Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Saku on March 30, 2009, 09:02:15 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 09:02:15 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Multi-colored lights flashed throughout the entire club as the typical techno music filled the large crowded room. Raphael Walker wanted nothing more than to simply leave this place and go home to study for his upcoming test the following day but he didn’t want to seem like a loser. His friends were popular and this was what they liked to do so he had supported them by coming but now was experiencing doubts about being here. The young man picked up the glass that was sitting in front of him on the counter and sipped it lightly, enjoying the fizz that went down his throat. It really was quite refreshing he had to admit.<br><br>He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and released it slowly as he looked out across the sea of dancers in the club. Some of his friends were showing off on the dance floor, trying to impress some girls while the others were acting all rowdy and reckless towards the other dancers, which wasn’t a very good idea. He frowned when apparently the boyfriend of a girl one of his friends had been hitting on moved in and pushed the other aside and although Raphael couldn’t hear what was being said, the other man's posture was threatening enough to get the point across. That is to anyone sober around the area.<br><br>However, his friend wasn’t intelligent enough to take the hint and decked the boyfriend in the face which sparked a fight on the dance floor and started what would become a full blown battle. Fists were flying everywhere and Raphael counted himself lucky to be sitting on a barstool at the counter and out of the way of any violence that was occurring. He had no desire to participate in such crude behavior and hoped he would one day find some friends who had better control over their tempers. Not to say the friends hed made were bad but they didn’t listen to him and simply let him tag along because they wanted to copy homework.<br><br>Raphael filled the position that normally was considered ‘the geek’ in college with a few exceptions such as the fact he was fairly decent looking and if he could get over his shyness he might even be able to become popular. The sounds of shouting and fists flying into body parts did not make for a very good evening but no matter how bad his friends were to him he couldn’t abandon them. However, that didn’t mean he was going to fight with them over something stupid like this. He might protect himself and others from harm but he wouldn’t attack someone just for the sake of attacking because that was just plain wrong in his mind.<br><br>Not to mention, his conscience wouldn’t let him do it. Running a hand through his dark hair he let out a sigh as he reached for his drink again, letting the almost non-existent taste of the club soda tingle on his tongue before the liquid disappeared down his throat.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 09:22:46 pm</strong>
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				This was one of those rare nights though, the kind that happens only when a number of moons line up. Raphael was in for that one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the wild card that defines if a man chooses to live his life, or watch it being lived. But of course, at this point he was just that simple bystander, a sideline viewer, distant from center stage. He hadn't the slightest idea of his potential.<br><br>Anna Delacrux, that was her name, leaning deeply over the second balcony, observing the scene. She glanced down, condescendingly, watching the little ants run all over each other below. She wasn't impressed the slightest, sighing at the usual sight of men with big egos. Her lips brushed along the side of her glass, slowly sipping a simple, cheap sparkling water. She had tasted better, but for now, it would do. She took one last glance, and tipped her glass over, letting the drink pour. After all, human hearts are like water, they always flow to lower heights.<br><br>Just before she turned, her eye just barely caught something, or rather someone. Along the bar, there he was, the glasses reflecting a slight tint. He wasn't anything special, or rather, he was plenty normal. But, that was the beauty about it. He was especially normal, except for one thing. His baby face, probably a virgin. This, piqued her interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 09:49:23 pm</strong>
