that she didn't know and something she would hardly suspect at all. Genuinely care? Considering it was only a few hours of talking....
“I'm sure you care....”
She said absentmindedly as she swished the last remaining coffee dregs in the cup. Then his next statement threw it all out of proportion. But that was when the charm tipped from believable to just plain unbelievable. How could I NOT care about my beautiful angel?Woah, she was not a little puppy or angel or whatever. This was laying it on wayyyy to thick now, the charm had lost its charm and now it was becoming way too...unsubtle. All this 'oh I care so much' attitude dropped like a stone in Sonora's little head. Move the Queen into place and soon she'll have his King check mated.
Everything about Celian changed in her eyes, he was no more that lovable Prince charming that she had been presented with. He was just an ordinary flirty pretty boy trying to woo another girl over to add to his collection. The sour taste of bile stung the back of her throat as the realization dawned over her. His handsome smirk upon his face used to be endearing in her eyes, but now it was the self confident smirk of a boy too full of himself. Well, she really didn't expect him to understand at all, it was her instinct. And she couldn't explain it beyond 'I just know'. But then his one statement did unnerve her extremely. What if he was a blood thirsty killer....
“I'm sure you aren't...but if you are, you would tell me...right?”
It was the first time a hint of uncertainty bombarded its way through her smooth words as she glanced away quickly before he saw her defenses falling inside of her. His laughter soured the air as she tried to focus her attention on a little stain on the tile. She was glad that his last remark was a bit more lighter as she turned back to face him, sticking her tongue out as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I really don't think you'll ever have your way with me, gay or not.”
Her hand took out a small little can of pepper spray that was tucked under her skirt and she rolled it out on the table. It was a very subtle reminder that she wasn't a woman to be reckoned with.
“So, its afternoon right now. How about we continue this conversation out in like a cafe or restaurant on campus? I dare say I need to know a little more about it.”
Getting up, she fetched her scarf and her messenger bag. She did this for two reasons. One would be the one she stated. The other was because fear was starting to gnaw at the edges of her consciousness and the more and more she stayed with him, the chills intensified with every shift of his fingers. Oh, she tried to calm herself as she threw the scarf around her neck but that little voice inside her head kept prodding her.... Was she going to lose in this game?
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 4:28 pm
c e l i a n ● l o c k e
__________Prince charming
I believe in you
Fairy tales can come true
so I will wait for you____________________________ ✖✖✖●●●
If only that he knew that his compliments were starting to make her only believe him less. It wasn't his fault for being oblivious though. For in his world girl's always swooned when he said such things, whether or not they believed that he meant it. The mentality behind that was, 'I can't believe he's actually saying that to me.' Girl's always liked that, just because they could then point out to their friends that the extremely gorgeous boy over there said that she was pretty, which would then make the girl's pretty little friends be jealous. Sonora, on the other hand, was a differant breed of female. One that Celian was still trying to figure out how to manipulate. Of course it would take much longer for him to be really be able to get her to fall for him, but he would have to at least start having some sort of affect on her soon. At least she was already interested or well... curious, that was a plus.
If only he could read her mind, that would just make everything easier. If he could just read beyond the beautiful gaze of the girl the game would be won in no time. But no, his powers didn't allow him to know what thoughts raced in her mind. Thus making it all the harder for him to know what move to make. Girl's that lacked abilities were easier to control, this girl was obviously a bit more paranoid, which was rather unfortunate for him.
However, she proved to be not quite was paranoid as she should have been, since she doubted the truth behind the statement he had said. Silly girl. "What makes you think I would tell you?" He mused, finding that she suggested such a thing to be rather humorous. They had known each other for what... an hour? Did she honestly think that the time they had shared would cause him to spill his deepest secrets. She really was quite the naive girl wasn't, she? "If there's no hope that I'll have any sort of relationship with you, either friend or romantically, then what incentive do I have to tell you my secrets?" His logic did make sense, as it usually did.
The pepper spray she rolled out only proved him to be right. If she was threatening him with the burning spray then she obviously had no intention to do much of anything with him. Ah well... in due time her opinion would change. Perhaps them getting a change of scenery would help them build their relationship. Ah yes, a romantic moment on the beach or something of that sort. No, that was a bit too ambitious. Well, he would at least show her the way around, hopefully gaining a few points in her eyes. "Whatever you wish." Celian said finally, his usual smile back on his face. "Where would you like to go?"✖✖✖____________________________ __________
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 5:47 pm
«Sonorα M. Ηαrρîsçhord››
As Celian's devious pretty little brain in his pretty little head tried to figure out Sonora's intentions, Sonora's mind was elsewhere. Like trying to find out what she would like to eat of course, such as whether or not she wanted Mexican Food or Italian food. Naïve she was, to take herself away from the tense situation at hand and go on to dwell on more trivial and immediate subjects. You see, Sonora was very much aware of danger around her, hence why she could dislocate a man's arm in about two minutes flat and the reason why she had a spiffy can of awesome pepper spray, but she had a tendency to shove unpleasant things away from her. Besides, the fear stood still in the background as Sonora shook the tremors and focused more on making a friend with her room mate opposed to interrogating him about his secrets and his life.
As her mind began comparing the deliciousness of pasta against burritos, Celian's voice broke her thoughts again as she came out from her very intense choice making. Blinking, Celian made it sound as if he did kill people mercilessly by the way he nonchalantly talked about it and the way he questioned her doubts. As if the Headmistress would put her in the same room with a murderer without telling her...Sonora rolled her eyes in her head thinking about it.
“Oh I don't know. You really don't have to tell me of course since there wouldn't be any equivalent exchange, I have no dark secrets. Maybe one or two, but probably not as deep as the one you keep hinting at. Whatever it is. Don't get me wrong now, you are a very pleasant guy...but just a little intimidating perhaps? For lack of a better term. But wouldn't it be nice if we were bosom buddies? Or at the best acquaintances? Either way we are going to have to live with each other, secrets out or not.”
She remarked fluidly as she threw the messenger bag over one shoulder, checking that her purse was tucked safely inside. Tilting her head towards Celian, she smiled a very sweet smile at him as her eye twinkled. Hmmm, tacos or spaghetti. Oh well, she felt like Italian today as she glanced down at her flat belly and approached the door, her boots clicking against the kitchen floor as she walked. Before she reached the doorknob, her head grabbed the can of pepper spray and she put it back under her skirt and firmly against her thigh.
“I do feel for some Italian, it would be nice. Unless maybe the garlic would be too much for you?”
Sonora ended with a teasing note as she threw back her head a little and chuckled before she remarked casually,
“Do you need to fetch your coat? I can pay for the lunch.All you have to do is provide the company and the directions.”
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