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Post by chase on Apr 10, 2012 20:30:58 GMT -5
The room was big for a dorm room, in one corner he had a closet that held basically all his clothes. His bed was more towards the the centre of the room pushed up against the far wall from the door and he had a desk beside it, which held his laptop, lamp, books and other stationary things. The eighteen year old walked into the room and dropped onto his bed, flicking his lighter on and off as he stared into space. He laid on his back and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. Lighting the lighter once more he drew the flames from it and twirled it around his finger. He was bored and had nothing to do, his hands shifted around the flame as he changed its shape and form at his pleasure.
First he had it as a ball then he turned it into an arrow, even a tiny little car. Then he snapped his fingers and the flames dispersed leaving behind nothing but smoke. Stretching Chase stood up and took his shirt off before walking over to his closet. Looking around inside he found a black t-shirt and threw it on. This should be good enough he thought to himself as he looked in the mirror. After all it wasn't like he was going on a date or anything. With a shrug he turned and headed for the door, slipping his lighter into his pocket he he left the room.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 11, 2012 20:37:49 GMT -5
It wasn't uncommon to see Altair in a fit of rage. It was almost a default setting for her. Now, she actually had a reason to be in the state she found herself in as she entered the dorms, ears ringing as she stuck a finger in one to try and get some of the water out. Of course Earths enlisted help from some of their Water buddies, she wasn't very surprised at all. At least she taught those pussies not to fuck with her. She had exhausted a lot of her energy from the fight, but she didn't give a fuck. Bitches deserved everything she did, every punch, every insult. She didn't even start this war, surprisingly, but she was ready to reign hellfire upon anyone who crossed her. The Earth kiddies really didn't stand a chance against all that was the Fire element. She was only one example of the power they held. They were the forest fires, they destroyed everything in their paths like lava down the side of a volcano. She epitomized that, she was the volcano. The destruction, a Fury in the body of a model, of a recovering addict, a woman who put her body on display for hungry eyes. Altair knew everything she was and how to use it.
Not caring that she wasn't allowed there, she headed toward the boy's dormitories. There were a few whistles from the jackasses who thought the interloper was entertaining, surprisingly immature in this setting when girls tended to walk around the dorms with their shirts off thanks to the heat. Luckily, the man she was looking for wasn't even in his room, and she grabbed him by the collar to pin him against the wall. Unnecessary, really, considering he had done nothing to her, but she couldn't attest to making the best moves when so pissed. "We have to launch an all-out fucking attack against the Earths," she growled, her face close to his. Her eyes were blue and crystal clear, something usually attributed to innocent girls with daisies and sundresses. Her soft white hair added to that image, she was the picture of innocence. The irony was laughable. "They fuck around too much, Chase, and I'm gonna kill them." Her voice dropped into a low growl at the last word.
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Post by chase on Apr 11, 2012 20:51:34 GMT -5
The sudden outburst of wolf whistles and jeers down in the further in the boys dorms caught Chases' attention. He jogged down the steps at a moderate pace in hopes of seeing what was happening, little did he know. That what the boys were jeering about was looking for him. The grab at the collar, being slammed into the wall, it was all a big surprise. Who the fu-," he cut himself off when he heard Altair's voice. She was in a bitchy mode, more than usual."Will you calm down and tell me what the fuck happened?" All he heard coming from her was a lot of bitching about killing Earth students. He didn't even know where the extra rage came from in this crazy woman. She seemed so pissed off all the time, that this was...almost scary.
