Don't say a word [IC]

SilentButterflies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SilentButterflies** on Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:21 pm

_______________________________________________________

"No.. Please..." Felicity Grey tossed around in her single wooden bed, wrapping her legs up in her purple duvet. She was dreaming again, dreaming about the shooting. In her mind, she was on St Paul's street, the rain pouring down and soaking her through. She had been about to carry on walking when the black BMW sped passed her, tires squealing on the slippery surface of the road. As it stopped, two loud sounds echoed around the grey buildings. BANG. BANG. It was only moments later did the back door swing open, a body hurled out mercilessly onto the pavement. And that's when Flick began to move; that's when she made her mistake.

Not able to contain herself, the 17 year old ran over to the heaped form, which lay in a pool of crimson red. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?" She rested her ear against the male's mouth, checking to see if he was breathing. He wasn't. With a silent shriek, a hand flew up to Flick's mouth as she glanced up at the car. And then she saw the eyes. Cold, heartless eyes, which she could get so easily lost in.

And then she woke up, screaming and sweating. Flick clutched at her bed covers, trying to contol her breathing once more. The nightmares she had were less frequent now, but worse when they did occur. She knew that her sessions with Doctor Matthews helped, but they couldn't erase her memories completely. Nothing would be able to erradicate the sight of those eyes from her mind. They were burned there; she was scarred for life. Swallowing the bile that had risen in her throat, Flick pulled away the sheets from her body, flicking on a light switch as she made her way into the bathroom.

Over her sink, hung a plain oval mirror. The girl that was reflected from it, had mussed bed hair and dull pale green eyes. She wasn't the Felicity Grey that everybody knew, she was a pale stranger. A lifeless form. Wrenching herself away from these thoughts, Flick proceeded to splash her face with cold water, before cleaning her teeth and tugging a comb through her mangled chocolate waves. Once she had them under some kind of control, she pulled them into a loose bun, before mooching back into her bedroom. She knew it was time to get over her fears, knew it was time to move on, but something pulled inside her heart whenever she tried. Those dark eyes came back to haunt her, reminded her of what had happened.

With a small sigh, Flick pulled on her clothes, before grabbing her school bag and making her way out of her bedroom. Once down the stairs, however, she was stopped by her mother who was placed gently in the doorway to their front room. "Flick? Morning honey."
"Morning mum," Felicity's mother moved forwards and placed a gentle kiss onto her daughter's forehead.
"You know I'm leaving for work this morning, don't you?"
"Yeah, I remembered." Flick's mother worked for a magazine and when she went to work she often never came back for at least a week. Flick was nearly always on her own in their apartment, except for when the cleaner, Hariette showed up to do her routine evening job.
"I'll miss you honey," the older woman pulled her daughter into a soft embrace, before pulling back once more and keeping her gaze steadily on her face.
"Look after yourself."
"I will, I promise. See you soon, mum." And with that, Flick scooted out of the front door, taking the stairs in a quick run as she disapeared outside and hopped into her Chevy. Another bad habit she'd picked up; paranoia. Whichever way she turned, she thought someone was watching her, the dark eyes from her dream. Telling herself to stop being foolish, the teen gunned the engine to her beloved classic and swiftly pulled away from the curb.

Rawrr · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rawrr** on Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:44 pm

"Ew, Corks, why do you keep doing that?" Jackie was sitting in her bed with her sheets pressed to her chest, a wild array of blonde nest atop her head. Her blue gaze was fixed on her Russian Blue. The cat was sitting idly looking up at Jackie as if expecting a thank you for the gift. And the gift was none other than a dead bird. Corkie was always allowed outside, much like a cat in Europe, she wandered about in the mornings and often brought Jackie breakfast. Right now, it's exactly what the cat was doing. The bird was about fist sized, and Jackie couldn't help but shake in disgust.

"Ew, ew, ew..." She repeated, having slipped from the bed and was lifting the bird by the edge of the wing, trying her hardest not to touch more of it. Corkie murred, following Jackie to the window. The blond lifted the window open and tossed the dead bird out onto the turfgrass in her yard, then B-lined for the bathroom to wash her hands. This ritual happened about two times a week, and more often during the summer.

