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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 22, 2012 13:54:14 GMT -5
 Altair was used to doing things she shouldn’t be doing, it was kind of her shtick. On some levels, she was doing better for herself. There was the possible contract she’d gotten with a modelling agency, it all depended on the callback. Of course, she was confident that she would get a callback. There was the fact she’d been doing good in school, not counting all the detentions she’d gotten herself. Therefore, she believed that she could allow herself little breaks, little pleasures like this. Parties were something she attended as much as possible. It was almost habit really, another one she’d be better without. The Fire girl felt accomplished enough that she allowed herself this. Because really, who cared if she went to a party? Rowena sure as hell didn’t—unless she had to bail her sister out of the drunk tank. Sometimes, Altair felt indebted to the girl, then she remembered that she shouldn’t be indebted to anyone. Rowena got the best of her, but the best was only a few things. Not in Altair’s mind.
She crossed her arms as she watched a game of beer pong. Well, it wasn’t a real game. No one seemed to know how to play it. These were high school kids, after all, not college students who mastered the art of drinking games. In her own hand she had a beer, dangling from manicured fingertips. She wasn’t drunk yet, merely buzzed. It took a lot to get her down. She remembered the bottle of tequila she’d drunk one night, got absolutely shitfaced on, when the police came. Leo had been with her then, the kid being a little smartass. Usually she was amiable when hammered, but the right person could piss her off. Besides, the only way one could get her in a truly good mood was if she was high. Leo’s dead now. She didn’t feel too much about that. He’d been a nice kid, but she wasn’t a very nice person. She’d used him as a manservant because it was his idea of paying her back for kicking a few kids’ asses for him. Then he’d pissed her off, and they lost contact after that. She didn’t regret it. Altair never really felt empathy. The only death that had affected her was Syria’s—her death changed everything for the Bennetts.
Growing bored of watching the idiots around the table, she tried to find something for entertainment when she, in fact, found someone. ”Hey,” she said to the boy with a nod of her head. He didn’t look familiar, but he was fit as fuck, and she liked that. It wasn’t uncommon for her to do this at parties. She basically lived off violence and sex. She didn’t care if that gave her a bad reputation because she didn’t need others to reassure that hse was good enough. She knew that she was fucking awesome. ”Wanna fuck?” Sometimes she flirted, sometimes she got straight to the point. Most of the time, she was a straight to the point person unless she wanted to play. However, she didn’t want anything from this guy other than a night, and the upfront approach was the best way to get it. In her mind, at least.
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Post by sebastian on Jan 22, 2012 16:09:43 GMT -5
Sebastian had no clue what in the hell he was doing. Loud music blared around him, bodies pressed up against him on all sides. A few started rubbing against him in a most provocative way. As attractive as some of these girls were, he wasn’t quite in the mood. He had come here with another of the Waters, a guy whose name slipped Sebastian’s mind at the moment. But as soon as they had arrived, the other Water had vanished into the crowd. Sebastian had caught sight of the guy once or twice, usually with his arms around girls, or his hands on their hips, once with a drink that looked suspiciously like alcohol in his hand. Sebastian didn’t much care what the guy did, it was his own business, but he would have appreciated a little bit of company. He had kind of hoped to be the guy’s wingman, or something. Wasn’t that usually how it worked? Sebastian wasn’t completely oblivious. He knew he was a good looking guy. He could get a good number of these girls, if he tried hard enough. But apparently he just wasn’t wingman material, at least not to this guy.
Sebastian leaned back against a table, his arms across his chest as his eyes bounced around the scene. Most people were dancing, or drinking, or both. A few of the girls seemed to be lacking vital articles of clothing, or perhaps they had intended to wear only swimsuits and leggings. Sebastian couldn’t muster much respect for those types, the ones who were so free with their bodies. He wasn’t opposed to getting physical – well, no that was a lie. He usually avoided it because whatever horny feelings girls got when they started touching him, they vanished when he took off his shirt. But he wasn’t a prude either, he just wasn’t a one night stand – lets rub genitals – kind of guy. He glanced around, skimming the crowd. His eyes landed on one girl in particular, standing quite close actually. She was pretty, though in the dim light he couldn’t tell if she was pretty, beautiful, or stunning. She was standing with her arms crossed, mirroring his. As he looked, she seemed to notice him, and smiled. He smiled back. This was the kind of interaction he was up for, honest conversation, honest interest, a first name basis.