He glanced over the blondes shoulders and noticed all the students watching them, "Is there something over here for you? No, I didn't fucking think so. Now go find something to do!" With a rough sigh, he held onto Altair's wrist and removed her hold on him. He looked her in the eyes with a serious face, "You're more bitchier than usual, and why the fuck are you wet?" he asked noticing the fine streams of water evaporating off of her due to the heat in the room. Chase grabbed her by the arm and tugged her along behind him, "C'mon we're going to the common room before you get us in shit." He really didn't want to deal with anyone asking him why the fuck Altair was in the boys dorms. He just really, didn't feel like putting up with that shit right now. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 11, 2012 22:37:31 GMT -5
Altair may have been just a little unorthodox in the way she got people's attention, but she was aggressive by nature. She breathed violence. She smirked coldly, nothing funny in her humor whatsoever. "Don't tell me to calm down, love, do you want me to punch that pretty face of yours?" It was never a hollow threat with Altair. Never tell anyone in a temper to calm down. It almost guaranteed a punch in the face. He was lucky that she had some limits. Some. Her limit with Chase was that he was her friend and partner and she could respect that. Just a little. It was probably why she didn't have too many friends. The girl fought too much, and she never got close to people. Never opened up or any bullshit like that. Any trauma that she had, well, it was her own goddamn business. She had some do-gooders that were basically interested in her because of reputation the triplets used to have. Now they were known for their one missing, and for the messed up shit they got themselves into.
She didn't care about anyone watching them. Let them fucking watch. Blinking as Chase took hold of her wrist and glared at it before lifting her eyes back up to his own blue ones to respond to his question. "Thought it'd be a nice day for a swim," she said slowly. It was fucking autumn, there was no other explanation for her being wet save for the Water students and their shenanigans. Altair immediately wrenched her arm away from him, but followed anyway. She lit the fire in the common room with a snap of her fingers before taking off her shirt and draping it on the mantle to let it dry. Altair hated it whenever this became habit. "Fucking Earth pussies are getting some help from the Waters," she said as she crossed her arms and leaned next to the fireplace, calming now that she was around the fire. "They can be smart sometimes, which means we should be smarter. I suggest attacking the dorms. I bet there's a bunch of flowers and shit in that place." She'd never been there herself, so she wouldn't really know.
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Post by chase on Apr 12, 2012 0:28:16 GMT -5
He ignored her threat, not that he thought she wasn't serious. He just wasn't afraid of her as most people were, though she was a mite bit scarier than usual right now. "You know, your accent sounds real sexy when you're angry." Yes he was flirting while being held against the wall by a woman who knew how to create and manipulate flames. So what he was crazy, and he could do everything she could too. Still didn't mean he could't get burnt though.
There came the sarcasm that he knew and loved so well, "Could've invited me," he said shooting back his snide comment at her. It wasn't like him to be much of a douche to Altair, but her bitchy persona was starting to get to him. The Fire leaders found themselves in the common room shortly after, with Altair explaining what happened. Well she sort of explained. "You did kick their asses though, right?" Who gave a fuck if it was their weakness, Fire had a rep to uphold and they weren't about to let some water loving retard ruin it. Out of habit, his eyes gave her a once over. Oh how he'd never get tired of seeing the Fire girls walk around topless, but that was for another day. He stared at her for a second, slightly dumbfounded. "You want to rush the Earth dorms? What are you kidding me?" Who knew what kind of they could get into, and who cared. "Why the fuck didn't we come up with that plan ages ago. Lets go burn the place down on the little fuckers." He was getting excited, he loved the idea. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 12, 2012 1:37:43 GMT -5
Altair would have been amused had she not been so pissed off. She wasn't even mad at Chase, he was just getting her second wave of anger. She rolled her eyes his flirting. "You're fucking adorable," she said, sending flames into her hand so they burned his shirt. "Hope you weren't too fond of it." It probably wasn't a way to get on his good side, but she liked to be taken seriously when she's pissed. "And for the record, I'm always sexy." There was a hint of a smirk after she said that. Just with the accent? Please, she knew better.
What she did appreciate, though, was that he could match her blow for blow. She believed him to be worthy of the leader position. Altair was tired of fuckdamn traitors, especially now that they could add Lark to that list. "'Course," she scoffed. "They all scurried off to the medical wing with their tails between their legs." Fucking cowards deserved everything she did to them. Altair had been taking her clothes off for most of her life, she'd only recently stopped being a stripper. It was just a natural state now. She looked at him, very serious, but then an almost-genuine smile found her features. She loved it when he agreed with her. That was a real turn-on. "The only thing we have to think about is retaliation," she said, actually sounding like a leader. "Believe it or not, Ashton isn't much of a pushover. He's the one who pretty much started this shit." Well, it was mostly her. "I'm sure that we can find a way to break into the place and scorch it."