The rest of the morning was spent in this order; brushing teeth, taking a shower, doing hair, dressing up, doing make-up and last, it was breakfast, which consisted of just a cereal bowl and an apple or some other fruit. The time remaining, Jackie waited for Flick to arrive with her 'old fart', which the blond so nicknamed the car. Since Jackie totaled her previous car in road rage, she was getting rides from her best friend. Her parents had already gone off to work, and her little sisters to school, since their grade school began earlier.

Apostophe · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Apostophe** on Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:39 pm

Leaning against the black BMW, Asher Torrance did not look particularly fazed. His blue-green eyes swept over the school parking lot with disinterest, his lean, masculine features arranged into a half sort of smirk. He even looked a little bit pleased with himself – but then, Asher always looked a little bit pleased with himself - as groups of teenagers stole glances at him, a mix of wariness and grudging intrigue in each of their gazes. In his leather jacket and half-ripped jeans, Asher knew the impression he gave off. Bad. Sketchy. Not to be associated with. But he also knew few could resist the pull of a mysterious, possibly dangerous stranger. Who was he? Why was he here? With a snort of amusement, Asher could already envision the rumours that would fly around school. Perhaps he was a convict, just out of jail with a desire of revenge. Or maybe he’d held a store clerk at gun point, robbed him, then shot a couple of pedestrians just for the heck of it, all before breakfast. Asher grinned at the thought, taking a pull from his cigarette. He didn’t care much about the specifics, so long as he was causing some sort of a stir.

However, Asher could not fully enjoy the attention of his soon-to-be peers, not just at that moment. He had more pressing matters to think about. Business matters. Just recently, he and Shiki – or “Nikki”, as he was supposed to call him now – had…disposed of a man, to put it lightly. Which was all very fine and well; it wasn’t the actual shooting that was eating at Asher. (It took a lot more than that to stain his conscience.) It was the fact that on that night, some unseen force possessed one Felicity Grey to take a detour on her way home. And where did that detour lead her but to the scene of Shiki, gun in hand, standing over a dead body. Now, Asher couldn’t say he had ever been in the predicament before, but he could imagine that seeing a stranger being shot by another stranger was rather scarring to an innocent teenage girl. Not something she would forget quickly.

So now, they had some cleaning up to do. And that cleaning up involved Asher and Shiki attending Felicity Grey’s school, as “transfer students”. It had been shockingly easy to get accepted into the public high school – Asher made a mental note to write the school board a thank you letter for truly horrendous security – and now all that was left to do was to dispose of the problem.

Asher exhaled, a delicate ribbon of smoke rising above his head, and pushed the little problem to the back of his mind. A couple of girls regarded him approvingly as they passed, and he graced them with a sly wink. Well, he supposed there were a few perks to the plan.

plumies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **plumies** on Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:47 pm

Shiki sat on the side of his bed. He had rented an apartment a few days ago after being spotted murdering someone. He would have to kill the girl who saw him. It would be easy really, just how to not be suspected was the hard part. His red murderous eyes narrowed. He will have to go to "school" today. He did all of this just to kill a person. It couldn't be helped though, he wouldn't do this if he had the choice. However, the boss from the organization had told him to, plus for the sake of his sister. How long ago was it that he went to school? 5 years? No, it has already been 10 years. Most people would be nervous in this situation, but Shiki wasn't. He was quite calm for this and quite calm trying to plan a way for him to kill the girl. He'll find a way eventually. He stood up, his necklaces swinging a bit and opened the closet taking out his usual black outfit. He undressed then put on his black turtle neck t-shirt and then the rest. After that was done, he walked out of his room and into the small kitchen where he took out a piece of bread and ate it quickly. You need to eat to have energy. And Shiki was one that needed energy for his constant assassinations.

