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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 18, 2012 18:10:10 GMT -5
 Despite what some may think, Altair had charm. It was how one needed to survive when being a model. It wasn’t enough to be beautiful, or smart, you had to know how to woo your way into the system. She had done so with her sisters before, the charismatic fourteen-year-old triplets who had taken quite the fall from grace. But she had slowly begun picking herself up. Less drinking, less partying, more studying, but she was always one that needed a fight. That, unfortunately, was unavoidable. And if she landed the modelling job, she would be able to flip off her boss at the gentleman’s club and no longer sell her body to grimy men. Her liberated views on sex and the body helped her see nothing wrong with skin joints. Women weren’t exploited there, they weren’t the ones throwing money around and looking on like they’d never seen tits in their life. It was those that sat in the club that were being exploited, and that was the men’s faults. However, even though she enjoyed sex, she had to say that the anonymous version of it with sleazy men got old. It was bad pay.
She sat down on the bench, placing her books next to her high-heel clad feet. She was always dressed fashionably, just like her sister, and today she wore a shimmering top and jeans. Altair didn’t look like someone who sold her body to strangers, she looked classy. She enjoyed rolling her eyes and scoffing at the sluts with their yoga pants and hiked up shirts. Her stripping outfits were another matter, but her regular outfits left enough to the imagination. She knew how to look sexy without revealing too much skin and wearing pants that showed off her ass crack. Fashion was important to her. She didn’t think she was creative enough to design like her sister, but she knew how to make those clothes look good. It was something ingrained into her since she was young and they became models. It was almost ironic, the girls’ interest in fashion after it was what had caused them to fall apart. Altair believed she could make it this time. She wasn’t as easily susceptible to others, she was maturing, and she wasn’t going back on the runway.
She took out her cellphone from her back pocket, but as expected, there was nothing. She’d sent in her portfolio to a modelling agency, and had yet to hear back from them. But they would call. She had confidence in that. Her pride was something that carried her through life, and though others may be disapproving of such a large ego, she saw nothing wrong with it. If you didn’t believe in yourself, who would? Besides, she could see nothing wrong with herself. Sometimes, she was willing to own up to her mistakes—falling into the nasty drug habit, the same dependency on meds that took Syria’s life—but those were rare moments, usually reserved for her family. Not counting her parents back in Great Britain—they could fuck themselves. She picked up her work and started in on jotting notes down. She was unbothered by the cold, mostly, her elemental status acting as natural insulation. She didn’t wear a heavy winter coat, but there was a jacket she often liked to wear. Of course, all for the sake of fashion.
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Post by luke on Jan 18, 2012 21:51:12 GMT -5
He kind of just out on his favorite spot on the grass. It was facing west and had a great view of the clouds that would pass right above his head. He liked to count them mentally and take not of the wind patterns of the day. For some reason every time it blew to the west, he would have a good day. This wasn’t looking any different than the other good days he’s had in his life and he was now pretty excited about the prospects this afternoon brought. His mind went into all the possibilities and it kind of made him shudder in anticipation for something to happen. Oh no, he was not a person to seek his fortunes as those fortunes came to him. He didn’t care for the opinions of others on the matter nor even his own. He would trust fate and let whatever that may come, come. One could say he could possibly force his luck by forcing the wind to go west, but that was not something he wanted to do either. It would feel unsportsmanlike to the fate. Sitting up on his elbows, he let his eyes wander the courtyard. Now, where was his luck pointing? When the wind went west, that probably meant his luck was in that direction. So, looking in the direction of the wind, Luke saw her. She had really light hair and clothing to trick the imagination. He had to admit that she was a looker. Watching the wind above him, he got an idea. He saw a Frisbee game a little bit down. Getting up, he wiped the grass off of his blue windbreaker and jeans. He went to the guys and asked to join. They agreed to let him in and after a few moments of playing, he tossed it into her direction. He moved his finger gently and then forced the wind to push it to land gently to her. Well, close enough to make him get close. Saying he’d get it, he ran to it and looked straight at the girl in front of him. “Hey there.” He greeted with a smile, tossing the Frisbee behind him. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around here.” |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 19, 2012 15:06:00 GMT -5
Altair took her time to address the Wind student, finishing up the sentence she had been writing. Just because someone spoke to her, she didn’t believe she should have to drop everything just to regard them in return. Marking down the period with a swift movement, she took her time to raise her blue eyes to his own. The flickered for a moment to give him the usual once-over she gave anyone before speaking to them. He was fit, in her mind. Without moving her eyes, she noticed the guys in the background. A game of frisbee? She almost snorted. Altair never really played sports, only when asked of her, but she did enjoy watching them. But they were sports like football and American football.