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Post by chase on Apr 12, 2012 2:23:15 GMT -5
He sighed and waved a hand over his shirt, watching as the flames dispersed. It was a good thing he didn't wear one of his favourite shirts today after all. Chase looked at her, "Really? Just had to burn it didn't you, you bitch." He was joking of course, well about the bitch part anyways. He of all people knew better than to feed the fire, but hell she just burned his damned shirt. It was a tad bit much, especially if you put with the whole grabbing and slamming thing. His eyes on her as she moved away from him, "Yeah I know you're always sexy, just felt like I should let you know."
She was one of his favourite persons at the school. He couldn't resist messing around with her, especially when she was pissed off. Though he was glad to hear that she'd kicked Waters ass. He smiled at the news as he took himself a seat in one of the comfy chairs they had in the common room. He tapped his legs, "Come on, sit down and we'll talk all about it." Yeah he was joker through and through, but she started it with the whole "they ran to the hospital wing with their tails between their legs" bit. He tapped his thigh again, "Yeah come sit and we'll talk about how we're gonna put an end to those little mud puppies." Ashton, well he was problem yes, but Chase and Altair should be able to handle him. They just needed people to keep the small fry off their backs while they took out the big Kahuna. "Both of us together should be able to handle that hippie named Ashton, we just need people to keep the small fry off our backs. Our we could corner him in a room, set it on fire." He shrugged, either way it didn't matter to him he just wanted the job done. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 12, 2012 16:08:49 GMT -5
She tilted her head sharply, smile not meeting her eyes. "Sorry babe," she said, obviously unapologetic. She didn't much care about his shirt whatsoever or the state that it was in now. She snorted, taking a strand of her wet hair and pulling it over her shoulder so she could twine it around her fingertips, something that would have been a demure expression on anyone else but was more sinister with her steely gaze and sharp features.
Another one of her almost-pleasant smiles at him that shielded her rage. It took a while for her to cool off, as it did for anyone who was an angry person by nature. Her stomach twisted in upset, and she still felt the adrenaline in her veins, but the heat and the fire of the dorms would always be a comfort. Sometimes it felt like home. But then again, she didn't really have a home. Except with Rowena. The girl was her home. "Really?" she said when he tapped his leg. She strode over to him. Gingerly, she sat on his knee, one arm around his neck for balance, and tugged at his hair. "I wonder how flammable your hair is?" She could make a good joke, too, it just took people some time to get used to it.
She blinked at him before looking away and letting her characteristic smirk form. "I wonder how the Academy would feel about murder," she said, tone half-joking, half-serious. "There was a blood hunt for that Earth bitch Nell before, but I wasn't a student then. If they had killed her...wonder if the police would get involved?" Was she seriously contemplating the murder of the Earth leader? It was not hard to question the inner-workings of Altair's mind and where it went. She never really thought herself capable of murder. But then she remembered her rage whenever someone so much as spoke a word about her sisters. Oh, she could kill.
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Post by chase on Apr 12, 2012 21:25:59 GMT -5
He ignored her sarcasm, there was no point in bantering with her. It would just get worse, besides she was finally calming down. Why the hell would he want her to flare up again? Wasn't the smartest thng for one to do if you asked him. As he walked by her, he tapped her ass with his hand, looked back, smiled and waved. It was a friendly greeting, though if she saw that way he had no clue.
He smiled and nodded his head when she asked if he was serious about his lap. When she sat on his knee he gave her a look, that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her in his lap, his knee didn't count as such. Just about as flammable as your jeans babe," he said in reply to her statement as he ran a hand up her leg. Chase had a teasing smile on his face while he did these actions. Hey if she was gonna touch him and make it look all sensual, shouldn't he return the favour.