He couldn't believe he would have to act as best friends with the flirt, Asher. He never really liked that guy and started out as enemies, but he did care a bit for him. Though he would never admit it, never in his life. Shiki picked up his black cellphone and slid it into a pocket on his pants, a small bell dangling from it. Yes, you may say bells are for girls, however, it was precious to him. A present, a present from his sister. Shiki picked up a black bag and his katana and walked out the door of his apartment. He went down the stairs as people avoided him and some stared at him oddly. A small kid even shrieked, "Aah! It's a weirdo guy!" Shiki gave the small kid a glare as the mom shushed the kid. The kid hugged its mother after seeing the glare. The kid shrieked, "That guy is creepy, mommy!" Shiki walked on, ignoring the stares and odd looks from people. Most people were smart enough to avoid him though, seeing the katana in its scabbard. Shiki sighed, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring this weapon. He would hide it once he got to school, seeing the teachers would never give him the end of it. He hid it somewhere...somewhere before he got to school...

He finally arrived at school near the front gates and took a good look observing the place. He soon spotted Asher. He walked into school grounds taking out the map of the school. He then took out his schedule that had the class, classrooms, and teachers he had. The organization had given him these information a day before saying he could not get lost and confused on the first he went to school. He had to act basically perfect. Which wasn't hard. He was a good actor, intelligent, and athletic. He can't say he was ugly either. It would be a piece of cake to get rid of his target. He walked past Asher who was smoking as usual, not bothering to show that he knew this person. He did mutter quietly under his breath, "Hey," then went on. Other than that, no one would ever know that they knew each other. Shiki followed the map eventually arriving at his classroom. Seeing a few people arrived and many haven't, he went over to the teacher who sat in the corner. "Helllo, mam'. I'm the new transfer student, Nicholas Swindle. Where should I sit?" Shiki's voice rang clear and cold and polite, as sweet as a freshly picked plum, and sang like a melody. The teacher looked up from her glasses and book raising an eyebrow. "A transfer student eh? Just wherever you would like." The teacher quickly went back to reading forgetting Shiki was ever there. He walked away thinking. It would be better to sit near the target, but he had no way of knowing, so he sat at an empty seat beside the window near the back. He put his arms on the desk looking out of the window. This place had good view of the front of the school. You could see the school gates and who came and who went out easily. He watched this pattern, waiting for his target to come. The boss had said that the target would be in the same class as him, which was good. He stared, and stared, waiting...as the new person, Nicholas Swindle aka Nikki.

SilentButterflies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SilentButterflies** on Sun Dec 13, 2009 5:03 am

As she drove, Flick couldn't help but wish her car had a radio. Despite the fact that she was in love with her Chevy, she also loved to fill her mind with music when she was nervous. And oh, was she nervous. Being alone on quiet streets immediately made her neck prickle, the paranoia edging around her mind. Flick quickly pressed down her foot, accelerating a little quicker than the speed limit.

Once she came to a red light, however, she stopped and glanced to her left, where she was happy to see another driver pull up alongside her. Relaxing almost immediately, Felicity brought back her attention to the people infront of her who were now swiftly moving across the road. A large male dorked around for a couple of seconds longer than he should have done, however and soon cars were speeding towards him and he had to run back to the pavement. Flick made a mental note to right up a Hi-Five article on road safety.

Eventually, after about a 10 minute drive from her own apartment, Flick pulled up outside of Jackie's house, beeping the horn twice as she did so. She smiled to herself as she saw movement inside the house, knowing the Jackie wasn't a lover of her 'old fart' and was probably regretting messing up her car.

Rawrr · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rawrr** on Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:39 pm

Jackie bounced off the couch and switched off the morning news after she heard flick outside, honking that terrible horn. Ugh. She swung her backpack on her shoulder and headed out the door, locking it behind her. The few steps across her yard were jogs, and she slipped into the car with a hug immediately enveloping flick. She positioned her backpack in between her legs.

"Cork brought me breakfast again," Jackie laughed, glancing at flick for that moment, then pointing towards the yard where a gray lump laid. Jackie was wearing tight jeans, a white blouse that was a little more formal than casual and a gray sweater, flats on her feet. The blond always wore something nice whenever she was feeling good, and today was one of those good days. She could clearly see it ahead of her.