“Hey” She nodded to him. He turned slightly to face her, still leaning against the back table, though his arms were uncrossed now and resting lazily on the table. “Hey,” He grinned at her. “I’d say something witty and charming, but my wingman seems to have ditched me.” He flashed her another laughing grin. He was about to say more, to introduce himself or something, but she interrupted him. “Wanna fuck?” Her manner was abrupt, no beating around the bush. Sebastian straightened, his eyes wide. This wasn’t what he had intended, and he wasn’t sure quite how to laugh the situation off. He coughed nervously, though inside he was thinking awwww Shit He cleared his throat, still trying to smile in a “sorry I don’t want to sleep with you” kind of way. “I’m sure you’re a nice girl with…some morals” he ran a hand through his hair. This wasn’t a first time thing for this chick. She had been around, and around, and around the block. Somehow, it kind of killed her previous prettiness. “But as much fun as contracting STD’s sounds, I think I’ll pass for tonight. ” He tried to laugh off the encounter, just waiting for when he could slink away.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 23, 2012 16:01:10 GMT -5
Altair kept an air of coolness around her, a usual cloak for her. It wasn’t a defense mechanism, because she was not someone who was afraid of people or interaction. It was something that she merely did without even knowing. ”A shame,” Altair said about his wingman, the guy—whose name she didn’t even know—laughing at his joke. Honestly, she could care less about names. She didn’t get names very often, unless it was someone she’d known before and had just offered up some fun to. It was pointless to her, really. She wasn’t aiming to start a relationship. She didn’t care about the other person. She didn’t plan on meeting them again when it was like this, just anonymous sex. There was nothing wrong with it, as long as the other person understood the situation.
It was her turn to laugh when he seemed shocked by her words. What, was he a prude? He was adorable in that way, but she didn’t really know. All she knew was that his next words made her arch an eyebrow. Morals? What are those? Well, she did have some morals. Kind of. More often than not, they blurred, os it was sometimes hard to tell with her. Still, she wanted to hear where this going. And it wasn’t a very nice place. Not for this guy. His words did well to spark up her temper, like a flint to wood. ”STDs hmm?” she said, the malicious glint in her eye apparent. ”Trust me, STDs aren’t the worst you’ll get from me.” She was clean, thank you very much, she made sure of that. Not like anyone wanted to be affected, and certainly not her. She wasn’t a dumb whore who didn’t take precautions. She knew what she was doing, because she’d done it for so long. Birth control, condoms, anything to make sure that she wouldn’t catch anything from anyone. And even if she was sure, she got herself tested.
So these words were just particularly offensive. Besides, it wasn’t a difficult task to anger Altair. She drew in close to the boy, taking out her lighter and putting a cigarette in her mouth as cover. However, in a split second, the flame from the lighter grew into one much larger than normal. Just as quickly as it was there, it vanished, leaving the hem of the boy’s shirt on fire. ”Oops!” She said the word with an unparraleled look of glee, quite at odds with the regular use of it in apology. ”Look like someone’s flammable,” she cooed. ”Sorry, I’m just so wasted and whoreish that I didn’t see what I was doing.” Altair played up the ‘drunken girl with no morals’ act to prove just how the opposite she was. She was more dangerous than that. She was a threat, a very real one, and the beer bottle in her hand was nowhere near empty.
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Post by sebastian on Jan 23, 2012 23:42:12 GMT -5
Sebastian only nodded and made a non-committal mhmm in reply to Altair’s first words. He was only half paying attention, assuming she would wander off on her own. Girls like this one, well they didn’t stick around long, and they didn’t tend to take rejection too badly. They just shrugged and walked on to the next good looking guy, hopefully one that was actually looking to score. Sebastian had moved his hands back into his pockets in a sort of relaxed manner, leaning lazily against the table. His gaze flicked out and around the gathered people. He had to admit, despite her low morals, this girl was by far one of the more beautiful of those actually at this part. His gaze was drawn back when she started talking about STD’s. He laughed nervously. It seemed this girl was determined. He figured she was suggesting rough sex – at least that was what it sounded like. Whatever her angle was, he wasn’t taking it. Some guys were in to that kinky rough stuff, but Sebastian was a hopeless romantic of sorts. He was all soft and gentle and “do it for love”. Yet another reason he and this girl would not work out well together.
