<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/Braelynponytail.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>:Braelyn<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Flash Freeze<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Student / Junior (3rd year)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Common Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cheerleader Uniform<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: New Boy (Brandon), Karter, (noticing Sam) Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Hi.  I'm uh...Brandon And yeah...I'm pretty new here.  There's a lot to take in and...this is all a little unreal."</strong><br/><br/>Brae smiled in a reassuring manner as she watched his nervous ticks. This boy was different than most of the others she had bothered with. She had to wonder just where he came from and what his story was. The only way to figure that out, like any good gossip or reporter would do, is get a little closer to the target.<br/><br/>She thought about introducing him to Greg and the guys but she wanted him to herself for a while before that happened. Once those jocks got hold of him she'd be offlimits due to their guy code and her prior relationship with Greg. That was one of those happy mistakes she'd be glad to make over and over again. The sex was phenomenal but the arguing over who chose what they did and when was too much. Braelyn loved the alpha dogs, but they had to bow down to the bitch now again as well. Greg didn't bow for anyone.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah Nebula is a bit hard to take in if you're new. My dad kinda clued me in before my pow---- WHAT THE FU---..."</strong><br/><br/>Right in the middle of speaking to Brandon a nerf football came from no where and pegged her in her right cheek. Luckily enough it wasn't so hard it hurt but it left a nice red streak across her pretty pale face. The redhead was pissed and you could almost see the fire in her eyes as she looked around, picking up the football. She felt her power seep out as it spread over the nerf cushioning of the ball, sending a deep freeze through its entirety.<br/><br/>Her glacial blue eyes scanned the area and saw two students worth noticing sitting nearby looking more than content in what they were doing. It could easily have been Sam or Karter. Karter likely had it out for her after that last P.E. class. Damn that girl was fine, but why the hell did she hafta play it like that. Braelyn took in a deep breath and for all of ten seconds thought about hurling the ice ball toward the girl but gave it a second thought as she saw one of the Professors passing through the hallway.<br/><br/><em>It would not do to get detention again, Brae. Dad has already fired off two warning shots about the attitude and aggression with others. A third means no more Nebula and I can't do this without this school. Without my girls and my boys. Arggh. Playing nice sucks sometimes.</em><br/><br/>She decided instead to walk over toward her and give her back her toy. Looking at Brandon she gave him a softer smile than she would normally have just then and put one hand on his bicep as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll be right back, handsome. Maybe we can talk and take a ride downtown and get some dinner together. Wait right here.. I just hafta go talk to someone real quick."</strong><br/><br/>Her voice was unwavering and calm as she let go of his arm, the coolness still in her touch but not enough to freeze anything. It was more like someone that had been holding ice in their hand or playing in the snow without gloves on. That being said, the beautiful Queen Bee headed over in Karter's direction. She took a round about way of doing so by going past Sam and then over to the short haired junior. Her skirt swished with her movements, her hips swaying as her rounded bottom fit well into the uniform. She may not have had large breasts but she had a nice backside that you could bounce a quarter off of.<br/><br/>The guy sitting next to Karter looked up at seeing Braelyn coming that way and slid from his seat, vacating the area almost too quickly. She leaned over beside Karter and deposited the very frozen ball on the table with a crunch sound. The ice cracking around it as she left it sitting there. Her body was close to the other girls as she whispered against her ear in a soft, whispery tone, almost threatening but not quite there.<br/><br/><strong>"If you know who threw this would you please return it to them and let them know, I'd love to thank them personally for adding a little color to my otherwise perfectly pale cheeks. I'm sure you can handle that...."</strong>she let her hand slip down to trail along Karter's spine in an almost chilling effect...<strong>"...Karter. Can't you?"</strong><br/><br/>She waited for a reply as her finger had reached the top of the girl's back and she was almost caressing her neckline. It was like rubbing ice along your skin the way she moved that single digit over her body. The warm contrast of her breath playing with the coolness of her touch.