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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 13, 2007 14:51:34 GMT -5
The crackling sound of the fire roaring securely in it's own little home drifted through the air, as if it was comforting all around it. A mass of dark waves fell around the shoulders of a young girl. Her eyelids were closed, but the honey colored eyes underneath of them flickered impatiently. Thoughts of a boy not much older than her roared through her head, pulling a softly smirk onto her face. It caused her skin to cave in slightly at the edge of each smile. Her dimples. She loved them. They made her appear softer and less intimidating than she truly was.
Her legs were folded underneath of her and she wore a crimson red sweater, the sleeves made long enough so that they covered her hands and flared out a little. Her pants were skin-tight and black in color. On the floor in front of the cushioned chair she sat in was a pair of red heels, of course matching her sweater. Her fingers softly fumbled with a diamond necklace that felt cold on the skin of her collar bone. The necklace read Tessy and it was custom made, bought for her by someone extremely important.
Her eyes snapped open and they burned a bright gold, the light of the fire reflecting in them. She yawned and watched as the flame licked at the glass holding it in. Stopping it from causing distruction. Fire was quite the force to be reckoned with. The color of it was burned into her retinas and when she looked away, she saw green and blue spots on everything. "Damn," she whispered to herself. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, she leaned her neck against the back of the chair. She wasn't quite sure of what she was going to do today, so she just decided to wait it out. Besides, it was cold outside and she didn't feel like going to the nearby cemetery.
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Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 13, 2007 15:04:06 GMT -5
Sleepless nights and uneventful days generally resulted in one thing for this poor character, or maybe two; failing grades and full days in the student lounge. One would believe that because of his past incidents that the staff and administrators of the university wouldn’t allow for him to set foot near the school, but that one would be wrong. You see, they didn’t want to shun the male figure out into world unknown where he’d be able to partake in dastardly deeds, they wanted to keep him under their watchful eye. Notices had been sent across the area to those in positions of power, to keep a watchful eye over the young male, but hey! They probably wanted to shun him out too. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and well everyone made mistakes.
No one, not even Jacolby was sure that the death of his professors was entirely a mistake. He’d just have to deal with it. Live and let live, wasn’t that what they said now-a-days? Musing over the quote with hands hidden within his pockets, the male began down a long corridor and eventually made his way into a medium size room, not too far away from what the faculty liked to call the ‘office’. He slid through the door, and made sure to close it behind him as he plopped himself down in a seat that’d been placed across from the window. JC focused on keeping his footsteps silent, and his breaths smooth whilst trying to find a comfort spot and catch a nap. Another’s pain was always more enjoyable when he had some energy. Besides, he had a good two and a half hours before his Literature course; just enough time for a short nap.
“Maybe the problem is the fact that you’re sitting so close to the fire? Ever thought of that one?” A smooth chuckle escaped the male’s lips as his sapphire gaze lingered on the female before him. He slouched down in his seat, and slid his hands onto his legs as he continued to watch her for a moment.
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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 13, 2007 15:37:36 GMT -5
Tessy's neck snapped around as the chuckle ran along her skin, like millions of tiny ants. The space between her eyebrows furrowed and finally the misplaced colors disappeared. She ran her fingers slowly through her hair and looked suspiciously at the boy. She had seen him around campus, but never really knew who he was. She'd heard that he was dangerous, but that didn't bother her. Nothing really did. She swallowed and licked her lips, trying to think of a comeback. That was pretty much what she always did. I mean seriously, if she didn't know someone there probably wasn't a reason to be nice to them. Unless they did something for her. Right now her mind was focused on other things though, so she had to settle on a short, "Nope."
She let out a smooth breath and ran her fingers over the diamonds. Her eyes watched the boy with interest. She never actually got a full explanation from anyone to what this kid did, so she didn't truly know what the fuss was. He didn't look like much. Theresa should know better than to underestimate people, since that was all everyone did to her, but she couldn't help it. Yeah, he was handsome. Actually, he was hot. But that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.