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				Soft lips brushed the edge of the glass as he set it down on the counter once more and Raphael twisted his head around to look over his shoulder at the continuing battle which was raging out of control. Someone was thrown back towards the bar and he stood up quickly, moving to the right, out of the way as the young man crashed into a wooden barstool nearby. The bartender had backed up to avoid getting hurt as well and suddenly cursed, looking up at the second balcony, where Anna currently was located, with an angry scowl on his face.<br><br>It seemed as though the liquid in the glass she had tipped over was now being soaked up by the bartender’s hair and he wasn’t very happy about that, in fact he didn’t appreciate it at all. His hands curled into fists and he vaulted over the counter, intending to rush up the stairs and throttle her for what she had done. Raphael watched these proceedings silently as his eyes flickered back over to his friends and then returned to the balcony. He could see Anna standing there now for she had moved into vision range and he found himself looking at her, longer than he normally would and he recalled the bartender.<br><br>Raphael hesitated for a moment as though he were trying to make a decision about something and then made a run for the stairs to vanish from sight just as the bartender had a few minutes ago. The bartender was not a nice man when someone did something that pissed him off and Anna had done exactly that which made her Miss Unlucky. Reaching the top of the stairs he glared over at the young woman, fists clenched at his side as he struggled not to punch her lights out immediately for although she was female he would do so if she egged him on.<br><br><em>“Apologize.”</em> He growled, standing a few feet away from Anna as he waited for her to do so, not explaining himself any further for he knew she had seen. She had to have seen what had happened. Raphael was still coming up the stairs but had not yet appeared so that left Anna alone for now with the angry bartender demanding an apology from her…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 10:20:56 pm</strong>
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				A smirk, that's all she could muster looking at this foolish, messy, wet, and overly angry man. His foolish demeanor just perfectly came together, a representative of the anarchy below brought simply to her doorstep. But, she was used to it, a simple man, bothered by simple things. She was tired of these games, she needed a new toy, and he was definitely not good enough. <br><br>"Did you hear me? You little cunt!" His stench was getting to be a bit overwhelming, fitting of a balding, roly-poly man who had definitely missed his prime. He inched closer and closer, his fist revealing a thick glass bottle, his face full of overbearing confidence and pride. He was so ignorant of his position, it was rather laughable. She decided to place her glass down, and put a small rip in her dress; she could always get a new one. <br><br>"Arrrggghh, stop laughing at me! I'll wipe that smile off your face!" He swung his glass on a nearby table, shattering a pool of glass, wasting a fifth of Grey Goose. All she could do was gasp in surprise, what a waste of a good drink! He charged headlong, the most vulnerable way to attack. She extended her left palm, ready to make him feel death, crouched down, staring clearly and focused.<br><br>*Wham* Raphael's fist smashed square into the bartender's face, nearly spinning his head all the way around. His head twisting convulsively, eyes wide, saliva flying. He landed cleanly with a thud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 08:42:12 am</strong>
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				Raphael rounded the corner, slightly out of breath, his dark hair disheveled and his long sleeved white shirt a bit ruffled under his jacket from the run upstairs. He paused to recover at the top for a few moments and then closed the distance between himself and the angry bartender. Tapping him on the shoulder, he waited for the older man to turn around and then smashed his fist right into the bartender’s face, the blow harder than he had intended for it spun his head all the way around. Raphael looked somewhat horrified as he watched the bartender crash to the floor and knelt down to examine the body, hoping he hadn’t just killed someone.<br><br>He let out a sigh of relief when he discovered the bartender wasn’t dead, just unconscious and stood once more to look at the young woman he had saved from the older man’s anger. <em>“Did he, did he hurt you?”</em> Raphael asked as he stumbled over his words, feeling a bit shy now that the danger was over which was a problem of his. He could be strong in the face of danger but then when it came to normal talking or anything where lives and personal safety did not hang in the balance he lost his courage and self-confidence. That was why he was usually picked on and taken advantage of and why he did nothing to prevent it or fight against such treatment although one day he would make his life better. He was sure of it.<br><br>Raphael noted the slight tear in her dress and his brow furrowed as he nodded to it, feeling a bit uncomfortable about drawing attention to that place. <em>“Is that something, something he, um, he did?”</em> Raphael inquired, his eyes flickering everywhere but her as he waited for the young woman’s response. The sounds of fighting continued to come from below the balcony and now the noise had escalated along with the damage being done to the building. It was only a matter of time before someone called the cops unless the police were already one their way. Chairs, alcohol glasses and bottles and even tables were being thrown at other people and crashing against bodies or on the floor which could lead to some serious injuries if people weren’t careful.<br><br>It was only a matter of time before the fighters started making their way up the balcony to fight for it was one of the best locations in a fight. What better way to cause someone harm than to throw them off the balcony?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 01:13:51 pm</strong>
