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Post by Kerry Monego on Sept 13, 2010 14:25:29 GMT -5
Complete blackness surrounded her. It was accompanied by an aura of excitement and danger, as well as a slight twinge of hesitation. She was also alone, all alone. That was the only part of this arrangement that was wrong, he should have been here by now. Kerry extended her hand out in front of her and created a small orb of flame which she clutched in her palm. She pivoted around slowly, checking for any trace of him in the darkness. Nothing.
Her full lips merged into a childish pout as she switched on one of the lights. It was the light right near the door, so the room was still dim enough not to attract any outside attention. After all, she wasn't supposed to be in here. So why was she in here? Well, if you know Kerry, then you know she was up to no good.
She had just become acquainted with a random boy in one of her classes. He had mentioned his name, but it was irrelevant to her. All she wanted was a quick, satisfying romp. One that would make a dent in her extremely active libido. He was marginally attractive enough, and figured she would just ignore his existence after today, thus preventing any need for commitment. Sure, it was dirty, slutty, and wrong...but have you met Kerry? That might as well be labeled on her body.
A small vibration went off in her purse. She reached in and flipped open her cell phone. The boy she was supposed to meet had just texted her, of course she saved the name as "Antechamber hookup." The text read, "Im not gunna sho. Imma c my gf." Kerry slammed the phone shut in a huff, all real anger only from a bruised ego. She leaned against the bare wall, folded her delicate arms over her chest, and wondered how she should spend the hour she allotted for this rendezvous.
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Post by Dorian Wilde on Sept 13, 2010 17:08:59 GMT -5
Dorian had recently quit his job as a bartender at Club Silver in favour of a higher education. The young man could afford any school that tickled his fancy; Harvard was pocket change, Yale was a signature away, any ivy league school could be his in one phone call. But the twenty year old opted for Penumbra, for no other reason than his two best friends attended.
Jonathan Empris was technically supposed to be at the Academy still, but he was so brilliant that he skipped a grade when he was younger, and now studied biology and all those other complex sciences. Kenneth was taking some more physical courses; combat, exercise science, etc, and could commonly be found at the Training Centre lifting weights. His goal for this time next year was to get to 3 metric tonnes. Incredible.
Dorian however was more interested in history than any physiology. He knew the education here would be limited, and he was much better suited to pursue Cambridge than anything in America, but he didn't feel like leaving his friends when he knew only too well how limited his time was with them. The boy would remain forever young like his parents, and he could study at Cambridge after Jon and Kenneth passed on if he still felt so inclined. This was his reasoning for attending Penumbra, but should anyone inquire, he'd likely just explain that he was too lazy to look anywhere else.
What this wouldn't explain is why he was in the Antechamber of the Academy he already graduated from.
He needed to be alone, right now. His apartment was too far, and he knew he wouldn't last the cab ride home. The washrooms were unsanitary, and never guaranteed privacy. He refused to live on campus when he had a perfectly lovely home just outside the school boundaries, so he had no dorm to hide in.
"FUCK." He breathed out when he burst into the Antechamber. A frustrated hand raked through his dark hair, and his black eyes looked even blacker than usual. Apparently the young man wasn't in a very good mood.
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Post by Kerry Monego on Sept 13, 2010 18:27:25 GMT -5
Kerry felt as though her heart stopped short when she heard the door slam open. Surely this blasted school would find some way for her to get in trouble for being here. She waited for some uptight, suited administrator to unveil some sort of lecture in the form of a tirade of screams. But that didn't happen.
Instead, she found a man who seemed slightly older, not old enough to be an authority figure, but too old to be the guy she was meeting up with. Her lips twitched into a flirtatious smirk as he cursed aloud. "I would, but you'd have to buy me a drink first," she purred as she stepped out of the darkness. Kerry placed a hand on her hip and eyed him from head to toe. Her eyes flickered back to his as she kept that same smile plastered on her face. "Maybe two," she added for good measure.
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Post by Dorian Wilde on Sept 14, 2010 0:33:39 GMT -5
"What the-" Dorian jumped, his enhanced reflexes lifting his hands up in preparation to fend off an attack. So he was a little jumpy, too. His eyes locked onto hers and he let her words sink in.
"And... how old are you?" He raised an eyebrow, not at all flattered that she thought she'd need twice the initial proposed quantity of alcohol to get with him. She was here at the Academy, and though he hadn't attended any classes yet, he assumed she wasn't a University student. Was some underager propositioning him? He felt... dirty.
