LYRA BEAUMONT
fourth year
human Student council president[M:0]
NO MORE TOMORROW
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Post by LYRA BEAUMONT on Apr 15, 2013 22:38:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable]i still haven't forgotten you words 000tags open to somebody notes sorry it sucks. still getting the feel for her. and I'm usually better when I respond to posts.. orz. you could be a random student, angry person who almost got hit by a flower pot, etc etc. Lyra hadn't meant to accidentally-not-really drop a flowerpot off the balcony to nearly miss someone's head. It wasn't that she had something against that kid, she just had a sudden urge to shove the flower pot off of the railing and that kid just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. What are you supposed to do when there is a flower pot taunting you anyways? You destroy it.
She slithered away from the crime scene, quickly attaching herself to the wall and heading down the hallway. She wanted to go hide in some private area so that she wouldn't draw unwonted attention to herself, and yet her mind was also screaming for her to mingle in the public to make it harder to find the single culprit. She quickly found her way to the main schoolbuilding, weaving her way into the general crowd. She stood before a classroom, with a quick glance to the side to let herself know that it was a third year's classroom, and then let herself in politely.
Thinking fast, she cleared her throat upon entrance. It wasn't during classes, so it shouldn't be a problem if she just waltzed in anyways. And she was a student council president, she could make up excuses for everything. "Excuse me, ---- "
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Post by rosse on Apr 16, 2013 6:43:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #fbfbfb; padding: 5px;border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px;-webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #a6a6a6; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #a6a6a6, bTable] WHEN YOU TELL ME I'M A WRECK, YOU SAY THAT I'M A MESS, HOW COULD YOU EXPECT ANYTHING LESS? | Humans. Such a fascinating breed. So easy to corrupt, yet so strong-willed when cornered like the helpless whelps they are… Kizuo huffed, leaning back on his seat with the look of perpetual boredom plastered on his features. His charming smile had been replaced by a lazy pout as students around him too tuned the teacher out from their minds. Kizuo simply found little use in the knowledge he would gain about this mortal breed - how weak they are, how unfathomably random they can be when forced into desperation, such things were only fun when he - the demon - were to be the one to instill that terrible feeling of fear into such pathetic creatures. However, there is one individual human being that always fascinated him - always surprised him with her predictability… or rather, her brutal methods. Kizuo chuckled to himself absent-mindedly. In another life she would've made a very impressive demon, perhaps an even greater liar and deceiver than Kizuo himself. It was most unfortunate that she had been born a mere human being with potential yet to be unlocked. Perhaps, Kizuo mused to himself, human beings aren't all cowering whelps needing protection. Kizuo was so deep in thought in fact, that he hadn't even noticed when all the students had left the classroom as class ended. He simply continued to stare - with a devious little smile - at the ceilings of the classroom. Where did creation go wrong, he wondered, when the thing such as humans was invented? They were so prideful, so ignorant, so completely foolish to ignore the greater powers in the world. How could they not know? How could creatures such as Kizuo not rise up to take over? The demon frowned. Was there some merit to keeping humans in this school at all? His musings were cut short however, at the arrival of just the girl he was thinking of just minutes before class ended. Without even glancing over Kizuo could recognize the voice of the student council president anywhere. She also had a sort of commanding presence that could send a werewolf crying off to their dorm room. "Well well, I was just thinking about you, my love." Kizuo's head tilted towards Lyra. "What is it this time, I wonder. Student council duties? - ah, but there is no class at the moment." Kizuo smirked, "Or are you just here to see me?" The demon turned, hopping off his seat energetically before taking his place leaning against a nearby desk. "I'm just that attractive to you, aren't I?" He asked, a suggestive smile replacing his smirk. "I can't say I'm not impressed with your physicality as well. I mean, this could work out rather well… physically." The demon shifted in his position, waiting for response. |
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LYRA BEAUMONT
fourth year
human Student council president[M:0]
NO MORE TOMORROW
Posts: 10
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Post by LYRA BEAUMONT on Apr 16, 2013 7:56:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable]i still haven't forgotten you words 000tags open to somebody notes |D //squeals .. I need to get back into this rping-thing orz. hope you don't mind mini-powerplay ; -- ; Before she'd entered the room, she hadn't really glanced around but it seemed that the classroom was basically deserted except for one kid and that pesky red-head in the student council. If he could be likened to a dog, she thought him to be asleep for a moment before his ears perked up and he was drawn over to her like a dog who was just told Food! Or perhaps she should liken him to a fly, pesky and always chatting. When he closed the distance between them quickly, she felt a sudden urge to kick him back so that she could watch him crawl up and close the distance again. It was too fast for her liking, and she felt that when going up to your elders, you should at least show a bit more respect, right? Was that too much to demand?
"Tch. Don't flatter yourself." Only I am to be flattered, she thought. And she appreciated the flattery. She made a motion to push his head away, like a bobblehead doll while peering into the classroom as if she were looking for something, someone. She needed to come up with an excuse quickly. "I'm here on private business," she wanted to snarl, but instead just came out kind of like a cliquy girl who's trying to act high and mighty. Unfortunate.
Then she decided that his little inappropriate behavior towards a superior was unnecessary. His stupid behavior was like a kid in his first spring. What was that phrase anyways --- twitterpated? She wanted to chuckle to herself before she slid right towards him, putting a hand lightly on his chin a few fingers staying behind to float on his neck. "Oh? Really?" Eyes narrowed, a mischievous smile formed on her face. "Is that something you think?" Her nails lightly scratched his skin, a tingling sensation she must imagine. She'd never tried it on herself, but she knew that nails lightly touching your skin always felt -- strange.
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