Her pen poised above the paper as if she may start writing again, she drawled, ”I’m not surprised. There’s some thousand-odd students here.” She lifted her white-blond eyebrow as if in challenge. She and her sisters made quite a splash when they arrived to the Academy last year. They were foreign, hot as fuck, and the rumors swirled about their…illegal behavior. They became even more of a hot topic when Syria died of an overdose. She seemed to be the most well-adjusted out of the three of them. It was obvious then that they were wrong. But like most in school, they became old news when their lives calmed down. Whenever Altair got into a fight, it was just another day. ”Altair Bennett,” she introduced herself, looking back down at her notebook and jotting down another note. Without raising her head, she asked, ”You?” She wasn’t too curious, but Altair did have some social graces—she wasn’t simply an animal, even if her most enjoyed activities were fighting and fucking. And eating, of course.
When she lifted her gaze again, she looked over at the game. ”Frisbee?” She tilted her head, blond locks falling in just the right way. Hairspray was a wonderful thing. ”I see you go hard with your sports.” This wasn’t Altair being mean, it was actually as close to friendly as she got. When she was mean, she simply fought. And she went below the belt, naturally. This guy did nothing to offend her. As a matter of fact, he looked like a nice piece of ass. Sure, he was shorter than her, but not by an outstanding amount. Quite a few guys were shorter than her—she and her sister were models, they were leggy and tall.
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Post by luke on Jan 19, 2012 20:12:07 GMT -5
Luke looked at her for a moment and nodded. That was true, it was a big school. The likelihood of finding her before was likely rare when he thought about it for long. Still, she seemed nice enough and was kind of feeling bad for not knowing her previously. Then again, he was one of those special folks who were always in their own little world, so that didn’t matter much did it? Well, at least now he could make up for lost and talk to someone new! Without skipping a beat or raising a hand, she introduced herself and Luke nodded in accordance with her name-dropping. “Lucas Vidal.” He didn’t know if she wanted nicknames or not, but that didn’t matter did it? Those could wait. They could always wait. He wasn’t going to rush into anything hopefully, and if he did, well awesome! When he heard her turn to him playing Frisbee, he only smiled and shrugged. “Yep, nothing wrong with being athletic.” He winked. “Futbol, Football, Basketball, Frisbee. Sport is sport and keeps me looking well.” He then arched an eyebrow at her. “Don’t ya agree?” He liked how she looked and how her hair fell in that perfect way. She definitely was the type to pay attention to her appearance, and it was in his opinion, worth it. She looked model-like. She had the legs and the eyes for it surely. Now, it was time to see how she responded and to see how this would go from there. He had to admit that he was kind of excited but cautious. He learned to never jump the gun and to be patient, no matter how much he lost interest and just wanted to do something else. Patience sometimes was worth it, and hopefully, being patient here would prove its dividend. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 19, 2012 21:29:40 GMT -5
Altair gave no real show of having heard the guy, her aloof demeanor ever-present. She was as cold as the snow her hair looked like, the ice her eyes resembled. Her fiery temper counteracted that, and there was heat in her bed. She wasn’t just one thing or another, hot and cold. She was ecclectic, and Lucas—as he’d introduced himself—was barely getting a taste. But his good looks had caught her interest. Everything was appearances with her, after all, first-take judgment. She wouldn’t bother with someone who didn’t pass her initial inspection. Lucas had done that well enough, even though it didn’t seem as if he really made an impression on her. No one really did, not enough to actually get to know her. All anyone ever got was her sarcastic self or her violent one. There were layers no one had yet to see, and that no one would likely ever see.
Lucas went on about his sports, and her gaze remained on his, searing through him as if studying every inch of him. Her eyes were never short of intense. Altair almost smirked at his question, but a mere twitch in her lips revealed her amusement. She knew a come-on when she heard it. ”Fishing for compliments, are we?” she countered smoothly. ”Don’t know if I’m willing to oblige you. Care to persuade me?” Of course she found him attractive, but then again, she believed her sexual orientation to be anything with a pulse. She did have standards, mostly based on looks. In her profession, that wasn’t really a luxury. She could admire Luke for his confidence, it was really something she appreciated in others. Those with low self-esteem made her roll her eyes most of the time. ”I mean, how can I properly judge when you have your clothes on?” Her eyes were vicious, mocking, and she had a less than appropriate sense of humor. This was Altair, though, and Altair…she was herself.