It was a fifteen minute ride from Jackie's house to her school, and once they got there, Jackie just wanted to get out of that car as soon as possible. "It's depressing to ride with you," Jackie called out to flick, leaning against the side of the car, "I'm seriously going to mount a freakin' iPod into that space where the radio is, dunno how, but I will do it, I swear to god," Jackie laughed, taking a long glance around the parking lot while she waited for Flick to get out of the car. Her blue eyes settled on a certain guy she has never seen before.

She leaned down to glance at Flick through the car window and pointed subtly towards the guy, "You think he's a student?" Jackie was clearly interested. He could be an Alumni, but what'd she care? She'll talk to just about any man-beast she sees.

SilentButterflies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SilentButterflies** on Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:33 pm

Flick grinned as Jackie slid into the car, returning her hug. Once they were detatched again, she snapped the car into gear and pulled away from the curb once more. It took a while, but eventually they were driving away, the motor whirring uncomfortably. As Jackie mentioned Cork, Felicity couldn't help but laugh. "Looks tasty," she giggled, having noted the grey heap before she drove away from her friend's house.

Once they were making a steady pace through the roads, Flick wound down her window. It was a warm day, the sun beating down on them and reflecting harshly off the bright yellow paint of her Chevy.

When they arrived at school, she tugged up the window again, before taking her keys out of the ignition and swiping her bag from the back. "Don't diss the Chevy. You'll hurt her feelings," Flick smiled and patted the steering wheel of her car before pulling herself out and slamming the door shut, so that it would actually stay shut. "You wanna fancy radio? Shouldn't have totalled your own car." Flick grinned at Jackie, nudging her slightly in the arm as she came around to stand beside her.

Her gaze had been on the school whilst Jackie had been scanning the car park. However, when she spoke, her head snapped towards the way her best friend was indicating and her eyes widening ever so slightly. "Corr, blimey." Flick raised her slender brown brows and wiped a mocking hand across her forehead. "Hot stuff much?" She giggled again, leaning against the car. "He must be, I've never seen him before." Flick answered Jackie's question with a shrug before glancing back at the school again. Truth be told, she really wanted to get inside and out of the open space. "Go speak to him if you like, I'm gonna head inside. See you in a bit." And with that, Flick offered a half wave and swiftly moved towards the front door, glad to be away from any corners that a murderer could be waiting in.

As she pushed through the crowds, a few people stopped to watch her. It'd been big news about what Flick had witnessed and she never failed to receive a few whispers from passing kids. Ignoring them though, she quickly moved towards her classroom, almost stumbling through the door as she reached it. Once inside, she glanced around slightly, noticing a dark haired boy towards the back of the room whose name she couldn't recall. Maybe he was new to? Felicity shrugged her back further up her shoulder as she moved to sit infront of the male, her back to him.

plumies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **plumies** on Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:49 pm

Hearing the door open and a girl step into the classroom, Shiki slanted his eyes towards the girl and watched her come and sit right in front of him. How convenient, he thought. Shiki turned his head facing the now sitting girl, plans going around in his brain like a whirlpool. He could try getting close to this girl, but he wasn't one to do things such as this. These kind of things were more suited for Asher. He propped his elbow on the desk, using his hands to cushion his chin and head. He stared and slightly glared at this girl. It was all this girl's fault. He knew he shouldn't glare too hard, otherwise, the girl would notice a cold prickling glare on her back. For now, he will watch her and see what he will do next.

More and more students came in the door. Only a few left weren't here yet including Asher. He looked outside once again, thinking. No one would know what he was thinking, but he was thinking about something. Class should be starting soon and he would probably have to introduce himself, being the new transfer student and all. Hopefully, school life would be as easy as pie. However, that didn't seem to be the case as an unknown girl already started to walk towards him and a few more whispering about him. Guess he was going into school popular. Shiki waited until the girl came up to him and speak then he would turn his head. The girl spoke, "Umm...How do you do? Are you new here? Oh, and I'm Claire." Shiki turned his head slowly giving the girl a cold glare. "I'm a transfer student," Shiki's voice was cold and the glare had made the girl nervous and slightly afraid. The girl spoke again, "Umm...Do you need help? Oh and what's your---" Shiki gave the girl a hard glare and the girl quickly shut up and ran away. He sighed. School may be harder than he though, but if he acted, maybe it would be better.

