dominance;; is [key]

[Theresa Zivick]

Click. Click. Click. Miss Theresa Zivick stalked down the large hallway, listening to only the rythmic sounds of her red stilletos hitting the tile that paved the long stretch of classrooms. Her arms were hanging lazily by her sides, often brushing up against a large fluffy creature. From the top, this young fluff ball looked to be some sort of banded thing. It's large body was striped, it's head being black, it's forelegs and shoulders being white, it's abdomen black once again, and it's back legs and rump covered in white fur. It walked next to Tessy obediently, and by that any normal person could tell that it was, in fact, a puppy. An extremely large, drooling puppy.

Tessy was wearing the same crimson sweater as she had been earlier, because she truly didn't feel the need to change. Not like anything happened, that would urge her to change clothes. She felt like changing in the middle of the day was very unnecessary, unless going to a fancy dinner or something. That means that she still wore the skin-tight, straight legged black jeans, that wrinkled a bit at the bottom, where they met with her red heels. Her hair fell around her shoulders, much like it always did, in black waves. Her pale skin caused her red, red lips to pop out beautifully. She peered honey brown eyes down at the dog walking by her side happily. He was huge, and it wasn't because Tessy fed him children or anything. He was just a Newfoundland. A Newfoundland named Odysseus.

A smile never once graced that beautiful face of hers. Not in the past few hours. The first smiles of her day was when she was minding her own business in the student lounge. She was graced by the presence of a very handsome man, who was almost as crazy as she was. Maybe even more. Who knows? They had had a little moment, of sucking face. It was quite odd, because Theresa hadn't even known his name. Finally, after their little 'fling' was finished, he showed her his 'gifts' as well as told her his name. /Jacolby Bytes. What an unique name./

Finally making it to the end of the hallway, she turned a corner, oblivious to anything that might have been lurking around. Her gaze slipped to her feet as she continued to listen to the hypnotic sound of those shoes. It was just a little thing she did to calm herself. She would focus on one object or sound, and then everything else would disappear. In this case, she was listening to her shoes, but her dog was still her first priority. She noticed that she had made her way into another seemingly endless hallway. She covered her mouth with a sleeved hand and coughed. Right at the moment when she opened her eyes again, she seemed to be roadblocked.

Looking up slowly, she got ready to reprimand whoever was standing in her way. As her chocolate optics reached the boy's face she gasped. It was none other than the boy from earlier, Jacolby Bytes. She shook her head as if she wasn't believing it. "Well, well, well. Look who it is." She blinked, her face still a beautiful mask of nothingness. Sensing his master's stillness, Odie sat back on his haunches like a good, obedient puppy. His large pink tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth and his large brown eyes didn't seem to be seeing anything but Tessy's face. He was patiently awaiting orders.

[JC Bytes.]

ooc;;

I'm warning you [and all readers who love to read about JC and Tessy <33] that this is a really, really, extremely bad post. And it's not even five paras. Hah. So forgive me.[/blockquote]

"I smell a dog."

The words were spoken to no one in particular, due to the fact that the figure was proceeded through the halls alone. Well, maybe 'alone' wasn't the appropriate term, for he was in a corridor full of people, but one would get the point. Besides, the halls were just about to empty out anyway. It was about time for classes and well, like many others, JC was ready to high tail it out of the building. The male's hands were folded above his head, fingers laced together in a quick little stretch. Afterward, he dropped his arms and stifled a yawn. The lack of his usual nap was seriously beginning to take effect. All the same, he wasn't necessarily sure if he'd want to undo the whole encounter that he'd experienced earlier that morning. Seriously, how many homicidal maniacs are privileged with the chance meeting a female that is just as crazy -if not crazier, than themselves? His guess was not many. As a matter of fact, Colby was sure that he was the first.

Thinking back to the scene in the student lounge, JC emitted a short chuckle and then shook his head in disappointment at the lack of control he held for his own hormones. Honestly, he truly couldn't help himself, the girl had practically been throwing herself all over him. Okay, okay, so that hadn't been the case, but it might as well been. the sexual tension within that lounge had almost been...deadly. Well, in a sense that is.

