little Fat Man boy ((Closed; Aaran {me}))

[aponi]

(The song in the title is by LM.C. and refers to the bombs that detonated over Hiroshima (little boy) and nagasaki (Fat Man). Although the initial blast killed less people, the bomb over Nagasaki was actually more powerful. Just a little history for you there.)

Aponi was in the dorm wing. Upon thinking about it, dorm wing was a funny term, but the deal she was about to make wasn't all that funny, so from now on, she would simply reference each dorm as she entered it.

There were hundreds of doors lined along the halls, giving her plenty of choice. She did, however prefer to make the right choice. She could not choose demons, lycans, or vampires. All three of which she knew resided here. It had to be a human or a fae. She wasn't sure about djin, as they were wily, and she probably couldn't trick them into it anyway. She preferred Fae to human, because Fae were immortal. But she wasn't so sure she'd get what she wanted.

In the end, she decided to go for the first door that struck her mind. She stroleld along the hall, realizing that the descision she was about to make would drastically change either her's and someone else's life. Still, she wasn't really too bothered. As long as it was a girl. If it were a guy, something would go wrong, she knew it. He's probably only want some kind of intercourse anyway, that was her problem. She naturally exuded that air of being available and ready to do it with anyone, and that made her seem like a perfect target for hitting on.

So many times she had been pestered by guys asking for what she wasn't prepared to do with them. Usually, she ended up knockign them out and leaving them on street corners for the hookers to take care of. But, that was in the good old days when you could get away with that stuff. She hated modern times, partly. Oh well. She wondered what sort of a deal she would strike. She hoped it'd be an interesting one. In the past, her Djin friend had been VERY interesting indeed. He could change shape, and, boy was he good. She looked forward to seeing him every time, for more than one reason.

She found a room that interested her. Room five one two. She quickly disassembled herself, and slid under the doorway, as a flat pile of ash, and re-assembled herself. She looked, rather stunned at the occupant of the room. Oh boy.

((OOC: I will honestly exalt whoever figures out why 512.))

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran had finished scrubbing himself clean in the shower, and had stepped out, and dried himself with a towel. All, fairly normal, routine thigns. He was, in a girl's dorm, and he did look veyr much like a girl, but he was a boy in reality. He just had to look down to reassure hmself of that. Quickly wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped out of the small bathroom and into his main bedroom. He was about to go to his pack to get some new clothes when...

He saw the intruder. All he could do was stand and stare, horrified, and yank his towel up, so that it would cover where his breasts should have been. But in reality, he knew it was too late. His wings were still out - he had them out whenever he was naked, and he just about reckoned he could fool the tall dark beautiful woman.

This was of course kidding himself. She looked cunning as a fox about to dig it's way into the pen and kill the hens and there was no way he could pull one over on her. Despite his feeble nature, Aaran was strong at heart and had always been good at lieing to protect himself. But this woman seemed to look right through him, and he sighed resignedly. He sat, slumped on his bed, and his eyes brimmed with tears.

He knew she had seen him as a boy - he had no curves whatsoever, and that coupled with his lakc of breasts had been a dead giveaway. Though he could never be sure, something kind of told him that this was the case.

He looekd up, his face forlorn and hopeless and simply said; "Please. Please don't tell anyone." Before breaking down. Another bad start. Why were his days here all so... Awful?

[aponi]

Aponi looked with great pity on the boy who was crying on the bed. She honestly felt such pity for him. She instantly walked forward, and, almost like a cat, she wrapped herself around him and made cooding noises, and rubbed his back and shoulders.

Such a dear little thing! How could she ever not want to make him feel better!? He was evidently not just dressed as a girl as some elaborate ploy to get girls. He was obviously someone that had been raised like that, or something. Aponi stroked his hair, and held him tightly.

"Don't worry, you dear, dear thing, I don't tell a single soul! None at all!" She purred, and nuzzled him. He hiccoughed and some dust flew from him, and Aponi sneezed. At this, the boy giggled, and she smiled. She embraced him once more, absolutely fixated with him. He appeared to be very very vulnerable, by his attitude, and his small figure. Maybe he was a girl ebcause he would never survive the harsh world of men. Which, he probably wouldn't.

Aponi decided something. The boy was obviously half-fae. She judged this beause he had faerie aspects - wings, dust, but faerie's were inherently weak. If he were a faerie, there would be no need for him to do this.

When he had stopped crying, she re-wrapped him in his towel, and held his rather small body in her arms. He had retracted his wings so this was now quite manageable. She looked on him, and he looked up at her.

"I'm here, my sweeting, to offer you a deal. That is, if you are indeed half fae." She said, with a serious tone of voice.

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran suddenly realized who this mysterious stranger was. With a start, he rolled off of her, and leapt up into a fighting stance and crystalized himself. He probably looked a helluva lot braver than he felt. He cared not for deadls with a dead woman. Because Aponi lebennon was dead. The FatCat's Bureau had closed almost sixty years ago, and with the bar, the singer had died.

"I know who you are, Miss Lebennon." He said, his lips trembling and he looked very scared. "But I don't make deals with dead people." He nodded, but he felt the most terrified he'd ever been. Now there were ghosts!? He shook his head. The world was a strange strange place. His towel started to slide down, and he grabbed it quickly to stop him from being stark naked in front of the ghost of his faveourite celebrity.