Dorian tugged on the sleeve of his sweater, evening out the cuff so it lined up with the white collared shirt under it. He loved and hated fall fashion; more layers meant more heat, but you didn't have to put up with men wearing ugly tank tops and cargo shorts. Oh, how he loathed cargo shorts. He was one of the few that actually liked the confinement of a bleached collar and an expensive tie. The fact that he looked so damned good in a suit probably added to his affection for this particular garment. He was always dressed considerably more elegantly than his friends and peers, and he was vain enough to take pride in this superior appearance. Kerry eying him from shiny Kenneth Cole's to Bellisimo tie made him straighten up, and decide to mirror her action.
Hey, she was the one flaunting. Who was he to refuse to look? His eyes traveled from her provocative eyes down to her toes, then back up again in a quick flick of his gaze. It was impossible to read whether or not he approved in what he saw, but he crossed his arms over his chest.
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Post by Kerry Monego on Sept 14, 2010 15:03:21 GMT -5
Kerry shook her head slightly. Was he really asking about her age? She had never had any problem getting into a bar, or getting questionable older men to unknowingly commit a crime by sleeping with her. She smirked coyly at him, "I'm old enough," she said playfully. As she continued to wonder what would provoke him to inquire about her age, she realized that he was too old to be an academy student. She obviously was one. "I mean for all you know I work here or something like that," she said as she sharply turned away from him, walking further into the darkness of the room. There were seats still set up from the previous assembly, so she sat sideways on one of the chairs angling herself slightly towards him.
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Post by Dorian Wilde on Sept 19, 2010 15:50:37 GMT -5
Ah, so she was just trying to be clever. Dorian could feel himself getting a bit snarky, but he took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't be short with the girl. She was right; he couldn't just assume she was a student, but if she wasn't she probably would have admitted to her station already. So his suspicion remained in his voice when he replied.
"Right. Well, I apologize for disturbing you," He always got so formal when he tried to act superior, "I guess I'll just..." He took a step away from her, back toward the door. Then he sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the aisle, "...impose a little longer." He lifted his chin, as though challenging her to object, "That is, if you aren't expecting someone else..."
There was no way he could have known that Kerry was waiting for someone. Yet a playful glint in his steely black stare hinted otherwise. Dorian always had a way of appearing to know more than he actually did, an unnerving quality some might admit. Or... perhaps he did know. Dorian was a fairly social young man and was acquainted with plently of students and a few professors at the Academy and University.
Maybe this meeting wasn't a coincidence.
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Post by Kerry Monego on Sept 29, 2010 12:32:19 GMT -5
When Kerry saw him approach the door, a slight twinge of disappointment shot through her. This meeting had the potential to be reasonably fun. Her lips pulled up into a smile once he took his seat. She crossed one leg over the other and rested her hands on her knees, leaning forward. She was wearing a white, v-neck tee shirt, which revealed a significant amount of chest when she leaned forwards.
"Impose all you'd like," she said suggestively as she bit her lip, "and I'm expecting absolutely nobody, my dear." A strand of hair fell into her face, landing between her nose and her eye. She shook her head just enough to move it out of the way, and cause her hair to fall as if she just got out of bed...with someone.
As much as she enjoyed flirtatious banter, Kerry was expecting some action, so this whole situation was fairly disappointing. She tended to target guys who would throw themselves at her in an instant, and this was taking so long that it began to bruise her ego a tad more.
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Post by Dorian Wilde on Oct 1, 2010 22:12:14 GMT -5
'My dear'? Dorian's eyebrow raised at the pet name. Either she was an eighty year old woman in a very, very good disguise, or she was attempting to belittle him, as he was her. He couldn't help but rise to the challenge, and their playful banter had him a little... turned on. It felt wrong, because he had a gut instinct that she was too young, but after working as the bartender at Club Silver, Dorian had seen much younger girls seduce much older men. If Kerry was trying to do the same with him, she might not have as difficult a time as she might have a couple months ago.
"So why are you here, in the empty Antechamber?" He wondered aloud. Dorian had obviously come here to explode for reasons he would never own up to. As he eyed Kerry, he half hoped that she was part of the staff here, as she insinuated, rather than the tugging feeling he had that told him she was a student. He wanted to ignore that, but it was difficult to throw away his morality, even with Kerry looking so tempting.
So he pushed aside those thoughts, and decided he'd focus on solving one mystery at a time, the first being 'Why'. Because Kerry seemed like the kind of girl you had to discover layer by layer... and she seemed pretty eager to comply.
Don't take advantage of this, said his head.
She's probably damaged, his heart told him.
Fuck it. If she wants to go, let's go. How often does this kind of opportunity arise? And THAT came from somewhere else entirely.