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Post by luke on Jan 20, 2012 5:00:52 GMT -5
Luke arched an eyebrow at her response. Well, she was kind of interesting already wasn’t she? She already had something about her that caught him off-guard but just the general personality she gave off had been confident and a little fiery. He liked it. He didn’t know why, but he really liked it. He looked at her for a moment longer and smirked. “Not really, just stating facts.” He responded gently with a light laugh. He gave her a look as she asked for him to persuade her and he didn’t know exactly how to go forward. His mind flashed into the positives and negatives of what was probably going to happen in the few moments and decided to shut down his mind for a moment. In these matters of love and war, it was always better to just shut the mind and just go with it. No restrictions, no guilt, just fucking go and do whatever your body told you to do. It made his life easier, and for someone like her, it probably made hers easier too. God was she pretty. “Persuasion?” He asked, letting a touch of his accent hit the end of the word. “Hmm, you bring up a fair point.” He added, putting his talent in these situations to their maximum. He arched an eyebrow and met her vicious look with a smile. “You could always find out?” He asked. He had no idea what the hell he was doing. His words were no longer coming out of his mouth, and his body was doing it from there on out. His mind was telling him how stupid this was and that he probably was screwing himself over, but that little part of him that really ran the show had made up its mind. This girl had a fire he wanted to know, and he was attracted. In fact, he fucking wanted it. He wanted to be near it. It was somewhat addicting. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 20, 2012 16:45:43 GMT -5
Altair made a soft humming noise in her throat to show that she had heard the guy, though she was once more distracted by the paper in front of her. This aloof act was an attempt to see just how big his ego was, if it could compare to her own. She didn’t think much of a man who didn’t believe in himself and his abilities. And Luke her quite obviously was secure in himself. She lifted her eyes when they spoke on matters of persuasion. ”I do that a lot,” she said, her voice smooth as ever. She really was like a brick wall in what she gave to people, what she let others see of herself. Stand-offish, direct, and pompous were great words to describe her. But there was always something else. In any case, she found this boy to be quite amusing, much better than the work she pretended to have interest in.
She brushed hair away from her eyes, the movement not taking her attention away from him. ”And what makes you think that I’d be interested?” she retorted. Her reputation as a whore had apparently spread, if Nerine had heard about it. She didn’t care, just like she didn’t take words like ‘whore’ as an insult. They were cheap words used to debase others. She liked to have fun. Everyone fucked—she just did it a lot and with skill. The Fire student tapped her pen against her lip, still observing Luke like he was something put on display for her. The cat and the canary. The truth was, she thought the human form was a beautiful thing, no matter what. ”I’m still not very convinced that I want to find out.” It was as if she were asking him for a song and dance, a production to prove his worth. She had fun with games.
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Post by luke on Jan 21, 2012 2:25:50 GMT -5
Luke smirked a little before letting out a small laugh. “Oh, I can tell. You seem like you do this quite often.” He liked to think he had a point. She seemed to be very efficient at this and at least know what exactly she was doing in the terms of what they were doing now. It was quite interesting to note at least. He wondered what else he could find out about this girl and what exactly was floating in her head. She interested him, mainly from the confidence she seemed to be leaking into the grass. It was impressive to say the least.
When she asked on why she would be interested to see him without a shirt or whatever she cared for, he let out a small laugh and arched an eyebrow. “Well, I’m me. That’s it. I just know what I do, want and like and I feel that’s what you like. Plus, the Latino accent gives me points.” He replied, winking on the last point, making sure his accent hit. He knew how to flirt and he knew how to be just as confident. He was older now and much more intelligent than he had in his past. He knew exactly what he was getting himself into and wasn’t afraid of all the possible consequences to his actions.
“Is there anything I can do to convince you otherwise?” He asked, pouting a little, trying to act cute. Of course this was a game to him. It was a fun little thing and he didn’t know what she would do. There was nothing serious in the world or in their youthful age and whatever he can do to maintain that fun was something that he was going to do regardless. Nothing in the world compared to just having fun, and he was going to reap the benefits of it.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 21, 2012 18:28:08 GMT -5
Quite often? ”Glad you notice.” Alair was very experienced, to say the least. She was part of the game her entire life, she knew how to play, and had quite some skill in what it took to bend others. Altair wasn’t very manipulative—she much preferred a straightforward way to getting what she wanted. But she could charm, and she could flirt, and she could be something other than the wild beast others knew if they fought her. She was dirty, she was rough. Many knew that, even the girls she fought with like Nerine and Gab. A lot of her issues were actually with Water students. She rarely fought with her own kind, despite her temper. They were a tight, loyal group, and therefore when they did fight, it was never anything cataclysmic.
Her lips pulled into a smirk. Okay, she really liked this guy. One thing she didn’t like is the boys who tried to act all gentlemanly and proper when she knew what they wanted was to get in her pants, expecting her to believe them. It seemed a game that the guys came up with, one that she didn’t really like to play. She liked the guys who didn’t hide their intentions, and knew what they wanted. Like Luke. ”Your accent?” Her blue eyes were playful now, finger flicking the paper on her lap. In Canada, everyone had an accent. Bu she had to admit, the Latino one was rather sexy. ”I do fancy it. But I don’t know if it’s enough…” She wondered how long she could carry this out, play with him. Maybe he would give up, thinking she really was just a tease. That was far from the truth.
Altair lifted her eyebrow a turned her head. ”I don’t know,” she told him. ”Be creative.” It was ironic, that she was playing hard to get. That was the opposite of what she actually was, and she wondered if he knew. Of course, it wasn’t like she was hiding it. Not like she particularly tried to veil the vicious intent in her eyes. She may have liked to play, but when it came to it, she also knew what she wanted. She was sure and strong in her beliefs. Nothing wishy-washy when it came to anything. It was all up to her banter partner, it was his next move.
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