Finally, the bell rang as the teacher stood up from her desk and went to the center front of the room. The teacher spoke in a tomboyish voice, "Good morning everyone!" Everyone replied back, "Good morning teacher!" The teacher went on, "Today we seem to have a transfer student, Nicholas Swindle." Shiki stood up from his seat, and spoke in a clear, cold, and sweet voice, "Hello. I'm Nicholas Swindle. Please call me Nikki." Shiki sat back down as people turned their heads to look at him, then whispered and gossiped. Shiki guessed that the teacher forgot about Asher, well the teacher didn't seem very reliable anyway. From today on, he was Nikki, Nicholas Swindle. Not Shiki anymore. He must remember that, it would be bad if some called him and he didn't answer thinking his name was Shiki. Shiki smiled, not sweetly, but evilly. Maybe he can scare the girl, scare her, then dispose of her. How wonderful.

Rawrr · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rawrr** on Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:09 pm

"Alright, see ya in class," Jackie waved one of her small half-assed waves towards her friend, then went straight towards the guy. Seriously? He was smoking on school grounds? That's a suspension right there. How many times has she been caught sneaking a smoke on school grounds and gotten a kill of from a single to a whole week's worth of suspensions. Nevertheless, she walked with confidence; without a single word, she reached him, leaned against his car beside him and only then began speaking.

"What are you trying to pull off?" She grinned up at him, amusement in her eyes. "That you don't conform to the rules--" She pointed a single digit towards his cigarette, "--and that everyone should fear or admire you?" She was teasing him; there was no need to feel intimidated by those sort of men. And just as she had reached him, heads turned and spoke amongst each other, clearly Jackie was the center of gossip, again. Last week it was because she sucker-punched a chick during gym for making a comment about Jackie having thunder thighs, which wasn't the case.

Apostophe · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Apostophe** on Sun Dec 13, 2009 5:24 pm

As Asher watched, another sort of ripple went through the crowd of students. Almost in canon heads turned away from him, towards the entrance of the school parking lot, and then surreptitiously back to whatever they had been previously occupied with. The boy followed their gazes, and couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly. Well, Shiki had arrived. It had always confounded Asher, the attention that his sometimes friend, sometimes partner, sometimes enemy seemed to draw. He was the definition of introvert, with that reserved, cold demeanor and passive gaze, and yet he attracted people almost as much as Asher. Almost. As he passed, Shi-Nikki offered him a mute nod of recognition and a greeting so low and curt Asher might've missed it if he hadn't been listening, and then he was walking briskly towards the school. The serious, impassive expression that he always wore never failed to bring a bemused grin to Asher's face.

"Good morning to you, too," the teen muttered under his breath, a chuckle escaping his lips. Thoughts of Shiki were momentarily stored away, however, as another car pulled into the lot. At first, there seemed nothing special about the newest arrival, nothing worth a second glance. (Well, except for the fact that the vehicle was exceptionally old and weary.) But when Asher caught sight of the girl driving the car, he sucked in a breath. Felicity Grey had arrived. Jackpot.

He was so absorbed in the appearance of their target, that Asher didn't notice her blonde-haired friend until she was right next to him, an ever-so-witty greeting escaping her lips. With mild reluctance he brought his blue-green gaze away from Felicity, assuring himself that Shiki would deal with her, and to the stranger. The first thing he noticed was that she was short, much shorter than him. (But then, most normal people were shorter than Asher.) The second thing he noticed was that she was rather attractive, in an outgoing, strong, I-don't-give-a-crap-what-you-think-of-me way. Asher's lips spread into a lazy, half-grin. Getting close to the friend of their target couldn't hurt, now could it?