He was about to make some excuse, shove away from the table and wander into the crowd, when the girl pulled out a cigarette. Really that was pretty much strike three. Sebastian didn’t mind a little drinking now and then (no alcoholics preferably), but he found smoking of any kind to be entirely distasteful. He hated the smell, the way the smoke seemed to follow a person in a cloud of sooty ash. It really was a disgusting habit. He forced his face to remain relaxed, though he itched to wrinkle his nose at the mere sight of the cigarette. But thoughts of smoking, and other vices, soon vanished. A flame jetted out from the lighter the girl held, but too large to be ordinary. His eyes snapped wide, leaping up to hold her gaze. His brows furrowed, a combination of fear and anger. He smelt burning, and felt warmth against his stomach. His shirt. He screamed, he couldn’t help it. Fire was an unnatural fear, something he couldn’t control. He flailed his arms blindly, latching onto a stray cup. He connected with the cool glass, which seemed to hum in response. Water, he could feel it. He returned his eyes to her.
He splashed the water on his shirt, dousing the flame though it had already consumed the bottom of his shirt, partway up his chest. The rest he kept in the cup. He knew enough, from the few classes he had taken, that Water was the weakness of Fire. Without even a smidgen of regret, he tossed the remaining half cup of water towards the girl, stretching out his palms as he did so to send the water racing at her like spears or shards of glass. He wished he could have made ice, but he didn’t have the control. He was panting. He didn’t want to hurt the girl, despite the fact that she had deliberately set him on fire. He just wanted to neutralize her. His shirt was torn and charred. The bottom of his scar was bare, exposed on his hip for all to see, though Sebastian hadn’t yet noticed. It stretched up, vanishing beneath what was left of his clothing. “You don’t handle rejection well I see.” He tried to keep his voice from shaking as he cleared his voice, straightening. He didn’t want to draw the attention of humans. “I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t touch me again.”
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 26, 2012 20:16:09 GMT -5
After the insult, Altair definitely did not want to be in his pants. The comment on the things he could get from her meant a punch in the face. She wasn’t persistent if a guy expressed his desire to be away from her. However, she was willing to part on amicable terms as long as they didn’t piss her off. This guy did a very bad job at that. She smirked when she saw him flailing, heard him scream, and sipped her beer as she raised her eyebrows at him. Yes, he didn’t have to worry about STD’s from her, he merely had to worry about her temper. Altair did not mess around, nor did she fight ‘pretty’. She didn’t care if you were man or woman, she enjoyed the fight. Of course, this meant she was disappointed when he splashed the water on himself, ending the little show. Oh well, there was more she could do without her powers. And yes, she would continue in her violence because that’s how she was. She did not back down, ever.
Her eyes narrowed when he threw the water at her and gritted her teeth when the water cut into her stomach. Literally cut through her shirt. Water elemental. That was the only answer she could come up with. A low, gutteral growl came from her throat. She grabbed him by the collar, pulled him in so he had an up-close view of the rage on her face. ”Are you bloody retarded?” she hissed. ”There are plenty of people around, do you honestly want to become a government guinea pig.” Her voice was kept low, but the rage in it was very apparent. She was stealthy with it, the flame was too quick to be noticeable. And maybe others wouldn’t notice the speed or effect of the water, but the slashes in her shirt were definitely unnatural. ”Dumb cunt,” she muttered under her breath. It was not her desire to draw attention from mortal idiots tonight.
She didn’t care about his scar, didn’t really take much notice of it. Scars were scars, a lot of people had them. She had plenty, some of the stories intersting, some not. She liked to blame the one on her leg as the start of her addiction. Altair scoffed. ”Rejection? Please. Sorry, hun, but you’re not attractive enough to be upset about.” She rolled her eyes. He was fit, but not worth losing her head over. No, what had sparked her rage was his other words. ”It’s just that most girls don’t respond well to STD remarks.” This guy didn’t even know her, wouldn’t be able to tell how many guys she fucked just by looking at her. ”You should be worried about me hurting you,” she seethed. As if to prove her point, she cocked back her fist and decked him in the jaw. He just continued to piss her off. Maybe she might have turned away if he just kept his mouth shut, but he seemed to enjoy talking. Don’t touch him again? She’d do whatever the fuck she wanted, thank you very much.
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