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Post by arabella on Oct 9, 2011 20:18:55 GMT -5
It was Thursday night, a night for studying and getting all of your homework done so you weren't scrambling to do it on Friday night when all the parties were usually blocked. Arabella had finished her homework, as was normal. Also normal was the strange grooming routine that she felt the need to go through whenever something about her appearance was mentioned in an unflattering kind of way. Such as the little freshman Earthworm she'd had to crush beneath her foot after he'd had the temerity to say she looked tired. She wasn't tired! Bella did not look tired.
The statuesque blond glared into the mirror again before taking a calming breath and forcing herself to relax. Glowering like that could put wrinkles in your forehead, she had to glare in that icy way her mother did, the one that made you quake in fear because all the rage was focused in the eyes and the rest of the face was frozen like a mask. Yes, like that. She looked at herself from every angle. She showered, blow dried and styled her hair, plucked waxed and done a quick facial peel. She was glowing and now just a touch of eyeliner, heavy mascara, a bit of lip gloss and ... perfect! She spun and walked away from her mirror to double check the entire outfit. Yes it was evening an no one was likely to see her other than her fellow Thunder Elementals, but they would think she was stunning.
Thunder crashed outside her window and Ara smiled slyly. Yes, she was lovely. Nothing at all wrong with this picture. She smoothed her shirt one more time and headed out to the common room. She walked slowly, inspecting her toe nails to make sure none of the polish had chipped off or smudged. Wouldn't do to put forth that much effort and have it ruined because of a tiny detail like that.
No one was in the common room and Arabella allowed herself a moment to pout before walking over to one of the window seats and draping herself artfully on the cushions so she was comfortable and framed by the storm clouds outside the window. Some people feared the height of the tower and wouldn't go near the windows but Ara was definitely not one of them. She loved her tower and all the lovely clouds outside that kept up a constant electric hum no matter the rest of the weather outside. How anyone could fear anything as beautiful as a storm she would never understand.
Arabella had no patience on the best of days, but cringing in terror from a bitty storm always made her lose her temper. Even when she'd been 5 and one of the maids had shrieked, afraid of the angry crashing that knocked out the power in the countryside, Arabella had told her to grow up and then walked over to watch the rain and lightning from her window. She loved it. She couldn't touch it yet, couldn't call it to her like she wanted to, but she would. She would be going to college here, she'd been working her ass off to that end, and she planned to master her talent. She would call lightning to her someday.
Arabella forgot her careful pose to curl up closer to the window, watching the windows and the faint sparks of electricity outside. The blond pressed a hand to the window and smiled softly. This was why she was here. This beautiful gift that her mother had shared with her. Her mother barely had enough juice to spark a car battery, or maybe it was that she lacked the confidence, the backbone to demand what she was owed. Whatever it was, Arabella had that power. She could do what her mother could not and rather than fearing her power she embraced it as everyone should.
The blond let her slide sideways, resting her temple on the glass as her eyes trailed over all the different shapes in the energetic clouds outside her window. Sitting here, back against the wall, she was at peace. More relaxed than she was at any other time.
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Post by brett on Oct 10, 2011 22:01:40 GMT -5
As with every night recently, Brett had been drinking. He was also experimenting with pills of various shapes, colors, and sizes. But he was more or less clean tonight as far as pharmaceuticals were concerned. It was getting harder to stay away from certain ones, but that was probably just boredom, just like the way alcohol was only so important to him because of boredom, just like cigarettes were there to keep him entertained. Maybe he was in denial, but he'd probably never think otherwise. Addiction just meant that you somehow found a way to take the awesome out of substance abuse. Who cared if many of Brett's nights were spent curled over a toilet? Many more of his nights were spent partying, or getting laid - probably more than most kids his age. The ones he knew, anyway. Unfortunately, it was a Thursday, and the amount of tequila he was consuming was going to get him nowhere. Drinking without social interaction was like music playing with no one to hear it. There wasn't a point. At least, that's how Brett saw it.
Here he was, sprawled across his bed with a bottle in hand and a dim light illuminating his dorm on the other side of the room. This was usually the way he prepared for a night of partying - getting buzzed before he got wasted - but tonight he was just trying to make life more exciting. Booze for Brett almost always led somewhere interesting, and that meant that it must have had some magical properties. Liquor just led to a good time, and that was surely the liquor's cause, and not the social aspect to his typical drinking. Maybe his logic was flawed, but it didn't matter. Brett took another swig from his bottle and set it on his nightstand. He stood, that was the hard part. The room was slowly tilting, and it took a minute to establish balance. The thing about Brett was that his confidence level soared when he was intoxicated. After a bit of drinking, he felt that he could take on the world. He was usually so insecure, and his blood alcohol content needed to rise for him to feel otherwise - it was totally worth the probable liver damage.