"Well, that all depends." He crushed the cigarette butt into the hood of his car, regarding Jackie with a mild sort of interest. "Would you go for a rebellious badass?"

Rawrr · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rawrr** on Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:57 pm

Jackie's brows knit in feigned irritation, "Pshh, by dubbing yourself a rebellious badass, I highly doubt it to be true, you know. You can't diagnose yourself," She folded her arms cross her chest, glancing up at him with one of those mocking expressions. Eventually, she pushed off the car, threw him a half-assed wave and continued on, calling over her shoulder, "Whatever, see ya later, badass." It didn't take long for her to just throw him off to the side. Egotistical assholes weren't usually her thing, because they were predictable, easily read, but this one. Well, whoever he was, she couldn't really pin point him.

Being late to class is one thing, Jackie being late to a class is another. She strode into the classroom where her and Flick's first period had already began, purposely having chosen similar classes throughout the day, the girls were content with being in each others presence all this time.

"Jackie, you're late," The overly spunky teacher spoke.

"Yeah, whatever," Was the only response she'd get from Jackie, who moved to sit next to Flick, their usual seats. Jackie leaned over to whisper towards her friend. "That guy is a total ego-maniac; you know how I hate when people answer with questions? It freakin' confuses me," Jackie giggled, only to be interrupted by the teacher again.

"Jackie, I won't tolerate you disrupting this class," Oh, so the overly perkiness has worn off.

"Sorry, Mrs. Young," Jackie grinned sheepishly, sinking into her seat.

SilentButterflies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SilentButterflies** on Mon Dec 14, 2009 2:50 am

As a result of her paranoia, or at least that's what she thought it was, Flick could feel eyes boring into her back. A cold shiver ran down her spine again as she glanced over her shoulder at the dark-haired male who was currently situated behind her. He didn't look at all comfortable, infact he looked worse than Flick did and she was about to open her mouth to speak when another girl wandered over and spoke for her. With a sigh, she turned back around again, her elbows resting on the desk infront of her.

But then the teacher quietened down the class and asked the transfer student to introduce himself. Flick didn't know why, but there was something about him that was giving her the creeps. Whether it was his cold hard gaze or dark attire, she couldn't tell, but it was definately something. She heard him introduce himself as Nikki and then sit back down again, earning him a few mutters and giggles from the rest of the class. Again, she was about to turn and speak to him but that's when Jackie sauntered in.

Flick offered her friend a weak smile, before stifling a giggle and coughing twice as she spoke about the guy outside. Obviously, their meeting hadn't been the greatest success. She couldn't reply to Jackie with much however, because the teacher stopped her for talking. With a roll of the eyes, Flick simply slumped into her seat, readying herself for the onslaught of today's lecture.

"Right! Class!" Mrs Young clapped her hands twice and got out of her chair, slowly edging her way around the desk so that she was leant against the front of it. "Today we're going to be trying something a little more... Active than usual."
A murmur started around the class before a harsh cough from the teacher settled everyone down again. "I want you to pair up with a member the opposite sex. We're going to be learning about attraction." Mrs Young muttered the words as the class erupted in fits of laughter.
"Allright! Settle down! I'll give you by the count of three to partner up. GO!"

Immediately students flew every which way, rushing to sit next to their crushes. Flick just turned to Jackie, a frowned etched onto her features. "But they're all jerks," she half whispered, half groaned before getting out of her seat and scanning the room. Almost as soon as she'd begun, her gaze landed on the transfer student and before she could stop herself, she was making her way around his desk and slipping into the seat next to him. "Hey," she offered quietly, hoping to god that he wasn't an asshole like the rest of the guys in class. "Mind if we partner up?"