"Who, may I ask, are you?" She raised one eyebrow and unfolded her legs from underneath of her. She crossed her ankles and made little circles on her thighs. It was a habit. Maybe even a nervous movement. She had a few of those. Some she had to fight to hide, while others she couldn't control at all.
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Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 13, 2007 16:04:37 GMT -5
“Maybe you should take that into consideration. And you don’t want to sit too close, you may get burned” As the last words rolled from between his lips, a light smirk took over. JC let his gaze linger on the female for another moment; from her legs, to her waist, to chest and finally face. She was…pretty, but nothing too special. Maybe her personality would make up for it? He doubted it.
Jacolby stifled a yawn, allowing for his eyes to water slightly. “You know, normal people don’t generally sit around in dark rooms, alone,” he stressed the last term, and let his head rest against the back of his seat, comfortably. His choice of words was ironic, no? Especially when considering the fact that he was square in the middle of a gifted community. Yes, a petri dish full of freaks.. wasn't what he'd really call a decent 'home', but he'd have to make due. His left leg bounced slightly as he averted his gave onto the flame behind the female. This character was one for constant movement; he couldn’t just sit around, unless he was well…asleep. And even then he ended up moving around quite a bit. Well, that was what the last one had told him.
“You can ask…” He nodded his head as he spoke, and then licked his lips momentarily, “But I wouldn’t have to answer, now would I?” JC lifted a brow, as his smirk deepened, and eyes began to dance. His name was of no importance, just yet. one couldn't go leaking out valuable information to perfect strangers. Heh, especially is that one was a kay part of the Resistance.
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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 13, 2007 16:21:14 GMT -5
Tessy let out a sharp laugh, it wasn't friendly or even fueled by humor. It was cold and emotionless much like the rest of her. "Don't worry about me. I'm not alone. I've got the voices inside of my head." She turned back to look at the fire. The words she spoke were only half true. She did have voices in her head, the voices of the dead, but they offered no comfort or company whatsoever. She blinked slowly and her eyelids were heavy. This boy's intentions weren't hostile, so she worried no more. She didn't linger on things long. Especially things that weren't important to her.
Without looking at the boy, she spoke again. "Fine. I suppose your name isn't important." This boy was good. His remarks were cynical, like Tessy's. He didn't care what people thought. She could tell. He just had that feel to him. The feeling of an ice-cold heart and a black hole of emotions. Something happened to him at a young age. Either that, or he was twisted. Theresa was betting on both.
Soft whispers ripped through her mind like the wind, but quieted quickly. She didn't want to hear them. The souls of the long gone and newly deceased. She could raise them for fun and as a necessity. She needed to raise the dead at least once a week because if she ignored it, she would raise random dead things. Like roadkill or fresh seafood at the market. She felt his gaze on her body and was tongue-tied. She had nothing to say and that was rare. If he wasn't going to tell her something as insignificant as his name, would he tell her anything. She decided to get right to the point. There was no point in talking to someone who didn't want anything. "Is there something you need?"
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Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 13, 2007 16:44:54 GMT -5
“You speak as if I came right into this room and started to bother you,” he straightened up in his chair, assuming that he wouldn’t be catching a wink of sleep any time soon. No matter, he’d entertain himself with the female before him. So far, she was interesting enough, soon JC found himself wondering if her face became blotchy once she cried. The effects of extreme sorrow were different on all. Some loss the color that was once upon their cheeks and other’s gained some. Few became breathless, and many could wail endlessly, it was all a matter of personality he presumed. “When, on the contrary, if was you who disturbed me.”
Jacolby’s eyes dilated at the mention of voices, and took all that he had to suppress a laugh, though the same smirk did withhold upon his features. “Sounds exciting, cupcake.” He paused, allowing for his sentence to sink in before continuing, “But will the voice be capable of protecting you?” It was somewhat of a rhetorical question, for there was no way that a voice could physically protect someone. If he was to advance on her at that very moment, JC doubted that the female would be able to defend herself. Hmm… Oh there he went, giving himself ideas, again.
