[macabre] dreams

[JC Bytes.]

Did she truly have to exclaim? Jacolby resisted the urge to drop her hands in order to message his temples. He’d ever been a big fan of loud noises, unless they were well…screams. The male didn’t enjoy overly-audible sobs or rather excited dialogue, it gave him headaches and reminded him too much of the past. True, he did take a bit of a liking to her excitement toward the whole ‘pain’ factor, but the male just didn’t fancy loud noises, or loud people for that matter. He tried his hand at controlling his expression, all the while keeping his eyes locked upon the female before him.

[because of ed’s influence]
Finally, JC stood to his feet and folded Tessy’s hands behind her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “To each his or her own, but I personally that pain is just a word,” his voice was no where above a whisper, if anything it was so much closer to inaudible, then whisper it’s self. The male concealed a smirk as he watched her lick her own lips. Why do that when his were only an inch away, he didn’t know. All the same Colby was a guy who generally acted upon his impulses, and he’d suddenly found the urge within himself to kiss her.

And so he did. The man tightened his hold upon her palms as he finally leaned forward and downward in order to press his mouth against hers. At this point a tingly sensation [haha tingly] was edging down his arms and into his palms. Funny, how he got himself into these kinds of situations, without even knowing the other’s name. As it went, titles/names weren’t important unless you planned on meeting up with the other once more. Generally, that wasn’t the case but there was a first time for everything…right?

[Theresa Zivick]

The kiss caught Tessy by surprise and she took in a sharp breath. Her eyelids fluttered like captured butterflies and thousands of thoughts ran through her head. /Who is this guy?/ The thought died in her mind quickly. Her eyes tried to focus on the boy's face, but he was too close. Hmm. When was the last time a stranger kissed her? Never. Well. That wasn't exactly true. She had a few 'flings' while she lived on the street and none of them were just kissing. She had to find away to live and sex sells.

Tingling? She felt it, in her fingers as well. It scared her enough that she jumped slightly, but not enough to pull away from the kiss. This man was hot and this may be the only chance she gets to make out with some random guys. Her heart was a flutter, not because she felt anything for this guy, but because she hadn't been interacting with any guys in Black Briar since she moved in. Her hands tensed in and her fingers convusled in between JC's fingers.

Since her eyes weren't focusing she decided against getting a major headache. She closed her eyes and pushed into the kiss softly. She wasn't planning on going the whole nine yards, but hey, you never know. She couldn't control anything except the dead. And this guy? He sure as hell wasn't dead. Not the dead that she could talk to. His soul was probably long gone, pieces of it getting ripped away from traumatizing things. Tessy could just feel it. His past, it definitely wasn't picture perfect.

[JC Bytes.]

Obviously she wasn't quite grasping the concept of just how dangerous he indeed was...or was she just another diabolical mastermind that was trying to get on his good side in order to spare her own life? That would have been an ingenious movie, if the female was actually traveling along that path. Heh, she would have been selling her soul to the devil for life. Now wasn't that ironic considering the fact that it was only God who could saver her now and that it was also only god who could grant life? He mused over the inquiry as he continued to suck her face passionately press his lips to hers, smirked the whole time. Ah, but a simple kiss could only entertain a man for so long, this especially applied to Jacolby M. Bytes. After a moment he dropped one of her palms and placed his now free hand onto the square of back as he began to maneuver around.

There were no true couches within lounge, no 'real' tables, for the ones standing in the middle of the floor were just simple illusions, and well it went without saying that there would be no bed within his vicinity. Not that he was planning on getting into anything too serious with this one, but it was also good to have some sort of working space and the floor just wasn't going to do. That left a few other options,but only one stuck out within his mind... How about up against the wall? Oh, that one would be priceless.

Jc turned, angling his body toward the obstruction and soon enough, after a few careful steps, he had the female pressed into it, his mouth still upon hers. He kept the same fingers upon her back, and decided to drop her other hand in order to pin his up against the paneling, near her head. Basically, he had her pinned and was planning on allow her the next three seconds to make her call on the next mood. It wouldn't be too fair if he got to decide on all of the shots that pertained to the two of them, right? Eh, sooner or later people would have to realized that life wasn't...fair.

ooc;; -dance- this is my 50^th post, homie. ;]

[Theresa Zivick]

The minute her back touched the cool wall she shivered, still in JC's grasp. This was just foreplay, and that's probably all that it would amount to. Being the ruthless bitch that she is, she still has moral grounds. She would get down and dirty unless she at least knew this guy's name. Maybe she would ask. Once their tongues were out of each other's throats. Just that one thought brought a soft giggle out of her. The one movement brought their lips away and from a few centimeters she could still feel the feeling of his lips on hers. A lingering presence as if they never had really pulled apart.