JC crinkled his nose as the scent became stronger with every step. Evidently, he was closing in on the animal and he wasn't sure if it was for the best. No matter, there was no other way out of the school, and even there had been Jacolby wouldn't have been the one to turn around in order to take an opposite route. Not just because of the dog, anyway. He had enough will power right? He'd be able to pass around the mutt without hurting it...right? Hopefully. The fingertips of his right hand hid themselves within the pockets of his jeans as his other palm took to holding his coat over his opposite shoulder by the tag.

All he truly had to do was hold his breath for the next thirty seconds, and he'd leave without blood stained clothing, and the animal would remain alive. But was the thing really worth it? Rounding the corner, the male mused over the inquiry only to be run into head-on by some clown who didn't understand the whole 'watch where you're going' concept. Colby faltered for a moment, nearly dropping his coat and then stepped back in order to take in the appearance of the one who'd been so...wreck less. Alas, the annoyance up his features quickly disappeared as he finally caught sight of that red sweater. Within moments, JC's lips curled into a delicate smirk and he rested his side onto the wall beside him; the same wall that had obstructed their vision of the other heading their way, "I could say the same, Theresa." He paused, taking in the large dog that sat quietly beside her, and decided against hating it for it wasn't making a racket nor rat size, "I take it that you just couldn't stay away from me," Bytes turned his eyes back onto the female as a chuckle escaped his lips.

Was this a mere coincidence? Or was it fate announcing that this female would indeed be of some use to him?[/size]

[Theresa Zivick]

outofchilly;; fdghsjdfgbh! I totally had my post type up and I clicked on something by accident. It deleted my whole post. That pissed me off. Grrr. Your posts are amazing Tera. Don't even worry 'bout them. =)

Tessy grew suddenly alert, as if she had just run straight into a brick wall. Her eyes glistened as she watched Jacolby lean against the wall. She studied him happily, but she made it a point to make sure that she wasn't staring. She could see the muscles straining underneath his skin, all of the life running through that great body. Ahh. So dangerous, but so irresistable. Swallowing, she spoke, looking directly into those amazingly crazy eyes. "Please. Call me Tessy." She disliked her real name because it made her sound old. Theresa was an old ladies' name. Miss Zivick certainly wasn't an old lady. She definitely had the eyes of someone who had seen much, but they didn't fit her body or looks.

"On the contrary Jacolby," her lips parted only slightly as a soft laughed rolled off of her tongue, "I believe it is /you/ who finds /me/ so compelling." Placing one hand on her hip, she stretched the other one to Odysseus. She played with the tips of his ears, feeling the soft fur rubbing against the sensitive skin of her fingers. The large pup just looked up with a twinkle in his eyes, his tongue dripping the occasional saliva drop onto the floor. In the confines of her room, Tessy always laughed at the dog. He drooled non-stop and it struck her funny bone. How could a dog with such a menacing size look so goofy? I don't know, but Odysseus certainly was a little goofy looking.

It seemed that she wasn't going to get the alone time she deserved today, but she wasn't complaining. Later she would just slip silently into her happy place. The place of a blank walls and white noise. Nothing but nothing. It was the place she went when she had nothing better to do. The place where all emotions were nothing, and she could erase the stress that so often plagued her mind and body. She honestly didn't know why she was always stressed. It's not like she had drama to contemplate on.

Not a lot of friends to backstab her or anything. She never had boyfriends, because they couldn't handle her stubborn personality. She did have 'flings' as well as 'one-night-stands', only because she did have sexual needs like a normal person. It's just that she was an extremely independant person. She had lived on the streets for at least 3 years. It hardened her and she could take care of herself. Besides, she didn't like people in her personal business. Sensitive guys didn't float her boat. They always wanted to know what was wrong and everything about Tessy was wrong. She turned every emotion into hate or lust. It didn't matter.

She looked at the boy in front of her and wondered what went on in his head, because the things that went on in hers were at least NC-17. Sometimes even R. Her thoughts contain Strong Language, Extreme Violence and Graphic Nudity. The best of everything.

[JC Bytes.]

"Tessy," he repeated the name with much interest as he tried to tag it to her face. Honestly, this character was the type of male who enjoyed calling others by their birth name, but if it was truly necessary, he'd go alone with it. Personally, he thought of Tessy as the title of a child, not a woman. Bytes shrugged his shoulders, silently agreeing to it, and contemplating on whether or not it would make sense for him tag on something about being JC, instead of Jacolby. After a moment, he decided against it. There was something so sensual about the way that his autonym rolled off of her tongue. It was rather...palatable, pleasing if you will.