He leaned forward, elbows now upon his thighs, as he stared blankly into the fire, gaze shifting toward the girl every once and a while. “Are you trying to use some sort of reverse psychology on me?” By this point his intention was solely on her. The male’s body was angled toward his left, eyes focused on those of the other occupants, mind in a completely different time frame and place. His thoughts on her were still borderline; she was trying to manipulate him… he had to give her respect for trying, but the fact that she was trying to manipulate him, wasn’t really working for her. A win/lose sort of deal, if you will.
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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 13, 2007 16:58:55 GMT -5
She shook her head, her hair bouncing softly. "Alas. I was here first. You spoke with me first." She cleared her throat silently, "I would not have spoken with you if you hadn't opened your mouth." Her voice had a hint of angry, but angry she was not. It was just how she spoke to people who were utterly confusing. That's it. He was confusing her. That was one thing she tried not to be. Confused. But somehow it always happened. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but she was intelligent.
She suddenly was staring at the boy. It was as if her whole mind filtered everything out but him. Cupcake? Was he crazy? Well, she actually had already assumed he was, by the way people spoke of him in hushed tones. She took in a sharp breath, blinking long eyelashes at him. It wasn't on purpose. It was just her. She couldn't help it. The rhetorical question took her by surprise, like running into a brick wall that you were absolutely sure wasn't there before. She answered it despite it being obvious. Protecting? Why would they need to protect her? This guy is a maniac. "Of course they can't protect me. Although my corpses can."
She didn't assume everyone at the school knew what she could do, but it's not like she hid it from everyone. No one asked so she didn't tell. It wasn't a secret. Nothing about her life was. Except for the fact that she's always wanted to hurt her parents in more ways than one.
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Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 13, 2007 17:17:23 GMT -5
Yes, he might have spoken to her first, but Jacolby hadn’t necessarily been the first to speak. If his memory still stood, it’d been the female’s damn that had stirred him, and averted his original path from a two-hour nap and onto the one of light conversation. A nonchalant shrug caused for his shoulders to roll gently underneath his navy blue and white blazer; he’d let it drop. There would be no point in arguing over who disturbed who, JC knew who was right. The stranger could either get with the program or resort to only having those voices in that pretty little head of hers to keep her company.
This time he couldn’t stifle a chuckle as he took in her expression. It wasn’t enough to bring him much pleasure, but still entertaining all the same. He shook his head, slightly disappointed as she proceeded to answer his inquiry. Soon enough, she’d learn that one shouldn’t have paid a mind to half of the shit that he said; either it’s make no sense to those who didn’t quite know him, or he’d aggravate someone. Usually, Colby prayed for the latter, but the he’d become used to the first after time. “Corpses?” As he repeated the terms, his voice grew cold for no reason in particular, “So, you like to play games with the dead. Is that it?” The male’s eyebrow arose once more, as his eyes traveled back down her body. Never in a million years would he have guessed.
The power didn’t quite suit her. It was too… morbid for a female of her appeal. Eh, but that’s where not judging a book by its cover played in. Now that the thought was in mind, JC could see it all. He could image the girl prancing around in cemeteries during the late/early hours of the day/night. That couldn’t be too safe, now could it? He’d have to look into that one once he got the chance. J slid to the edge of his seat, eyes now their normal size, arms still rested upon his legs.
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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 13, 2007 17:52:43 GMT -5
A look slid behind her eyes that was hard to decipher, but it was certainly close to disgusted. She shook her head, "Playing games? I really don't think that's the best term." She let out a sharp breath, "If I don't use my gift I will start raising not only corpses, but hell." She smirked softly. She knew that expression. He didn't think she was the type to screw with the dead. As a matter of fact, she wasn't. Before her gift, she had no interest in the dead whatsoever. It was all in her brother, whom she loved more than the parents who gave birth to her.
Ever since her brother died, she turned into a hard-ass who would be the type to mess with corpses. She knew no regret, no guilt, no remorse. The dead were the only who understood her. The only who could relate to her. Some wished to seek revenge on the living, some wished to live again. Sometimes death seemed more appetizing than life to Theresa, but that was only when she was truly down in the dumps.