She was breathless and that didn't come often. Actually it was a nice feeling. It helped her believe that she wasn't a total sociopath. She didn't really want to become crazy, but she knew she was on her way and she couldn't help it. Sometimes she wished she was normal, and that her family was normal, and that she didn't have to be a freak as well as be surrounded by them. But wishes rarely come true. You can pray to God all you want, but his angels are taking messages and forgetting. Forgetting to tell him that you want your life saved. Forgetting to tell him that you need guidence for a problem that may turn out to be a life or death situation.

She finally regained control of her hands and moved them slowly up his back. She made small circles with her fingers and the soft material of his shirt felt good on the tips of her pale fingers. At that moment she was utterly confused. Confused about how this mysterious man got her to act this way. Confused about why he didn't tell her his name. Confused about why he seemed dangerous, why he spoke like a serial killer or something close to that. Whatever. Tessy was dangerous herself. Just in different ways.

[JC Bytes.]

Ah, another surprise, she'd yet to stop him. Jacolby was beginning to grow fonder of this girl with every passing moment, and not just because she was allowing for him to fondle her lower half. She wasn't average, heh well that went without saying considering the fact that he was smack dab in the middle of a gifted community. Eh... at the though a wave of deja vu washed through his body, causing for him to falter. Weird. That didn't happen to him too often, and well neither did finding a girl who'd catch his personal interests. Yes, there were plenty of other females that he toyed around with, hundreds, possibly, who knew what it felt like to be someone special for a single night, if even that much. But, none of them had truly caught his eye. He hadn't looked forward to their next words, as he'd been doing thus far with this one.

There was a first time for everything he supposed, though how long this would last was beyond his knowledge. JC didn't move his head from it's original position once she pulled away from him. If anything, he simply, titled his face downward in order to stare at the floor and sort out a few of those pesky thoughts running around within that screwed up head of his. Once the male got his barrings, he peered back onto the female's face once more, scrutinizing her expression for some sort of...reaction. What she was giving off right now still wasn't enough. It was evident that the stranger was remotely pleased, but as mentioned a moment before, it wasn't enough.

Though the circular patterns upon his backside were sending him signals, Colby decided to deny his raging hormones and straightened up. He removed his hands from the small of her back, and the blockade behind her, before grabbing at the finger tips that were upon his back, and gently pulling them forward. "I believe that we got off topic." An innocent smirk adorned his features as he peered over his shoulder and toward the fire, all the while mentally slapping himself. This wasn't how once proved that they were...

deadly.

[Theresa Zivick]

Miss Zivick averted her gaze to her bare feet, which still tingled from the the action between her and the boy, of whom still neglected to tell her his name. It's not like he could speak anyway, what with Tessy sucking on his face. She was clearly disappointed with the fact that they had stopped but they needed to. JC was supposed to be showing her just how dangerous he truly was. Their little scene wasn't helping much. The thought brought her to look at his face, which still hadn't moved away and that meant that she couldn't focus without killing her eyesight. Screw it.

She looked past him at the fire, which he was looking so intently at. What was on his face? What was the emotion swimming through his eyes? Did it even matter? Probably not. Her mouth didn't seem to be working right and she had to try twice before the words flowed sweetly from her mouth, "I suppose so." She blinked softly and sidestepped JC so that she was standing beside him now. She had wriggled her fingers out of his grasp and padded silently towards the chair she had been sitting on. Her hips swayed all on their own, without her willing them to move so sensually.

She turned on her heels, flopping gracefully onto the couch instead of the chair. Her bangs covering one honey eye as well as half of her forehead. "So what was it we were doing before..." Her voice died in her throat, because she didn't really wish to mention what had just happened. She wasn't ashamed, no, it was great but she didn't feel the need to say it out loud.

[JC Bytes.]

He slid on his heel causing for his body to complete a half-circle and for his back to become pressed upon the wall. Following suit, Jc continued to let his gaze linger on the flames that danced within the fireplace as he folded his arms over his chest and placed a foot upon the wall. After a moment, the male allowed for his head to drop and for his lids to shut as he rendered himself to his thoughts. In this same pose, he remained silent for a full two minutes before lifting his eyes back onto the odd companion and allowing for a faint smirk to slither upon his features.