Dex · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dex** on Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:11 am

shovel...

plumies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **plumies** on Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:43 am

[center][font=calibri]Shiki listened on as the teacher blabbered on. When the girl's friend came in through the door and started talking, it seemed she met Asher. So, Asher was already trying to get close again, flirting, though there is actually a good side to it for once. It seemed like hours, so he merely ignored most of what the teacher said. Only when the teacher said to pair up, he focused his attention on the teacher. It would be a great chance to get close to the girl, he thought. Before he could act, though, the girl acted. The girl had come up to him then sat right next to him. "No, I don't mind." It was now that he had to put on a "mask" and act friendly. "As I said before, just call me Nikki, what's your name?" Shiki asked politely. He made his eyes look friendly, trying to plaster a fake smile on his face. He was a good actor though, so it wasn't too hard for him. He then turned his attention away from the girl.

Soon the teacher had said, "STOP! Alright, everyone have a partner?"
The class has sighed, "Yes mam'!"
"Okay then. So first of all..."

The teacher blabbered on, but Shiki would have to pay attention to some of it if he wasn't going to look like a doofus in front of is target. Get to know the target, then kill then target. Such an easy plan. However, Shiki didn't know why the teacher wanted them to learn about attraction. It was weird and stupid. Attraction isn't quite needed to live. Love isn't needed. Shiki sighed slightly. He looked around the room, everyone paired up. This job might be easier than he thought.

Rawrr · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rawrr** on Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:22 pm

Jackie was picking her nails in idle act when Mrs. Young decided to have the class teamwork into the next unit. Ah hell. Jackie turned to Flick to complain once again, but the girl had went on to sit next to some weird goth kid. God, how she hated those kids, they always seemed like they wanted attention. Whatever, Jackie had waved it off. But she didn't have the chance to get a partner, and before she knew it, Mrs. Young bellowed out to stop. Jackie slumped in her seat, folding her arms across her chest with a sheepish grin dominating her features. Great, she's the kid that doesn't get picked. Just like middle school.

While Mrs. Young continued on to explain the instructions, Jackie didn't bother to tell her she didn't have a partner, she simply turned towards Flick's direction and thew her a playful wink. The rest of the time, she'll probably spend doodling in her notebook. Unless by some freak chance, a late kid came in, then she'd pitch in to the activity.

Dex · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dex** on Mon Dec 14, 2009 4:28 pm

yeah, ah sorry i guess.

Apostophe · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Apostophe** on Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:01 pm

Asher's features shifted into a full-blown grin, half amused and half just plain arrogant. "I believe I just did, my fair-haired friend. And I don't see any higher power coming down to smite me for my total badassness." He glanced upward, as if to prove his point. He was silent for a mere moment, then added as an afterthought, “Or my sexiness.”

She turned on her heel and stalked off before he could get another word in. He put a hand to his heart in mock hurt, but there was no hiding the glitter of amusement in his gaze as he watched her go. Attractive and feisty. He was liking her already.

He waited until the girl was just slipping into the school doors before following, slinging his book bag over his shoulder as he went. The last time he’d been to a legitimate high school class…well, Asher couldn’t even remember. This would certainly be interesting, if nothing else. By the time he got to his first period class, the lesson was already in full swing. The light chatter within the room paused as Asher entered, a few heads looking up. The teacher – Mrs. Young, if his schedule was correct – seemed to notice the uncharacteristic silence, and looked up herself.

“Ah, and you must be Mr…” she glanced down at her desk, squinting at what Asher guessed to be the attendance, “Torrance. I’d introduce you to the class, but seeing as you’ve arrived late…” she trailed off with a meaningful look, making it clear that tardiness was not acceptable. Asher responded with an appropriately sheepish smile, the picture of innocence.

“My apologies, Mrs. Young,” he replied in a tone that might fool one into thinking he was a polite, mild-mannered young man…that is, if said person didn’t already know him.

“Yes, I’m sure,” the woman clucked, before continuing on, “We’re doing a little study on attraction today, and the class has just gotten into pairs. It would seem that our Jackie doesn’t have a partner, so I suppose you can join her.”

“Certainly.” His voice was as smooth and mild as it had been before, but his lips spread into a devilish smile as he turned to Jackie. Or, as he had already dubbed her, ‘the blonde girl’. Still smirking, Asher sauntered over to Jackie’s desk and dropped his books down. “So we meet again.” He purposely looked down at her, one eyebrow raised with the manner of a guy who thought he was pretty great. “Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?”