"Lemme guess about you. You can..." She rolled her eyes as if trying to think of something really important, even though it wasn't, "toy with people's emotions? Nah." She blinked very quickly, "Something to cause people pain?" Those were her guesses, even though she didn't know anything about this boy besides what he showed her. He seemed evil in a sense or ruthless. She liked it and that scared her.
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Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 13, 2007 18:15:57 GMT -5
Jacolby dropped his head and placed a hand behind his neck in a futile attention to release the tension that resided between his shoulders. He drew in a breath and then exhaled, taking in her every word, “It isn’t? Well then what is?” The male would like to hear who she described this little talent of hers. Perhaps he’d be able to use her wordings for future reference. JC picked his gaze up from the beige carpet underneath his feet as she continued on, a grin crawling onto his features as he did so, “Sounds like you have your hands full with that one.” Honestly, there wasn’t much more to say on the fact.
“Unfortunately, I can’t control pheromones. That sexual stimulation that you’re feeling right now is all natural,” basically, this was his way of shooting down her first guess. Chuckling yet again, the Bytes son, shifted in his seat, so that his back was relaxing into the chair. After a moment of deliberation, he stretched an arm all the way toward the girl and held out his palm for her to take. Talk was cheap, and he could show and do so much more with his actions. JC might not have had the most powerful abilities known to man, but he knew how to work well with what he’d been dealt.
She wasn’t too far off with her second guess. Though poison touch and disintegration were only mediocre on their own, when added onto elasticity, things became slightly more dangerous. He could take out an enemy from a mile away, whilst staying seated. Grinning smugly, he parted his lips to speak, and his voice escaped rather smoothly…his words were almost, alluring. “I can do plenty of things. But why don’t you come over here so that you can experience them up close and personal?” His eyes traveled from his hand and back to her face as he awaited a decision.
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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 14, 2007 12:35:34 GMT -5
Theresa had ignored the comment about the phermones earlier, because he couldn't do anything that would bring out a weak emotion in her. Embarassment was weak. She'd learned that over the years. That one emotion can cloud you mind, much like panic. Though it did bring something of a giggle from her throat. If anything, she would have played off of the comment but now she was puzzling over his hand.
Miss Zivick ground her teeth together, because she certainly had nothing better to do at that moment. Something lay in his touch. She could feel it. She just didn't know what to do about, and how much that something might hurt her. It couldn't be too bad. Or so she thought. She reached out her hand, hesitantly, and lingered over the warmth emanating from his palm. /What to do? What to do?/ She let go of all of her paranoia and laid her palm softly on his.
At first her mind didn't register what she was seeing. When her eyes adjusted she ran her gaze up the length of his arm. "Holy shit," was all that escaped from her mouth. She sat there, staring at her hand which was laying neatly in his. Now that was different. Useful, but different. Elasticity, how intriguing? A small smile graced her pink lips as she watched, or seemingly, stared. Staring was rude and that thought snapped her out of her daze. "Elasticity, aye? That's wonderful, but what I don't get it," she furrowed her brow, "how that could cause someone pain."
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Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 14, 2007 13:00:46 GMT -5
Ah, this female was so simple minded. Did she seriously believe that this silly ability was all that he had up his delicately rolled sleeves? Surely, she had to know that there was something more because of all the hype about him rolling around the campus. Then again, he'd never let his name slip; therefore, she didn't have the slightest clue who she was conversing with. No matter, this one would figure out in due time. That or lead a life of obliviousness. Jacolby searched her face for a moment, before he closed his palm over hers and began at retracting his limp, pulling her closer into him. He remained silently until the female stood right before him, question still dancing around within those beautiful eyes that she possessed.
A chuckle rolled from between JC's lips at her profanity. Ech, she was evidently a slow one, to have noticed the length of his arm a good thirty seconds after he'd extended it. Generally, his elasticity didn't go unnoticed, but maybe it was the lighting in this particular room, or the lack thereof? Hm, he'd have to go with that one.
"It sounds like you're asking for me to actually hurt you," as his dialect escaped, his sincere smile vanished only to be replaced with a more sardonic smirk. JC scooped up to the edge of his seat, now watching her rather closely. Truly there was no way for him to go about just hurting her. If the male was to release a poison into her bloodstream, sooner or later it'd kill her. And well, there weren't too many versions of disintegration out there. Maybe if he took it light? Eh, the male could barely control that one, and as if that wasn't enough the thought of actually killing her was beginning to entertain him.