"Before?" Innocence danced along within his eye as he dared to take a step forward "Oh, I was about to show you one of my other abilities," for some reason the rather eccentric character chuckled lightly as he surveyed his surroundings. He had to be looking for something that could easily be forgotten; an object whose absence would undoubtedly go unnoticed. Maybe a lamp would do? Or maybe that chair in the corner? Hell, all of it could go, it wasn't as if many students decided to spend their free-time with the lounge anyway. Majority knew that this was where he generally was during the morning hours, and sometimes within the night. With this knowledge in mind; who would want to slip into a dark room where they knew that a serial killer sometimes rested? In truth, no one. No one except for the female who was so unchastely swishing before him.

Without further hesitation, JC rolled up his right sleeve and slid his hand across a few paintings that were sitting sporadically along the walls. Upon his touch, the turned to what one may have perceived as ash, and fell to the floor. This power in particular did happen to cause for his palm to burn slightly, but he could handle it. 'Twasn't like with the poison, which only caused for his hand to tingle. Though the initial reaction that his body received from the fluid wasn't much on it's own, the after affects were rather painful. Generally his arm would sear through the night and for the remains of his soul to wither. At times, he felt like the damned rose off of the Beauty and the Beast; slowly he was losing himself but unlike the movie it was no one else's fault, but his own.

[Theresa Zivick]

Miss Zivick watched with wide eyes as the painting fell to the floor in nothing more than a pile of ashes. Her mouth parted in a sort of an Ooh position, her lips still pinker than normal from their little make out session. "Disintegration? Now that's dangerous." She smiled, a small flirtatious smile. Her hormones hadn't ceased acting up, because they weren't fully fed at that moment. This boy was more dangerous than she was, and putting that together with sexiness didn't help one bit.

She stood, stalking back over to the painting. She knelt down on one knee. She held out her hand over the ash, and what felt like heat emanated from the small pile. She seemed to stare at it as if she couldn't truly believe it. She had never seen anything reduced to a small pile of remains. She looked up and got a full view of the length of Jacolby's body. The long line of his body made him seem taller than her really was. Not that he wasn't taller than Tessy, because he was. Theresa was short and she loved it. She loved having to lean on her tip-toes to kiss guys, she loved being able to be wrapped up in their arms and feel small and extremely protected.

She stood slowly, watching Jacolby's face all the way up. When she was standing straight she still had to tilt her head up to look at him straight in the face. She flicked her honey brown eyes back down to the ash and then right back to the boy. "So. Is there anything else you can do?" She raised her eyebrows, "Anything else to woo me with?" She giggled softly, but yet again it held nothing.

[JC Bytes.]

By this point he was becoming accustomed to her reactions. Perhaps, he wasn't the craziest one out there for enjoying the ability to bring others onto their knees in various ways, but maybe it was...her? After all, the male personally saw it that those who were masochistic were two times worse than those who were sadistic, only because the want and need to hurt ones own self was...weird in a since, that and the fact that she was still sitting before him able to speak. Then again, who was he to talk? The male doted spilling another's blood upon pavement, the process even brought a little martyrdom to his own body, yet he still enjoyed it. Ah, whatever, he couldn't judge. Only God could, and we all know that JC wasn't anywhere close to a godly figure. He continued to brush his hands across a few more idle pieces of furniture. Within moments the room was partially empty, and his usual blank expression had returned onto his features. Jacolby paused in his movements in order to allow Tessy a moment to scrutinize his work; would that be good enough for her? Undoubtedly, it wasn't. She wanted to see more, maybe even feel a burning sensation throughout her body. The woman was a weirdo, after all. Seriously, she spoke to the dead on the regular basis. [xDD]

A smooth chuckle escaped his throat as he stepped in closer to this girl and wrapped his arms around her. "I may have a few more tricks up my sleeves." A playful wink ensued and he made sure to only grip upon the cloth clad to her back, lightly. If he'd grasp with too much force, he'd probably end up touch her skin and most likely scarring her for life. Now, that wouldn't be too good. He was just beginning to like her. Besides, there was no need for him to use his genetic mutations for those one. Once his fingertips returned to normal, he'd pretty much have everything covered. Wooing her could be taking care of easily...and naturally.