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				He looked so delicious to her, his naivete, chivalry, and traditional values were nearly unprecedented in this day and age. Now this was interesting, something she had been looking for without even knowing it. He stared into her hazel eyes, look for a sign, so childishly believing that she was a "damsel in distress". His hand was extended out, palm up, so trusting. She felt a tinge of pity, in how he had a chance encounter with her. He had no idea what kind of Pandora's box lay before him.<br><br>"Are you all right? What did he do to you? We need to get out of here!" She stared back at him, studying him a little closer. His light blue eyes shielded by near-sighted lenses, his baby face highlighted by soft, puffy cheeks. Not quite a knight, but surely a squire, that's the future she saw in him. Possibilities and futures raced through her mind, considering all the things that she might be able to do with him, or do to him. She would have him, no doubt about it.<br><br>"Do you want power? Want strength? Want to be able to change things?" She had taken his hand, and pulled him close, as if there was nothing between them. He quickly lost his senses, she could easily see that, as he focused himself all over her. His eyes unwittingly explored her, touching upon her smooth skin, following along the slant of her single-sleeve mini dress, pausing very slightly between the curves, tracing along her hip and along her thigh just to tickle the toes before snapping together and realizing what he had done. <br><br>"Do you want to make a difference? What is your desire?" She pursed her lips, licking them a little, pulling all of his attention even though all he could help to do is stare into her eyes. He was twitchy, hesitant, scared, confused, shaken. But, his eyes were resolute, they made a statement with resolve. She could always ask him about it later. For now, there were more important things to do.<br><br>She grabbed him and kissed him. Not the kind of light kiss you touch on someone for a first date, but the kind that you lose yourself in, and can't help it otherwise. Her tongue reached deep, expertly sliding along the inside, tasting the flavor he gave off. If one didn't know better, it would seem as if she was sucking the life right out of him, and little did he know, she was, in a way. She could feel him ever so slightly wriggling away, but this was good enough for her. She bit his lip, tasting the blood, and let him go.<br><br>He stammered back, barely staying up. He was bewildered, speechless, but at the same time, something else was weakening him. Something, coursing through his veins, shooting through his muscles, spreading throughout.<br><br>"Now, you have power. What are you going to do?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 04:18:29 pm</strong>
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				His baby blue eyes gazed into the young woman’s hazel ones as he tried to find out whether she were hurt or in shock. Knowing that the best possible thing to do was to escort her out, he extended his hand palm up and when she didn’t react, he spoke again, putting forth urgency in his voice to shake her out of the stupor he thought she was in. Raphael tilted his head to the side when she stared back at him, studying him a little closer and he grew a bit self-conscious, nervously averting his eyes from her intense gaze. She couldn’t be looking at him with interest it was probably the contact lenses he wore; yes that had to be it.<br><br>Perhaps she had a fascination with them … for some odd reason … it couldn’t be because she was interested in him for no one liked him in that manner or at least no one had up until now. Wait, what was he thinking?! Raphael shook his head trying to clear his hopeful thoughts from his mind for they would only serve to destroy him later on. When she made it clear she wasn’t interested in him and pointed out he had something on his face or one of his lenses was beginning to tear or something trivial like that. Raphael stood around six feet, had soft and smooth skin which earned him the name ‘Babyface’ from his friends and possessed an athlete’s body.