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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 14, 2007 13:12:11 GMT -5
A small shudder ran the length of Theresa's body, as she stared down at the crazy man. He had a smooth tongue, and it was working. Tessy tensed, but no one would notice unless they were extremely talented at picking up the slightest movements or emotions. She regained her composure, staring into those hypnotizing eyes, the perfect features. Yup. This one certainly had something wrong with him. God didn't put sexy beings on earth to live for just pleasure. There was always something sadistic is everyone, just more so in some.
She shrugged, a light move. A shrug that meant everything and nothing all at the same time. How is that possible? Beats me. She spoke with a soft tone, as if the words were more intimate than they should have been. "I like a little pain." She smirked but it wasn't happy. No. It was evil. Down right scary. See. Tessy, a pretty girl of only 21 could be down right frightening when she needed to be. Of course, she wouldn't be scaring this young man anytime soon. "What about you? You like a little pain in your life?"
She watched as if nothing else mattered at that moment. He had other powers. Of course. Elasticity wasn't amazing enough for him to me thought of as dangerous. He had a gift that could kill. Something that would make someone shiver even at the thoughts of it. Maybe at first it wouldn't seem so bad, but in the end, everything is fatal. No matter how you look at it, everything can be a weapon.
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Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 14, 2007 13:58:59 GMT -5
JC’s eyes dilated at the female’s response. He stared at her, silently for a moment, before taking the initiative to pull her in closer toward him with that delicate hind of hers. Once she was within reach, he took her other hand in his as his blue orbs returned to their normal size. The male was giving himself a moment to soak this all in. He thought back to his younger years with the ‘Father’ and then the whole incident with his blood relatives. Pain. In all reality, he hadn’t felt an ounce of it in quite a while. Sure, there were those physical plunders here and there, but in the last seven or so years, Jacolby had come across anyone or anything that could bring him true, agony. Perhaps this was the reason that he went about stirring up hell for others? If so, then he made little sense. Then again, so did going around and harming innocent civilians.
At the thought of those ‘innocent’ civilians, JC emitted a mocking chuckle. Nothing nor no one in this place was innocent. How could any being be free of moral wrongs; without sin; pure? It was impossible. Sad thought, but yes. Only those whose minds weren’t correctly tuned into the real world could be what one would call, imply freed from the responsibility of having done wrong. In his book, the term ‘innocent’ was obsolete. There was no need for such a word to exist. Yet, here he sat expecting nothing but purities from the female before him.
“A little pain?” Colby cocked an eyebrow as his words lingered in air, “I doubt that I could help you out with that one. My specialty lies along the lines of agony.” A shrug grazed his shoulders. He ignored her question, though he did give it some thought.
ooc; ack. bad post, homie. sorry. ^^;
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Post by Theresa Zivick on Aug 14, 2007 14:14:42 GMT -5
She licked her lips, taking them into her mouth for a split second and when they emerged they were a little more red than they had been before. She raised one eyebrow when she was brought closer to him. It didn't bother her. He was aggressive. That was definitely a turn-on. A big one. She concealed the smile that tried to push its way to the surface. She thought that he already knew that she was attracted to him, but she didn't want any more leak out.
They were now oddly close. It was a little weird, because this was the first time she had ever actually met him. As a matter of fact, she still didn't really /know/ him. She hadn't even heard his name. When she was this close to a man she didn't know it meant that she had no moral ground. Maybe it was true. Maybe she just couldn't control her hormones. She was so busy trying to hide her feelings, thoughts, that she didn't even think about controlling the beast inside of her. The beast that wanted men in every way.
"Agony! Isn't it just a word? Pain comes in many different shapes and sizes." She winked, "I can take it. Remember? I can play with the dead." Her smile changed into something just short of solemn, "I feel their pain. I've gotten used to it." She leaned slightly back into his hands, but her eyes were all for him.
outofchelsea;; mine wasn't all that great either.
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