Brett strode into the common room with his head held high. He felt unstoppable. Scanning the room, he noticed a girl against the wall. Thank god it was someone he knew. The last time alcohol, strangers, and the common room were mixed, Brett had ended up attacking a near-defenseless bookworm named after a fruit. He didn't want that kind of thing to repeat. Fighting was best saved for sobriety, the rush was better that way. He shot the girl, Arabella, a smile. "Hey beautiful," he greeted her. He knew Arabella pretty well, and knew just how well she responded to compliments about her appearance. She loved attention more than he did, and that was saying something. He also knew a half-dozen other ways to mess with her head and get her to sleep with him too, and that was the icing on the cake. There were few people that Brett could actually manipulate, and Arabella was one of the unlucky few.
Tagged:: Arabella
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 540
Notes:: This post really sucks, but all my intro posts do apparently. >.<
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Post by arabella on Oct 11, 2011 19:42:49 GMT -5
Ara had distracted herself well enough, lost herself in the calming vision of the clouds, that she'd quite forgotten she was posed in the center of the common room. A familiar voice broke her out of her reverie and she turned to give Brett a bright smile. He was drunk, she was very good at noting such things after 4 years of school with him. "Hello yourself handsome," She pushed herself to the edge of the window seat and looked him over for a moment.
Long and lean summed him up fairly well. He was moving sloppily but there was a warm knowing grin on his face as he looked at her. Like he was picturing her naked. To be fair he'd seen that often enough that was fairly easy for him to do so. She tilted her head to the side and continued to watch him for a few moments. He was charismatic and had no problem drawing her in every time he beckoned. There was just something ... intoxicating about him. She didn't just mean the drugs or the alcohol either. Not that she was planning on doing the drugs. Of course she rarely planned for something like that and yet whenever she was with Brett she did all the things she swore she never would.
He made her weak. Then again he also made her feel strong, invincible. Spending time with Brett was an adventure. You never knew what might happen at any moment, what you might find yourself doing. The way he was looking at her now, like she was perfection, it made her want him to stare at her like that all the time. It was easy for Ara to forget all the times that Brett had brought her high and then slammed her down without any kind of remorse and left her a complete mess. Those highs he brought her to were too addictive to avoid.
"You thought you'd come out skippered beyond reasoning and then not share? Wanker." The words were said in a lightly teasing tone, her smile toning down to something a bit more sly and knowing as she stretched her long legs out in front of her and leaned back on her hands, showing off her body. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to keep looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It was an addiction.
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Post by brett on Oct 12, 2011 17:55:28 GMT -5
Brett loved the fact that Arabella even acknowledged the fact that he was intoxicated. Most people just shrugged off the fact that he seemed to be perpetually buzzed, if not more. Most people probably didn't even notice. Most people probably couldn't tell the difference. Most people hadn't known him as a freshman. Not that he was much different, but he was much more sober, that was for sure. It was funny how well a girl who he probably emotionally tormented more than most seemed to know him the best. It just meant that there was room for him to get with her in the future, because she was obviously interested enough in him to analyze his actions in the few short moments that he was in the room.
Brett smirked at her compliment, and pretended not to notice her checking him out. He was pretty much in at this point. If he wanted to, he probably could have just said the word and had her. He wasn't that merciful though. Tonight he was bored, and had plenty of time to kill, so he decided to play a fun game of trying to make her want him without giving any sign that he felt the same. Obviously he did. Brett would pretty much fuck anyone he deemed attractive if given the chance, but he'd had Arabella so many times that he wanted to see how far he could take it until she craved him. Yes, that was a bizarre thought, but he was drunk. All he knew was that he wanted someone to want him more than he wanted them for once, and this girl was the prime candidate for that one. He also loved that she tried to show herself off for him. Most people who did that sort of thing for him, most people who made it painfully obvious that they wanted him, were wasted out of their minds. This girl had to be sober, it was a Thursday, and she didn't like alcohol as much as he did, after all. He decided to take a seat next to her, just so he couldn't stare at her, and so she couldn't feel empowered by it. Brett knew full well that he could build her up and break her down, and he decided that he'd break her down.
Still, Brett couldn't help but have his eyes drawn to Bella's beautiful, long legs every once in a while. It was hard not to. At this point he could remember exactly how they felt, along with just about every other part of her. She was one of the only girls he'd been with more than once or twice that he still was interested in, probably due in part to the effect he had on her. He loved that. So she wanted him to share his booze? Usually he'd be game for that. Usually he'd mention that it was back in his dorm too, and bring her to it. But tonight he decided to go a different route. "You shouldn't be drinking, sweetie," he started, leaning closer so that she'd be able to feel his breath on her ear as he spoke softly. "I'd hate for you do something you might regret." As if that wasn't enough, Brett decided to play one more card in the deck of techniques for seducing Bella, one of his favorites. He sighed and smiled, moving further away from her. "So I heard someone say that you don't look as pretty as you did last year. I have to disagree though," he said as if it were a compliment. Really, he was awful, but that should have been more than enough to make her insecure enough to want him more, God, this game would be fun.
Tagged:: Arabella
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 628
Notes:: Brett's such an asshole. xD
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