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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 21, 2008 21:49:41 GMT -5
Storm sitting in a corner of the corridor, a few people walked by gazing at the odd state she was in, her clothes plain black, chains hanging from her black jeans. Her now jet black hair falling in her face, while her ususaly light make up was now dark accentuating the dark bags under her hairs, it was even scarier in contrast to her chalky pale skin. She literally looked like a sorceress pulled out of a Gothic horror movie. Someone had dared to test her a few moments ago, trying to mock her, however she sent them scurrying away with a glare and a hiss. Her hand was gliding across her notebook, words pouring onto her page. Her anger and exhaustion leaking into her writing as she glared almost as if trying to burn a hole right through it. Her teeth gnawing together in frustration, she was going mad, life had taken an abrupt turn for the worse, but she would have to deal with the consequences her own way.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 22, 2008 14:58:29 GMT -5
Emilian stopped in his tracks when he saw the dark figure sitting in the bend of the corridor. Then he grinned, but stayed a safe distance from her. He could tell she was angry, possibly even hurt, and that knowledge stopped him from walking on by. Their last meeting hadn't been the best and he had left her angry himself. "My, my, aren't we looking beautifully dark today?" he said, his hands in his pockets. There was a general air of ease around him, ever since the time he had spent with Adara in the Room of Requirement he had been the most calm as he had been since coming to the school.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 22, 2008 21:43:21 GMT -5
She looked up seeing who it was a string of profanities issued from her lips.
"What do you want?" she snarled not standing up, she didn't really care about not being un-ladylike, at the moment she was breaking all the rules she was supposed to follow.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 22, 2008 21:46:32 GMT -5
Emilian tilted his head to the side, still grinning, and ignored the horrid names she had called him, "Do you really want me to answer that question my dear?" He had nearly called her princess again, but it didn't seem right to do so when Adara had so thoroughly taken over that title.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 22, 2008 21:57:07 GMT -5
She snarled, and crossed her arms not really caring about his answer, but hearing him talk would at least keep her distracted, maybe she could take out her anger on him.
"Humor me." she growled in mock interest.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 22, 2008 22:01:04 GMT -5
Emilian lay a hand on his stomach and gave a sigh, "Well, right now, I'd love to have a certain beautiful girl in my arms, in the Room of Requirement preferably. Let her do some exploring." His eyes sparkled, it was the truth, that was what he wanted. Now which girl he was talking about he left open for interpretation.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 22, 2008 22:08:32 GMT -5
She just glared, after their little talk in the Room of Requirements she doubted he was talking about her, however she would just go along with it.
"Let me guess, she's like the goddess Aphrodite, love and beauty, she very active, innocent and naive, your perfect prey." she said sarcastically, everything about him st her on edge because of him Chase was no longer existent in her life.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 22, 2008 22:14:13 GMT -5
"She's more like a Princess, locked up and finally let out, innocent and naive, yet intensely curious," he said, then flashed a smile, "Not to mention great in bed." Emilian's blood was burning just thinking about the whole encounter. "Besides, she is in no way prey, she asked for everything I gave her."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 22, 2008 22:21:16 GMT -5
She got up she couldn't believe that who would want to go to Emilian willingly, she looked away, she herself had, but that was different.
"I doubt that, I'm sure she's just trying to castrate you, knowing you, you mis-interpret everything." she was gritting her teeth now, not sure why she was angrier.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 22, 2008 22:32:00 GMT -5
Emilian smirked, "You'd be surprised, she did ask, she practically melted in my arms." He might just have to search her out sooner than he had thought if that day kept replaying in his mind like it was. He wondered if Lucretia could see in his eyes what was going through his mind. It made his eyes sparkle to think of it.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 23, 2008 21:30:21 GMT -5
She couldn't bare listening to him.
"Bullnuts." she spat, her fists balled at her sides. She needed to control herself, that means getting rid of Emilian, not a simple task.
"Your nothing more than a worthless, self-obsessed, sadistic, piece of nuts, who has nothing better to do than prey on girls virtues, why can't you do everyone a favor and just die, your worse than I ever was..." she took a huge breath, struggling not to do something she would regret.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 23, 2008 21:36:03 GMT -5
"Well, if Chase has his way, then he'll do the favor for me, but until then," Emilian said, grinning at the reaction he was getting. "How exactly am I worse than you ever were?" He had never betrayed a friend. He hadn't preyed on anyone's virtues, at least not since Savannah, but he had practically forgotten that incident, it had been nothing more than to prove that she wasn't the one in control.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 23, 2008 21:52:39 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, sure he didn't have to physically do anything, but ever since he got here bridges that she built had been destroyed in a second.
"I don't have to answer to you." she snarled her eyes going dangerously Grey. She was over-reacting, but she didn't care, at the moment she was content believing that everything was his fault, even before she knew him, she blamed him for her childhood, or at least people like him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 23, 2008 21:57:12 GMT -5
"Let me guess," Emilian said, eyes sparkling. "You won't be getting any more entertainment from Firebrand?" He didn't remember her being as mad as she was even back in the Room of Requirement. "Did you get turned down by the person you so foolishly cared about?" He didn't know for sure about her feelings for Chase, but he wasn't afraid to assume.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 23, 2008 22:01:49 GMT -5
She looked away, and closed her eyes telling herself to calm down, her balled hands relaxed as she looked back at him blankly.
"You wouldn't understand, entertainment isn't everything Emilian, thats something the capacity of your mind will never comprehend." she said icily, her eyes slightly narrowed.
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