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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 30, 2012 12:23:36 GMT -5
For years, Altair had not been at the top of her game with school. She always thought she had more important things to worry about. And well, she did. She never understood the necessity of it when she already had her career. She was a model at age fourteen, she didn't think that anything would ever change what she wanted to do. The girl never counted on a fall that would destroy her career. For a long while, at least. It devastated her, and without the knowledge of how to cope with it, she devastated herself. She had always excelled in destroying herself in her body, ironic considering how much she simply adored everything about her. Thanks to that industry, she realized that no one was going to give you self-esteem. People were more likely to cut you down, tear into you, point out one thing that you hated about yourself and make you doubt everything. She didn't listen to that anymore. She kept herself stable by thinking of just how awesome she considered herself.
Now she was back in the business, and life had become decidedly hectic. Altair could admit that she did care more about partying than school, even though she was rather fond of her powers and she wanted to hone her elemental abilities as well as she could. She and her sisters could be considered late bloomers since they had come so late to the Academy after ignoring their abilities for years, and when she was in the tenth grade she realized just how much she had to make up for. Now it was all come back to her, with a job she loved but which consumed a lot of her time. Her teachers did not know what her career consisted of, they did not realize that she had a busy schedule and that was why she had to nap so often. Only Ms. Thomas became aware of this, and Altair was glad she responded so well to it.
Other teachers did not take it so lightly. Which was why she was here, sitting in a library with her legs bared in short shorts, fingernails tapping against the table. She didn't read, it bored her and she only did it when out of necessity. She was debating getting a periodical, but that would require standing, and as usual she was exhausted. She'd stayed up late last night cramming because surprise, surprise, it was something she actually did. She knew she was behind, she didn't want to be behind as some of her teachers seemed to think, so she took it into her own hands. Altair had a strong sense of responsibility, she always had. She'd once considered herself the mother of her sisters, ever since they had cut ties with their parents. This responsibility transferred to her schoolwork. Well, most of the time.
Thinking of just how responsible she knew she was, she hated the idea that she needed torturing. It was ridiculous. Her problem was not understanding the work, it was having the time to do it. And this? Well, this would just eat up more of her time. It was counter-productive if you asked her. Just as she was about to get that magazine, she noticed a familiar face enter and come toward the table. You've got to be shitting me. She looked entirely unamused as he approached, blinking slowly before she actually spoke. "If you tell me you're Andrew, I'm going to slit my throat," she deadpanned, her eyes flat. She hadn't gotten his name at the party, but oh did she recognize him and she also recognized the tickling in her stomach that would not go away. Now was not a good time to be horny, especially not with this doucheface around. All she wanted to do was curl up in a cubby and sleep, and she knew from experience that she couldn't just manipulate him and make him completely disregard the fact that he was supposed to be helping her out.
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Post by lili2 on Sept 5, 2012 0:58:50 GMT -5
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I just wanna break you down so badly.
 If there was one thing Andrew Eli Propst was, it was an asshole. No sugar coating to it, he just was. But he hadn't always been this way. There had been a time when Andy was just a nice kid, before he grew into the drop dead sexy teenager he was today. There was a time when he hadn't been popular and he had spent more time in the library then anywhere else. Even though he was now one of the most well known guys in his class all that book smart hadn't quite worn off, even though he always tried to hide it.
Class had ended early for the thunder student, that was one thing he loved about these college prep classes he'd been put in this semester, they almost always ended early which meant Andrew had plenty of time to stuff his face before he had to get to the beach for work. The teacher closed the large text book they'd been working out of and was babbling on something about next week's assignments, he wasn't even paying attention. He had his one great love on his mind and nothing else, that being food, of course. Though his concentration was shattered when he heard the teacher call out his name. Andrew see me after class. He hadn't heard the reason why the teacher had called him out, he didn't need to know the reasons as almost every single time it involved something bad. He rolled his pretty blue eyes and leaned back in his desk chair. This was going to be a very long day, he could just tell. He didn't even move as the other students trickled out, he just sat there with his forehead against the desk. Mr. Propst The teacher called out to him from the front of the class, Andy still didn't move, the teacher began tapping his pen against the edge of his large cherry wood desk in slight irritation. Andrew! Finally he looked up, the expression on his face was blank, and he didn't give any verbal sign that he was actually listening though. I have a student in one of my other classes that needs tutoring, I'd like you to meet with her a few times a week after class It took every ounce of his self control to not scream out as many curse words that he could string together in a sentence. He'd only been made to tutor once before and he'd absolutely hated it. He heaved a deep sign and stood up and threw his bag on his shoulder. And I don't want it to end up the way it did the last time you tutored a student Andy just burst out laughing. If he had to go teach some kid how to add two plus two he was going to go get food first, at least.