Jacolby leaned forward to kiss her again, his hormones still raging from their slightly physical encounter from beforehand, though he hadn't been enough to truly get him going. He pulled at Tessy's backside, bringing her in closer to him, getting rid of that free space that lingered between the two as he deepened this kiss for a moment, and then pulled away once again. Eh, he was just playing games with her now for there was nothing more to do. JC gave her bum a little squeeze before pulling away and sliding towards the doors. He'd be making his exit soon enough, swapping spit with odd females in a student lounge could only entertain one for so long.

[Theresa Zivick]

Theresa shuddered at his touch, when he pulled her closer to him she let out a shaky breath. This so wasn't like her. What was with her today? What was going on? Sometimes she didn't even know. Her brain was working it's hardest to decipher what the hell she was thinking, but it obviously wasn't working too well. She felt a slight buzzing run through her body, it swan through each and every one of her veins. Weird. Maybe it was because she knew just how much damage he could cause with just his touch.

She managed an, "Oh really?" Before he kissed her again. When they were done, yet again, she stumbled backward a little. It was the intensity of that short kiss that left her with goosebumps on her arms. The pressure of his fingers on her ass made her squeal softly and step back a couple of steps. She watched him walk to the doors, her voice caught in her throat. She re-took those steps she had lost, as he reached the door.

Shaking her head she huffed, "Okay now that we're done with our little," she took a big breath trying to search for the word, "engagement. Can I at least have your name?" She raised one eyebrow quizzically. Once again she reached to her neck, fumbling with the necklace. She suddenly had the strong urge to hug herself, which is precisely what she did. Her hands squeezed softly on her arms as she pretty much folded in on herself.

[JC Bytes.]

He continued to smirk as he allowed her a few seconds to catch her breath. JC adored the effect; he enjoyed leaving people...breathless along with other things that just want along with his presence; such as a spirit of fear, and of course, of hate. The male angled his head so that his eyes were upon his companion and body still facing the door. One hand upon the knob, he released a short breath and silently debated the pros and cons of speaking his name. Honestly, there were no actual pros and cons on the matter. She already knew what he could do... just didn't know of what he'd done. Eh... what to do..?

"You're still worried about that insignificant little detail?" Jacolby released his grasp on the knob, and placed his back fully against the edge of the door frame. "Well, I could ask you the same. You've yet to give me your name, doll." He folded his arms across his chest as his gaze lingered on her curves. "No matter," after a second of rest, he stood erect once more, nodding her way whilst he did so.

"Jacolby Bytes." At this time, the male's words escaped in a mere whisper that was hardly audible over the somewhat silent cackling of the fire within the background. JC's eyes danced with excitement as he spoke his own name, the past headlines all floating within his memory and probably thousands of other's who'd lost loved ones because of his actions. His face took on a childish grin as he finally spun his wrist on the handle, swinging open the heavy oakwood that concealed them within the lounge.

ooc;; eww. bad post.

[Theresa Zivick]

She nodded, her smile fading from her face. She had never heard about what he had done, so she didn't recognize the name. /Jacolby Bytes? That's hot./ She forced the smile that was trying to grow back down. She was just standing there. She didn't know what to do. He had already disintegrated most of the furniture. She would've leaned against something, or done anything, but she was just standing there. She looked like a child who had just been reprimanded.

She looked down at the floor, where a bit of ash drifted around her feet. Looking up she saw that he had opened the door, but was still standing there. She smiled and spoke in a confident voice, "Nice to meet you Jacolby. I am Theresa Zivick." She blinked more slowly than was natural. She was all of a sudden really tired. Taking a few steps backward, she bent over to pick up her heels, which she carried easily in one hand. Looking back to the doors she sighed. She couldn't deal with this room much longer. She needed to see her puppy. She feel his soft fur under her fingers, and feel his comforting weight in her lap.

She stalked passed JC and through the doors. As she passed him she made it a point to run her fingers under his chin, softly. Ever so softly. Who knew sociopaths could be flirts. She ran her hands through her hair as she walked down the hallways. Without turning back she spoke and her voice carried through the halls, "I'm going to be at the cemetery tonight if you would like to see how I work." She stopped for a few seconds so that she could slip on her shoes. Yeah. It wasn't smart wearing red stilletos while it's snowing outside, but whatever. She needed to look good, even if it was below freezing outside. The girl's dorms aren't that far from the student lounge, after all.