Rawrr · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rawrr** on Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:20 pm

Jackie was twisted around talking with one of her girlfriends, as well as a few words with Flick. She wasn't facing the front, so she clearly didn't notice that same guy walk into the class fashionably late. And before she knew it, someone stood next to her, and that familiar voice drew her attention towards him. Her gaze lifted upward slowly, first having begun on her eye level, then rose to his face. She grimaced playfully, "Oh, not you again, I though I got rid of you with my 'kicking and screaming' against your--" She licked her lips in mock sexual tension, "--badassness... and sexyness," She, clearly, was mocking his arrogance.

But since she ended her conversation with her friend when he arrived, perhaps there was some attraction towards him. Jackie shifted in her seat to make herself comfortable and leaned back, grinning up at him. "Did she assign you to be my partner or something? Is that why you're bugging me?" Her gaze eventually fell onto Mrs. Young when she began speaking again, explaining the second time.

"You will be taken through a few scenarios, and a series of surveys; you'll need to communicate with your partner," She then laughs, "Don't be shy, and if you do well, the most well done work will get a ten point extra credit on their next test."

SilentButterflies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SilentButterflies** on Tue Dec 15, 2009 2:52 am

Flick sighed in relief as he let her stay sat next to him; it would have been all she needed for him to turn and give her the cold shoulder. "Thanks," she smiled and leant back on her chair, rubbing the back of her neck as she did so. As he spoke again, she glanced up from beneath her lashes, taking in the dark hair and pale complexion. "It's nice to meet you Nikki," she greeted him with another smile before holding out her hand. "I'm Felicity Grey, or you can call me Flick."

As the teacher launched into her lecture, Flick sighed like the rest of the class did. Mrs Young was known for her life long speeches and she knew that they might as well set up camp now, so that they'd survive the winter. Without listening, she glanced at Jackie and offered her an apologetic smile. If the partnerships hadn't had to be with the opposite sex she'd have chosen to go with Jackie every time. However, her thoughts were interupted as the male from the car park sauntered in and sat down with her best friend. Flick had to cough to cover a giggle, before looking back towards Mrs Young.

"So, because getting to know each other is all part of the... Attraction." The teacher mumbled the word again before carrying swiftly on. "I want you to ask each other five questions each and make sure to write down your answers on a piece of paper. You might need them at a later date." As she finished talking, the class quickly erupted into clouds of chatter, leaving Flick and Nikki sat in stoney silence. Swivelling her body to face him, she pulled out a pen and paper from her bag before resting it upon her knee, poised to write.
"Mind if I go first?" she questioned before running her pen along her bottom lip in thought.
"Erm... What is your favourite food?"

plumies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **plumies** on Wed Dec 16, 2009 11:24 am

Shiki was going to get bored if all the teacher did was blabber. Only when Asher came in, did his boredom slightly lift. He didn't bother to wave. If people knew he was some kind of friend with a rebellious flirt, it would become suspicious. Shiki took out a piece of paper. This activity actually might not be so boring. Since he could ask some questions after all. As the girl, Flick which she calls herself, asked the first question, Shiki thought about it. His favorite food? "Bitter food have a nice taste to them." Shiki waited for a moment to allow Felicity to copy down his answer. After giving her a few moments, he spoke, "It's my turn now. Have you ever experienced something life threatening or witnessed some kind of crime? If yes, would you explain it?" Shiki smiled slightly, a fake friendly one on the outside. On the inside, he knew this might corner the girl, and it would be good to see what she knew. If the girl didn't answer, it wouldn't matter much. Shiki would be able to tell from the eyes. He twirled his pencil once, twice, then pointed his pencil down at his paper prepared to write.

Don't say a word [IC]

a topic in Realistic Roleplay, a part of the RPG forum.

Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Re: Don't say a word [IC]

Post a reply

Make a Donation

Who is online