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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 16, 2010 10:22:53 GMT -5
Typical school yard bullies, she said to herself, she really shouldn't have asked for them to stop as it only gave them more fodder. "I do believe that I'll leave my status of taken or not as a mystery. Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life. Walter Scott." She would not dignify the answering of could he taste her hair. If he did she'd be in the loo for the next few days with a rough bar of soap before she was satisfied that her hair had been cleaned enough.
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 18, 2010 9:58:50 GMT -5
"She's single," Xavier said, letting go of her hair. He walked around in front of the girl and looked at her. "Eight," he said.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 18, 2010 9:58:54 GMT -5
Xander looked at her butt. "Nine," he said. "That's four apiece." They laughed at the joke.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 18, 2010 10:19:40 GMT -5
Willow allowed her eyebrow to rocket above her eye, as she decided what they were doing. The objectification of women in their culture was a distressing one. That men could so casually assign a woman a number, and say that it represented their 'do' ability, was a sign that they did not respect women even though they demanded the opposite.
Willow looked the boy up and done, stopping at his face, particularly where the talking was coming from, "two." She stepped around, and looked at his backside a moment too, "I'll give it a 9 as well. Unfortunately, I prefer talking, and the two." She sighed as she came back to the front, "well even with two of you it's only a four. And that just doesn't fit my bill."
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 19, 2010 0:24:01 GMT -5
Xavier grinned at his brother. "Nine and a half for spunk," he said.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 19, 2010 0:24:09 GMT -5
"What's your name?" Xander asked. "Because I'll be screaming it later." He returned his brother's grin. "You can just scream God."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 19, 2010 0:39:31 GMT -5
Tag team bullies were fairly obvious to predict, and though she hadn't been bullied in several years, some signs were obvious. They acted together as a unit to take on their prey, without the other they were helpless, and she assumed it was more so because "Well God, you can call me Achtland," she plucked her book out of one of their hands.
"When one of you wants to talk to me alone, I'm open to the options." Achtland was a Celtic Goddess queen whom no mortal man could satisfy, she took a giant from the faery realm as her mate. Legends say that she took great pleasure combing his long, hair.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 28, 2010 23:43:39 GMT -5
Xander sneered. "I don't like Achland. It sounds like a bad sneeze." He made an example by sneezing the name. "I'll call you Candy instead because you're sweet and sour."
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 28, 2010 23:43:43 GMT -5
Xavier laughed again. "You can call me God too," he said. It had worked for his brother. They looked at each other, then he looked at Candy. "I'll go with you. My brother God can wait."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 23:50:52 GMT -5
Willow inwardly wilted at the nickname, it sounded like a stripper's nickname. She also hadn't expected them to actually agree to splitting up, after all they had seemed more like a single unit rather than spare parts. Willow slid her book into her satchel, "well God, when I talk to you it's in confessional, so you'll have to wait until I have something to confess." Not that she was going to be doing anything worth confessing that they would ever know about, but she was hoping that they would leave her alone of their own accord. "And being late to class isn't a reason for confessions."
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Mar 1, 2010 0:06:40 GMT -5
"I can give you something to confess," Xavier volunteered. He looked at his brother to tell him to go. They hadn't gotten anywhere with little sister so that didn't count.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Mar 1, 2010 0:06:44 GMT -5
Xander glared at his brother, but walked away. At least one of them could get something. Next time would be his turn.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 0:31:00 GMT -5
Willow watched as one of the brother's wandered off, her hand tightening on her satchel, she could guess his implications. "It's really alright," she glanced him over, "I'm into guys much more... subtle than you." And into guys that weren't bullies. She was glad that her book was safely absconded in her satchel where they couldn't get it, and her classroom was right ahead of her, if she could free herself.
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Mar 1, 2010 0:40:52 GMT -5
"I can be subtle," Xavier said. "You didn't even see me look you over that time." He grinned again. "What's your name? I'll know if you're lying. I know if you've been bad or good, too."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 0:50:48 GMT -5
"So be good for goodness sake?" The Christmas carol was not very subtle, and showed more about the person then. "My name is Willow." And that was all they were going to be getting out of her today, she really did need to make class, and couldn't afford to be late, even if the witty byplay was intriguing if not simultaneously threatening.
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