Name: Snowden Frost<br/>Rank: Bronze student<br/>Pic: Maureen O'Hara  https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg<br/>RP is open to anybody<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12175424#msg12175424">Quote from: ErisXfrost on 23-03-2016, 02:13:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlrsew05k1ql9h78o1_r1_500.gif)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">When they entered into the room, their senses would be instantly teased with a hint of strawberry. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was just strong enough to draw somebody towards the androgynous boy, and seek out more of that delicious scent. His sapphire eyes didn’t seem too phased by the entrance of the two women, and his hand would continue it’s trail back down his sleek body. He smiled towards the androgynous woman-- she seemed different than what he expected, and he silently hoped that this was ‘his’ Shane. “The one and only,” he almost posed as she said his named, and his smile only lingered when she had given him her own. <br/><br/>As Shane went to light up, the androgynous boy would make his move towards the redhead-- he inched closer to her, gazing at her features, and walking around her almost as if inspecting her. “You should really switch to a different shampoo...” He would comment, before moving once more to stand in front of her. “Your hair is gorgeous, but it has so much unrealized potential!” What? He liked to help. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty-- the woman was beautiful, but Ebony could see so much more in her future!<br/><br/>“I know...” He would smile at the compliment, painfully aware of his looks. “If you don’t want your boy, darling, I’ll certainly take him...I’ve been itching for some fun since I got here.” He took her hand, shaking it in his soft, sugary-scented grip. “Ebony Flourette Rain, and it’s pleasure, darling.” He winked to her, before slipping away to join Shane near the window. “There’s nothing wrong with intense-- it can lead to quite the workout.” He chuckled at his own little joke, and would pull out a cigarette of his own. He lit the stick, and took a slow drag, exhaling out of the open window.</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Snow chuckled, then turned. "Gimmie a sec, one of those sounds heavenly right about now..." She hurried back to her room, grabbed her smokes - one thing her mom wasn't aware of, thank god, she'd have never heard the end of it - and came back, using Shane's lighter to light her smoke and took a long, soothing drag from it, exhaling a few rings and blowing a line through it, laughing. "Eh, the beauty thing's never worked out for me. My mom seems to think it's sick to have a body." She shrugged. "And she's trying to 'cure my gay' - Lord, she's so stuck in the Dark Ages." She grinned at Ebony. "I'll let myself be your canvas, and you my artist, hmmm? Perhaps you can teach me what my mother never let my friends." She took another drag. "Ugh, nothing like what I prefer, these, but they do the job." Exhaling, she laughed at Ebony's comment about the boys. "Well, if any of them are like you, I won't mind so much. Though I'm sure we can work out a rental agreement." She snickered, dropping her smokes. "Shit..." she murmured, bending over to pick them up - and giving Shane a nice sneak peek at her matching pale green thongs. Straightening, she turned back to them. "So, yeah. If you wanna doll me up sometime, let me know. I'm willing to try anything once, twice if it felt good, all the time if it gets me laid frequently!" She grinned mischievously.