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Post by Kerry Monego on Oct 3, 2010 11:56:56 GMT -5
"Why am I here?" Kerry repeated as she pursed her lips together, placing her index finger to them gently, creating the fake look of pondering. Her eyes flickered to his for a mere moment and met his gaze for only a millisecond before her mind returned to this cat and mouse game she's reveling in. She removed her finger from her lips, but slow enough so that it dragged at her bottom lip slightly, obviously intended to be seductive. "For all you know, I'm one of those deep, dark, poetic types that feels the need to go off and suffer in my own silence." She lifted her hand and placed the back of it to her forehead, demonstrating her flair for dramatics.
"Okay, fine. It doesn't take a genius to figure out I'm not that type," she said as she removed her hand from her forehead and used it to brush some strands of hair behind her ear. Kerry's lips pulled into that same flirtatious smirk and added, "maybe I'm just one of the many hormonal screw ups here who take advantage of the space for...unsavory activities." As she said this, so stood up from her seat, and closed some of the distance between them. Now only a few mere feet separated them. Kerry placed her hands on her hip bones, and tilted her head up to meet his eye line. "But again, that's just a maybe."
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Post by Dorian Wilde on Oct 3, 2010 13:22:06 GMT -5
He watched her, a bit cautiously, as she spoke. She had full, sensual lips that made him think of things he really shouldn't. The way she used them to entice had him straighten in his seat, feeling a little hot under the collar. He wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying anymore; he was too focused on trying to NOT focus on how attractive she was.
"Maybe, huh," He repeated as she approached him. He didn't trust himself to stand up. She was pretty, sure. Sexy even. But Dorian had seen prettier and sexier when he was tending bar. But it didn't seem to matter. For some reason, in a room full of sweaty, scantily clad women, he was able to ignore them all much easier than in this big, empty room with just one provocateur.
He leaned back in the chair and forced himself to look away from her. Once she was out of his direct line of sight, things got a little easier. Did she have that pheromone production Gift? His father had that Gift, but seeing as how Dorian was male he'd never fully understood how it worked. He decided to try and decipher this stranger, which helped him cool down a bit, instead of letting his eyes and thoughts wander.
"What's your Gift?" Maybe she wasn't Gifted at all. Maybe she was a succubus. That would explain a lot. A demonic temptress was much more likely than any human girl. In which case, she probably had a hundred or so years on him, and he wouldn't have to feel guilty about letting his imagination run wild with her.
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Post by Kerry Monego on Oct 6, 2010 10:48:26 GMT -5
What's her gift? How the hell did he know she was gifted. Oh right, because she's stuck in this friggin Academy. Her nerves were flaring deep down. On the inside she felt like an awkward mess, like some of those other girls who might only get one or two guys their entire school career. A tingling sensation worked it's way from what felt like mild heartburn and spread down to her finger tips. This feeling was far less natural than the slight awkwardness. Her powers were charging. Fuck. She didn't mean for this to happen.
Unless the entire chamber was to go down in flames, Kerry had to get a hold of herself, and fast. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for slightly longer than the standard blink. Once she found her composure, she smirked and held out a hand towards Dorian. In her palm, she lit a small flame, which flickered back and forth in the small draft. The flame had a core of a bright blue, and fanned out into a rich golden orange. She moved her hand so that it fell right between their faces, bridging what little gap was left. The heat radiated from even this minuscule flame splashed warmth onto Kerry's face, causing her to let out a brilliant, yet rare smile. One that for once, was not a guise of sexuality, but a drop of her shield revealing some sincerity.
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Post by Dorian Wilde on Dec 15, 2010 14:04:34 GMT -5
((Wow, super late. So, so, soo sorry. Not even sure if you're still around, but here's the reply!))
If Dorian jumped, it was an infinitesimal movement. He felt the warmth of the flames between them and saw her pure joy break through the seductive haze she created for herself. She was very pretty when she smiled like this, but he noticed too that it made her appear much younger. Likely her real age, and this was the image that put a stop to the other ones manifesting in his imagination.
"Impressive," His mouth curled into an appreciative smile. He'd always liked fire, but his Gifts were a bit more subtle than that. Not so easy to demonstrate, that was for sure.
"Can you make it bigger?" He asked, and his smirk dared her to make a 'that's what she said' joke. But he was genuinely curious as to how well she could control this fabulous power. He could only count on one hand how many people he knew with pyrokinesis, and from what he'd gathered, it was a difficult ability to master. Always fluctuating with emotions... Dorian didn't have to worry about his powers acting up if he was upset or pleased - he wouldn't grow excess cells or start moving really quickly. His Gifts were much more reaction-based, as in they wouldn't reveal themselves unless called upon by a physical force. If you cut him, he healed. If you threw something, he'd catch it. Action turned to reaction, and no one was set on fire in the process.
This was probably why Kerry suddenly intrigued him more. Although sexually he was now less attracted to her, this lovely power of hers was incredibly alluring, drawing him in all the same.
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