The male adjusted the coat that hung over his side as he shifted positions slightly, his torso facing away from the female but eyes completely on her, "What if I told you that I actually liked the name Theresa?" A quizzical brow shot upward and his smirk deepened as the inquiry danced from between his soft lips. "I mean, is calling you 'Tessy' a choice. Or an order?" In all honesty, he enjoyed a woman who was able to take control, unfortunately this wasn't the time for it. For as much as he adored female dominance, Jacolby wasn't one for subordinancy.

He feigned shock for a split second, his eyes dilating as she spoke of him find her 'compelling'. "Damn, so you're on to me, eh?" Now standing erect, the male shifted his gaze toward the animal once more. To tell the truth, this one didn't look as bad. It was actually groomed exceptionally well, and appeared well...clean. Save for the saliva running from it's tongue onto the tiled flooring. "How'd you figure me out?" Instantaneously, his sapphire words whipped back onto Theresa's facial features before allowed himself a moment to take in her other psychical attributes.

As noted beforehand, T was definitely a pretty girl; long legs, nice curves and and attractive face. She was possibly even borderline beautiful, but Jc wasn't willing to just throw that one out there unless it was truth. Lying didn't get people too far in life, it generally always came back to bite one in his or her own ass. Then again, he wasn't necessarily considered a 'person' anymore. True be told, he hadn't been since he was six years old. After all, people usually possessed hearts, maybe even souls and Colby was dead certain on that fact that he had neither. And even if he did, the portion that still loived within him was too small to seriously be counted.

Swiping the thoughts of his past from his mind, JC shook his head subtly. He shut his eyelids tight and reopened them a second later, somewhat hoping that everything would be...different. As guessed, it wasn't and he was the same maniac as he had been three seconds beforehand.

[Theresa Zivick]

outofchilly;; i love drake and josh. it's awesome. and drake's a hottie. =) i couldn't write more than 3 paragraphs. jhdfbgjhksbhf. =|

She shrugged, a slow sensual movement. "Honestly? It's an option." She winked, "Whatever floats your boat darling." Spoken like a true American, really. She couldn't think why anyone would like the name Theresa. I mean, it's a pretty name and everything but it's so simple. Her brother also called her Tessa, but he's the only one to ever do it. She cherished that but every once in a while it wouldn't hurt to hear her called Tessa. It's just that she couldn't bring herself to allow someone to call her by her brother's pet name. It brought back too many painful memories, unfortunately.

She sighed and looked up and down the hallway, seeing that a lot of the students were filing into nearby classrooms, or leaving the school altogether. "So where were you headed this gloomy day?" She raised her eyebrow and watched him watch her. Damn their meeting the first time was amazing. Just the thought of it caused her hormones to go a-ragin' once again. He would be a fine playmate, as long as he was aggressive. Submissive guys didn't do much for Tessy because at time she swore they were...well, you know...homosexual.

It was, in fact, a gloomy day. But when wasn't it in the beautiful state of Alaska during Winter? It was overcast outside, no inch of blue sky within miles. It was the type of cold that bit at your skin and caused your nose to drip sticky stuff. The cold that causes your fingers to stiffen and then sting when they become warm too quickly. Tessy loved the cold, it was oh-so-much better than extreme heat. Unless the heat was that of a man's body temperature. Or even the heat of fresh blood. Only Tessy could change something as beautiful as men into something as gruesome as killing.

[JC Bytes.]

"Alright then, cupcake. It seems as though I shall be calling, Theresa." The smug smirk made it's self comfortuatble upon his attributes as he stood from the wall and slid his arms into his jacket, eyes on her the whole time. As a child, he'd been taught to keep his eyes on the one that he was currently in the midst of conversation with. Then again, he'd also been taught that violence was, wrong. Let's just say that when it came to moral, JC's were a bit contradictory. All the same, at least he had some.

His eyes averted from Tessy only once, and it was to give himself a moment to peer over his shoulder; a task that he always felt necessary when in public spaces for reasons unknown. He then turned his sapphire gaze back onto the dog, and finally the female once more. "To tell you the truth, I was just on my way out," as Jacolby spoke, mischeif danced along within his eye and his body began forward motions, already taking two strides past her, "And perhaps you are too?"