<br><br>It was ironic that he should have such assets and be labeled the way he had been all his life simply due to an attitude problem. During the period of time he had spent silently thinking, Anna had taken his hand and pulled him close to her as though there were nothing between them. He finally managed to get a hold on himself and looked up, his eyes instantly running all over her body as he took in every inch of her. It was hard not to since she was right there up against him or at least in very close proximity. A faint blush came to his cheeks when he realized she was staring at him and he cleared his throat, reaching up with one hand to run his fingers through his dark hair. <br><br><em>“Sorry …”</em> He murmured, even though he hadn’t really done anything except with his eyes and looked up again when Anna spoke, her words sounding strange to him. <em>“Uh … doesn’t everyone?”</em> Raphael asked for he wasn’t entirely sure what Anna was talking about and found that he couldn’t look away from her eyes. There was just something there that held him captive almost against his will and yet he didn’t feel frightened, mostly just confused and nervous as to what would happen next. However, the last thing he expected was for her to grab and kiss him passionately and he was frozen for a few moments before his mind caught up with what had happened.<br><br>Raphael put both of his hands against Anna’s chest and pushed back only to have his eyes bulge nearly out of their sockets when he realized he had inadvertently grabbed her feminine area. This sent him into a slight panic and he squirmed and wriggled out of her grasp, as a sharp pain lanced through his bottom lip and he cried out in surprise. <em>“Ow!”</em> Raphael glared at Anna with a wounded expression on his face as he put his left hand up to his lip and touched it to lower the appendage to examine the skin. There was a bit of red on the back of his hand and he grumbled to himself inaudibly, shaking his head as he wondered what exactly he had gotten into with this young woman.<br><br>Something was different about him now though and he could feel it almost as though a parasite had been put into his system and was now coursing through his veins as it attacked certain areas of his body. Nothing hurt yet though so that was a good thing and Raphael looked back over at Anna, putting a bit of distance between them this time around as he stared at her. <em>“What are you talking about?”</em> He asked, his expression one of distrust and uncertainty as he kept his distance waiting for her to explain herself as the sounds of sirens stopped. That must mean the police had arrived and Raphael chanced a look down from the balcony as the cops stormed into the place and started to break up fights…<br><br>Soon one of them would look up at them and try and take them away…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 10:32:12 pm</strong>
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				"Come on, we gotta get out of here!" After regaining his composure, he shook it all off quickly and burst off, dragging her along with him. They darted along the rail, dodging bottles, bodies, and everything in between. His eyes honed in on a red light that spelled "E-X-I-T". He felt the hundred meter hurdle race forcing his ragged breath, but he didn't have time to think about that, or how extraordinary it was that she was able to keep up with him, high heels and all. He slammed headlong into the door, out into the cool air. Just beyond, a fire escape gave them a perfect view.<br><br>"Looks like the police are only out front. If we slip out, we should be all right. Here, you can..." There it was again. The coursing of his veins shot up, his muscles flexed, his vision was starting to get strained. This was not just the run, just a shot of adrenaline. His breathing became choked, as if someone had knocked the wind out of him with an aluminum bat. The few seconds pause made his body remember it's limits, and his legs automatically collapsed under him as he blacked out.<br><br>"Hi there! You awake now?" She stared down at him, her hair loose, shielding his face from the bright hotel lights. He still wasn't awake or to his senses, his eyes blinking ever so quickly. She had placed his head in her lap, almost motherly, sheltering a newborn. He might as well be, in her eyes, he had much to see, especially now that she had started him upon this path.<br><br>After he passed out, she had carried him, albeit slowly, down an alley and dropped him into a nearby taxi. From there, she had brought him home, as if she had bought him, and was just waiting for him to wake up and play. But, there was something enjoyable to her watching over such simplicity, but at the same time, her sinister expectations could only be described as something a little more selfish.<br><br>"My name is Anna Delacrux, and I am at your service, sir." She whispered at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Believe the Impossible (Saku and Aaleril)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>April 02, 2009, 09:07:32 am</strong>
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				OOC: This story is continued in a more adult section of the site ...
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