Aaran was extremely disconcerted and confused. Why would Aponi Lebennon, the legendary underground sleeze singer be confronting him, now? Maybe she was another strange person here at the academy. Maybe she wasn't a ghost after all...

That would mean that his only normal connection in life - allbeit a one way connection, would be destroyed. He would constantly be locked in this world of magic and gifts, and all sorts of other things. Though if she really was Aponi Lebennon, then it would also be quite nice. She was the only girl he'd ever been interested in, even if she was about a hundred by now.

He lowered his guard, and sat down, thinking. He sneezed and a bit of dust surrounded him, but he quickly shook it away. He stared up at the beautiful woman standing over him. Aponi Lebennon. Maybe she'd sing for him. Or, maybe not. None the less, he did hope, (by now) that she was the real thing.

He suddenly remembered her "deal". What kind of deal would it be? Hmm...

[aponi]

Aponi tittered girlishly at the boy's cuteness. His already pathetic attempt to look brave and strong was foiled by his towl, and vulnerability in general. The boy was so funny, Aponi dotted upon him instantly. She stood, and leapt on him, knocking him over.

She sat on top of him, leaning over. His face was only a couple of inches away from her own, she could smell his breath - which was rather sweet - and could see right into his dark olive eyes. He really was an attractive youth, when she got down to it, and she was glad that she had stumbled into him. He was so cute as well. He appeared to be quite fiesty when he wanted. Either way - she would have her way with him.

"Well, you see, honey," She cooed, licking her lips. "I'm a demon. And I need... Well, I need sustainance. And, I need it so bad, I'll give you anything you like in return for it..." She put her hand up, and slipped one of the strapps on her dress down over her shoulder. She threw him a questioning glance, before continueing.

"Or, of course, I could always give you something else. Anything at all." She said. Slowly standing up, and offering her hand to him, she raised her eyebrows in anticipation of his answer. She should probably give the boy a chance to recover slightly, but hey, she was a busy woman, and there was always the eye patch boy to return to.

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran's eyes opened wide. Very wide. Here was Aponi Lebennon, the beautiful yet somehow slightly distasteful, singer, on top of him, so close that he could kiss her with ease. He was quite tempted to do that. But in reality, he was much too shy, and nervous. He also wasn't that kind of person. But Aponi seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't really mind.

He started to get really worried when it seemed as though she was undressing herself. But she stopped and that was ok. She then got up, and offered her hand. He took it and contemplated what she had said. "anything at all..." of course, he knew exactly what she was implying when she had pulled down her dress. And although a part of him was screaming to say yes. Why not? He wasn't strong enough to defy her, so, they'd make a deal in the end anyway. He had been lost too much in his thoughts, so as Aponi yanked him up, instead of merely standing, he almost leapt into her, and had to clutch her tight to stop from falling.

He didn't let go, and simply held his arms around her waist, as she stroked his hair. The thing he wanted most, was a family, and friends and a home. Maybe she couldn't give him friends, or a home, but, she could certainly mother him well enough.

"Miss Lebennon... Could you... be my mother?" He asked rather feebly. He felt so stupid saying it. But, if she would, then he'd be so happy. Imagine - him with a mother again. He clung to her ever more tightly, slipping her dress back up, and nestling his head in her chest.

"I'll agree to your deal if you'll do that, I promise." He said, looking up at her with a smile. She seemed to be the craziest lady he'd ever met - and he didn't know her, but he'd heard of her a lot, and she was a good singer. She seemed to be nice, yet extremely deviant. Maybe he could keep her in check, as she dotted over him. Or that's what he really wanted.

[aponi]

Aponi nearly fell over as the little boy launched into her. Maybe she had used too much strength. Less strength, more dexterity. She enjoyed the feeling of him embracing her, and stroked his hair, and played with it between her fingers. it had been a long long time since she had received a touch like this. All the other people she had been this close to had simply done their buisness and left. She did enjoy that, but it really made her empty. It was also disconcerting that for the past hundred years, all the people who had been touching her had been doing their buisness inside of her. She shuddered slightly, but looked down at the boy.

He was so innocent, so pure. She couldn't help but smile. She felt a strange tingling feeling and realized that it was him righting her dress. He obviously hadn't chosen that route. She was glad, in a way, because it meant that she had finally found someone who wasn't either totally rejecting her, or having intercourse, or fantasizing about it.

She was almost shocked, however, at his request. It was strange, but for Aponi, a cute, vulnerable child asking her to mother him was like a dream come true. She bubbled with exitement. She could be a mother. A mother! She had never dreamed of having her own children - raising a child took two people. But this, this was perfect. Aaran was not only cute, but good-lookign and had his priorities right.

"Of course! What's your name?" She asked, beaming. She concentrated, and her right hand literally transformed into a wine glass which she promtly took with her left hand, and it filled up with a brown liquid. After much concentrating on Aponi's part - the liquid turned blue and crystal clear. Although her leigion in it's natural form was thick and brown, she didn't think this would be very appetising. She had simply changed the colour, and thickness of the liquid. Now, it would be suitable for drinking. She offered him the glass. She'd done worse with people whoose names she didn't know.