One could practically hear his eyebrow rise upward whilst the male turned his view onto the door. In an off manner, this was his way of suggesting that she tag along. Yes, suggesting; not asking. What could a University offer, that he couldn't? Better yet, what could he offer that an University couldn't? Well, one of the answers to that one was pretty damned obvious, the others required partial thought. Seriously, Blackbriar University had no sex appeal unless he was within the halls.

Covered arms against his sides, and palms within his pockets, Bytes continued toward the door with no doubts in his mind that the female would decline the offer. There was possibility, however, that she wouldn't quite get it. Now, he pretty much figured this wouldn't happen for he could tell that she wasn't a 'dense' girl, but there was also that chance. No matter, if she didn't understand, he'd find someone else to wast away his Thursday with.

Eh... what did normal people do on Thursdays anyway?

[Theresa Zivick]

for a pessimist

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Tessy licked her lips and looked down at her dog. For a few seconds she stared at Odie. What was she going to do with this large puppy? He would absolutely be torn if she left him in her room yeat again. When she was having that little 'get-together' with JC earlier, Odysseus was sitting right behind the door whining the whole time. Placing her hands on both sides of the dog's head, she knelt. Down on one knee as she let the newfoundland lick her chin.

She didn't follow him, no, not yet. She wasn't going to rush herself to be with the extremely good-looking college student. Instead, she called after him. "So Jacolby. Before we go, I will ask you what we will be doing." She blinked and her eyes were framed by the black lace that was her eyelashes. "I need to know what to do with my dog." Swallowing, she stood up again, grasping Odie's collar.

The large dog stood with her, his tongue now rolled back into his mouth. He looked almost normal now. His eyes were tilted upwards so that he could watch his beloved owner. His tail wagged furiously, sweeping the dust from the tiles side to side. He would be a good mop. Just make him bite a pole and drag him around the floor. He could pick up every inch of dirt. The thought made Theresa giggle softly. She would have to try that sometime.[/size]

im pretty optimistic

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[JC Bytes.]

The male's long strides son grew into shorter ones as he thought about this for a moment. Evidently Theresa wasn't up for just leaving that thing, though he believed that it could fend for it's self. Jacolby stole a hand out of his pocket and pressed it to his chin as he continued on in thought, ceasing his steps altogether. "Well, what do you usually do with your dog?" Whilst speaking, he'd yet to spin around to peer at her, he could already imagine that pitiful expression. The one that most females tried to pull when they wanted someone to do something special for them, or needed just one more pair of shoes. Heh, that didn't quite work on him, but still he'd take a few necessary precautions.

"As to what we'll be doing.." trailing off, he finally spun on his feel to face her once more, his eyes lingering on the animal at her side. In all honesty, it'd be so much easier to just kill the damned thing. then they wouldn't have to worry leaving it anywhere 'safe'. Ah, but JC wasn't a dope. He knew how people got about their pets, especially corpse raising females. Those were the type that were more likely to raise hell about such an action.

He'd kill it later, and then lie. Yes, that would have to do. Of course, this task would be completed later on for he couldn't have Theresa in the vicinity of the area, but he'd do it nonetheless. "I was just going to do where my heart led me." Sapphire eyes back on the female's figure, Bytes stretched out a hand her eye as he stepped toward her once more.

[Theresa Zivick]

outofchilly;; sorry for the really crappy post. =(

Theresa shrugged, a small unnoticable movement. "I usually put him back in my room." She looked to the dog and smiled, "Go home Odie? You wanna go home?" She giggled down to the puppy as he stood and wagged his tail. With that happy gesture, his whole body wiggled in front of Tessy. He looked up at her, his tongue falling out again. He didn't mean to look dopey. It was just how he was. How he was born.

Turning her head, she spoke over a lowered shoulder. "Would you like to come with me? Or shall you be waiting here?" Her smiled faded as she tore her gaze from her puppy and watched JC. He had some sort of malicious glint in his eyes, but wasn't that always there? Yeah, but this one was different. She looked back to the dog and shook the thought from her head. If anyone were to touch her dog she would get her revenge. She may even have to be locked up, because without Odie she would be nothing but a cold-blooded murderer. <----- Aherm. -winkwinkhinthintnudgenudge-

Tessy blinked and watched as Odysseus took a few steps forward, thinking that she was going to take him to get some food. He was hungry. He was ALWAYS hungry. She was a little glad that Odie could entertain himself with food, even though it may mean he would gain a few extra pounds. He could always work them off.