He pulled back into the school parking lot. God he loved his new bike. He probably shouldn't have spent the money he'd been saving up on it, but it's not every day that a soft tail came up for sale in a price range he could anywhere near afford. Not to mention he loved how much of a badass he looked like with his tight black t-shirt and blue jeans. He turned the key that killed the roaring engine and swung his leg over the bike. This was gonna be hell. As he slowly wandered his way back up to the main double doors of the Academy his mind began to wander. Who would he be tutoring? Was it going to be a guy, or a girl? Most importantly, were they going to be a complete idiot? He pushed open one of the large doors and slowly made his way toward the library. He hated tutoring in there because of that crotchety old librarian, she always bitched at him for being too loud when he had to talk to explain something. He smirked as he vaguely remembered the day he had actually chewed her out for shushing him. Maybe she would have gone home by now, probably not, but he could hope right?
He pulled open the library doors and glanced around, no evil old lady hanging around, maybe his luck was changing. He rounded one of the large sets of book shelves and that white blonde hair caught his eye almost at once. He felt that static tingle in his finger tips again. He shook his free hand to try and make it go away, his body's reaction to this bitchy female was annoying to say the least, but somewhere in the back of his head, he liked it. He cracked that charming grin of his and continued toward the table she was sitting at. It didn't take her long to spot him either, that snarky remark of hers following quickly after. He chuckled a little and pulled up a chair from one of the nearby tables. Don't do that, it's kinda messy.. He grinned and pulled his book bag up on the table and began to pull out the math books he'd brought along.Nice to see you again too, Princess |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Sept 17, 2012 15:37:01 GMT -5
Altair was a naturally grumpy person. There was no true reason for it, grumpy was just her default mood. She just did not see the reason to be happy and bubbly all the time, couldn't force herself to be that way. She left it to the Earths and the Waters, the so-called fairer elements. She didn't want to ever be like that. It seemed so false to her, so forced. No one could be happy all the time, no one could walk around with a smile like everything was just grand. As a matter of fact, that was rather creepy. She didn't think she'd like to see anyone like that for fear that they were some kind of serial killer. Her own mood--well, that was much more natural to her, more real.
She did not think Andrew was funny at all. In fact, she closed her eyes as he spoke, lips puckered and nostrils flared before she found the calm that alllowed her to open her eyes and glare at him. It wasn't just the fact that he was her tutor right now. it was the fact that he probably thought himself hot shit. And not just that night, inebriated and cocky as he probably was. Had he been drunk? Probably not as drunk as her, but then again when she drank she didn't go slow, she didn't hold back. If she was going to destroy her body, why only half ass it? And he was just so calm and confident like he could flash a smile and girls would just flock to his dick. He exasperated her, but that was nothing unusual. What was unusual was the magnetic pull.
Her response to his oh so clever quip was, "Do you get hit a lot?" It was cold and spoken with a firm and serious expression on her face, one that always seemed to be there. Was he actually smart, or had he just been forced to do this for some stupid reason? What grade was he even in? She was supposed to be a goddamn college student and here she was with Mr. Lady Killer, elbow on the table as she rested her chin in it. She looked utterly bored, but it wasn't only to keep up appearances. This place was where happiness went to die, it smelled like cat piss, and she was pretty sure she was wasting away slowly. Everything seemed slow here, and she had much better things to be doing right then. Hell, she could be doing laundry and it would be a hell of a lot more stimulating.
All of her demeanor was slightly agitated and bored, but when he said the 'p' word, it was like he opened the gates to hell, all fire and brimstone. Her response was decidedly less languid than it was at the party when she was too drunk to even function and she would have accepted anything said to her with a friendly punch to the arm. "Call me princess one more time and I will be slitting your throat." It wasn't spoken in a voice that betrayed her anger, the sharp ice sliding through her veins. It was as serious a threat as it could be. "I am not your fucking princess, and I don't take well to degrading pet names." Did he think she was his bitch? She found pet names irritating, even outside of arguments when people seemed to enjoy the use of 'hon'. It was disgusting to her, and she didn't think it was just because of her experiences as a se worker.
Now she was definitely not up to being tutored by this scumbag. However, she also knew she had no choice. This was forced upon her, she hadn't been asked if she wanted it, she had been given a slip of paper, the teacher telling her it had been mandated by the school. And instead of rebelling because really, she couldn't run from her problems, she came to the library and waited for an Andrew Propst. Who turned out to be sexy as fuck douche bag from the party. The chances had been slim, but fate had never been kind to her. "Since I am assuming you're Andrew, let's get this over with." Her eyes cut through him as if seeing into his soul and moving right through. She was a lot less pleasant than she had been that night, and she was decidedly unpleasant at that party too.
Altair moved her arm, and leaned back as if waiting for what he would give her, if he had another little comeback to hit her with that would only agitate her. She didn't take kindly to wise-asses who thought they were hilarious. Well, she didn't take kindly to a lot of things, but that was especially high on her list of no-nos. She had too much pride to be so hypocritical, but there it was. At least she didn't try to be a high and mighty asshole outside of a fight. She knew that she was awesome, she didn't have to go around making a caricature of herself to prove so. Apparently Andrew had other methods, though it was getting hard to deny the spark she felt with him. She wanted to brush it off as the irritation, the anger, but she knew it was more than that. It didn't mean she had to like it.
[omg i'm so sorry this took so long didn't realize you'd even posted until i went through the boards!]
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