what a day--(ALTAIR)

[jen]

Lily really wasn’t having a good day. Her dad hadn’t called like he promised he would, and while she was out on a run, clearing her head, she got in a fight with some water kid, because she was near the lake, and he thought it would be funny to mess with her. Well he sure got himself a scare, not aware that Lily always kept a lighter on her, in case of things like that, she would always have her element with her. But the kid hadn’t been alone and Lily had been out numbered, so she got out of there as fast as she could, and now she was stumbling down to the dungeons to sit in a stuffy common room. Lily liked the cold, that’s why she had chosen to run, but now she was back, and in a bad mood; sucks for anyone that tries to talk to her today.

She walked into her dorm room and grabbed her camera, and laptop so she could upload photos and edit them out. On her way back into the common room her phone started to ring, but she ignored it without even looking at it. She found a big comfy chair next to the fireplace on the far side of the room, hopefully away from any confrontation that might come her way. She pulled everything out of her pockets, her phone, her headphones, her lighter, and set them, along with her water, on the little table next to her. She pulled off her shoes, and set them together on the side of here next to the wall, pulled up her pant legs and then crossed her legs together, pulled her computer out of its little red case and set it on her lap. When her computer turned on a picture of her, her mom, and her dad, smiling, glared at her from the screen, and she absently touched the locket at her neck. She’d given the necklace to her mom for her mother’s birthday six years ago; on one side was a picture of Lily and her mother on Lily’s first birthday, on the other was a picture of Lily’s parents on their wedding day, it was Lily’s prize possession, she only took it off to shower, and no one knew what it meant to her. She plugged in her camera and pulled up her pictures and started messing around with them.

Notes: Sorry it took so long…
Outfit: Here

[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

Altair crossed her arms, the glow of her cigarette lighting up the dungeons. ”You’re gonna get in trouble,” her companion said as he leaned against the wall. Even in the dark, she could see his wolfish grin. The Brit rolled her eyes. ”If someone sees me. And I don’t see anyone around. A fucking shame, ain’t it?” He laughed, and she took the cigarette from her mouth, flicked ash to the ground. Sometimes she thought about exploring deeper into the dungeons where there were a few skeletons lying around from when the castle utilized this hole, but then she remembered that she had other things to do. It was something she supposed that she’d have to do eventually, she just never found the time.

Her blue eyes blinked over in the guys direction, and it took her a moment to get his name right in her head. Nathan, right? ”Why are you hanging around me, Nathan?” It didn’t sound angry, just plain and almost dry. That’s what even her ‘friendly’ tone of voice sounded like. ”What, you don’t like me or something, Bennett?” She waited for him to actually answer her question, and he said, ”I was just wondering if you were planning to drop by Alison’s. She’s having a party tonight.” Altair exhaled, watch the smoke. The stench of it clogged up the enclosed space, and Nathan coughed into his sleeve. She shrugged. ”I guess.” Not having anything else planned, a party sounded like a good thing. She didn’t have to wonder why he asked. He hung around Bobby, a kid she recently screwed around with, and he probably figured he might score with her. She didn’t know whether or not she’d give him an easy lay. He wasn’t that attractive—it’s ll on the surface, that’s all that matters—and she didn’t think he’d be willing to pay, and that’s what he’d have to do. She smirked and shook her head. If you get me drunk enough, maybe.

The girl didn’t mind being considered “easy”. Words like slut and whore were just labels, and she called herself them because she knew they had no real meaning. She slept with whoever she wanted, it was a free world, and it was not the fifties anymore. Sure, as a society, the free love movement had passed, but she wasn’t a swinger or any of that shit. She liked to have fun and she liked to fuck without commitment. Who didn’t like to fuck? If you had a body and a sex drive, she figured it was something that every human being enjoyed. How was she different just because she chose not to settle down with one guy? She figured that would be boring. One time would be good, but eventually she’d learn all his moves, and every part of his body, and it would be the same old thing. Why not have new experiences every night, with new men, why not have the excitement and thrill of locking eyes with an attractive stranger and finding out every carnal secret they held? Monogomy didn’t sound appealing to her in the least.

She crushed the cigarette beneath her heel and headed toward the dorms, and Nathan tagged along, not talking to her. Altair enjoyed that—don’t speak unless you have something worth listening to. He seemed to abandon this approach as they reached the common room, picking up a conversation with her that she barely had a mind to respond to. Nathan found the girl sitting in the chair, and headed over to her, pulling off her headphones as he leaned over her shoulder in what must have been an uncomfortably close way. ”Oh hey baby, whatcha looking at there?” His voice was teasing, and Altair rolled her eyes as she stripped off her sweater, uncomfortable in the heat. She was more-than-comfortable with her body and anyone who looked at it, so she didn’t care that there were others in the room. ”Bugger off, Nathan, don’t you have a some bud that needs smoking?” She rolled her eyes—goddamn pothead. He grinned up at Altair as he wrapped his arms around the other girl’s shoulders, his head against hers. ”She don’t mind.”

Altair took out her lighter and with a flick, sent a tongue of flame to Nathan’s hair. He quickly patted out the flames, but she managed to singe his spiked do. ”Fucking bitch,” she growled, stroking his hair lovingly while shooting her a glare. It looked like it was about to turn into a fight, until she sent another flame to knock him back. He was in a younger grade. She enjoyed a fight. He didn’t seem to want to oblige you. ”You think you're tough, but the only thing you're good at's sucking dick,” he muttered darkly. "You wouldn't know though, huh. Can't think of any bitch who'd touch your tiny prick,” she replied, hoping to goad him into a fight. The boy just stomped off to his room though, apparently to fix his hair. There might be problems later, but she didn’t mind. Altair looked at the girl with her camera, and asked, ”What do you have, anyway?” She was bored, now that she was without a fight, and so she resulted to conversation. There was quite a bit of time before her next class, and she needed to kill it doing something.


[got carried away, you do not have to match. xDD]