He could tell she was sort of joking and sort of serious about the whole murder thing. He was pretty sure the school wouldn't tolerate it, but they wouldn't call the cops and expose everybody. They'd handle it themselves. "How about we hospitalize them, and then they can die there instead of murder." He ran a hand through her hair absent-mindedly twirling the end of a strand around his finger. "Oh speaking about that cunt," he said when Altair mentioned Nell. "I ran into her in the dungeons, burnt her and beat her a little. Then she let slip some info about the Earth dorms." He gave Altair a smile as he let her hair fall from his hand. He knew she'd be delighted at the news he just gave her. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 13, 2012 18:35:22 GMT -5
Altair was exceptionally skilled in the area of flirting, she had to be, it was once in her trade. She sold her skin for a living, and even now that she didn't it anymore, she wasn't ashamed of it. It was a job, it was how she had supported her sister, just like any other person would do. "Wanna test me?" she questioned, feeling that shiver that she so loved whenever someone touched her. It was nice to know that her ways didn't kill her sex drive, that she could still feel these things as if it were the first time. "But then again, I don't know if I would want to be seen with you in meetings with bald spots." She was very much into appearances, they mattered a lot to her. Judgmental, but that wasn't the worst thing about her. Her finger stopped tugging at his hair. It was something she did to Brett a lot, since it was so long and he enjoyed it himself.
She considered his words, feeling his hand tangled in her locks, a cold glint in her eyes. "Sounds good to me. No one will be any the wiser." Her blue eyes gleamed with unabashed joy at his next words however, scooting down into his lap as she tilted her head. Everything about her expression was intensely sadistic. "Did you, now? I suppose Dale wasn't around, then," she said, obviously interested even though it could be hard to tell, considering all you ever really got with Altair was hot or cold. Nothing in-between, no caring, no affection, just anger or steel. Especially with Dale on her mind, the fucking dickweed. "What did she say? Do you fancy we can get in there?" Oh, this was very good news indeed, she had to give Chase props for it. Honestly, she wasn't a people person really, but she was just fine sharing a position with someone like him. They both had the same goals in mind.
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Post by chase on Apr 13, 2012 19:48:29 GMT -5
Chase tilted his head to the side in a feeble attempt to get her to release his hair, the hand that ran along her leg moved further back and up her back. Going underneath her flowing blonde hair, he tapped to fingers on the clasp of her bra. "Sure, soon as you light my hair, your hair and your bra goes up in flames too though," he said with a smile. He wasn't stupid enough to take her threats lightly, even if she was joking so he had to have his own plan of action ready. When she released his hair his fingers ran down her back slowly, his hand going back to the spot on her leg where they had been before. This playful banter between the two, was an everyday thing pretty much. A snide remark here and there, a couple threats. It was what you would call "tough love" one would suppose.
Chase smiled at her when she took his idea into consideration. Which was good, he didn't want to any dirty little clues leading back to them when they were finished with the Earth kiddies. When she slid down into his lap, he felt content. That's more like it, that's what I wanted in the first place, he thought. Then his own facial expression changed to match hers, "No, sadly the bastard wasn't around. I would've gotten him too." His voice went cold as he spoke about the traitor. Joshua Dale,. The man who betrayed his own group for some worthless Earth cunt. He turned his attention to the gorgeous blonde in his lap, "Well," he said going back to playing with her hair. "She did say something about the doors to get in being by the caves, but I don't trust her. So I'm going to check it out later, make sure it's all legit. Wanna tag along, love?" He was half teasing and half serious about the "love" thing as he smiled at her. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 14, 2012 3:26:11 GMT -5
She felt his hand at her back, over her bra's clasp, and raised an eyebrow. Her expression clearly unfazed. "You really want to get your name known, don't you? Because I promise if you touch me you'll get a few words in the obituary section." Her returned his hand to her leg and she snorted, rolling her eyes. She took pride in everything she was, and if he lit up her hair, he'd be going down. Her bra, as well. She had expensive tastes, so everything on her body cost more than most of what he was wearing, she bet. The girl was a model, what do you expect?
As powerful as Chase was, alone he stood no chance against Dale. She had stood no chance against him. Even though she adamantly denied that she lost the fight between them. It didn't count in her mind. With his hand in her hair again, she took it upon herself to drag a fingernail down his chest, to his belt line, bringing her gaze back up. "The caves?" she pondered. Altair didn't know whether to trust the girl or not. Naturally, she was a distrusting person. "Of course I'm coming along," she said, pulling at his waistband like a child curious about what might be there. "Do a little recon."
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