The Tormented
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				Title: <strong>The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 09:27:39</strong>
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				The Sealey Mansion in Cherry Falls, Pennsylvania was famous for two things really.<br><br>The first was it's art collection. The last Sealey to live in that mansion, who admittedly was mysteriously murdered in the 80's, was almost fanatical about maintaining and expanding his collection. In his will, much to the dismay to his cousins, he willed that the mansion and the collection be converted into an art museum so that the rest of the community could experience the artwork. Local schools up to colleges would have "field trips" where people could stay on the grounds to look at the art.<br><br>The second was it's growing reputation as a party place. As long as the wing that held the actual art was roped off first and untouched and people cleaned up after words the grounds staff tended to be lax about it. So the sexual escapades of people who went were legendary.<br><br>And the latest college students were pulling into the drive right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 19:49:00</strong>
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				Emiele, being the punctual one that she is, was the first to arrive. She had caught a ride with a willing young man from school, <em>the poor guy, she thought. sometimes it's just too easy.</em> but now she was alone, annoyed, and waiting for everyone else. <br><br>The manor was charming enough, and the museum wing had not been roped off yet, so she walked around admiring the paintings. A Rembrandt here, Van Goth there, a couple of Picasoes. It was an interesting and varied collection, most definately worth closer study, and very, very lucrative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 20:20:15</strong>
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				Lexi got off the bus near the manor, she held onto her bag tightly and sighed walking up the driveway slowly. She looked around and shivered a little finding the place a little creepy. She got up to the door and bit her bottom lip before opening the door and stopping "Hello? Is anybody here?" She stepped inside and closed the door.<br><br>She walked round the manor admiring the way it had been designed before heading to the museum finding it not roped off she giggled happily. She walked round thinking of her ex, as soon as she thought of him she got mad not believing he had dumped her to follow a life as a priest. A bloody priest! Sure she supported him now since they were friends but she still missed him, she missed him holding her, kissing her. She sighed and closed her eyes pushing him out her mind just wanting to enjoy her time here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 20:30:47</strong>
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				Emiele heard the voice of another woman and she quickly walked towards the front of the manor, just barely missing the statue collection. She retraced her steps through the gallery, and ran into Lexi. Emiele immiediately began to eye up this fine new woman, and greeted her warmly. <br><br>"Hello, I assume that you are here for the party?,&nbsp; I hope so, because no one else is here yet and I wanted someone to talk to."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 20:36:02</strong>
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				She smiled as Emiele walked out and giggled "Yeah I'm here for the party, and I guess I'm early again" She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair "I'm Lexi, its nice to meet you". She then sighed happily "Would you mind if we looked round the museum together? I find it more fun if somebody else is here to keep you company. Its my last chance to see some art before I leave" She blushed a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 21:17:40</strong>
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				"Well Lexi, I am Emiele and I would love the company." she replied gingerly. "I only just arrived myself, it can be a pain to be so punctual can't it?" Emiele immediately walked over to Lexi and put her arm around her shoulder as she led Lexi into the gallery complex.<br><br>"There is Van Goth, Picasso, Rembrandt, it is honestly quite astonishing how large the collection is. There is also a beutiful statue collection that I have yet to have the pleasure of examining."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 21:25:53</strong>
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				Lexi smiled as Emiele put her arm round Lexi's shoulder. Lexi then followed Emiele nodding as she talked befoe letting out small squeel of excitment "Oh there's a Monet! And a Da Vinci!" She ran over to the Da Vinci painting and smiled happily at Emiele "I wonder if there will be any cute guys here tonight but I'd love to go see the statues" Lexi took Emieles hand before following the sign to the statue collection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 21:34:20</strong>
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				"With the two of us here, there had better be" she laughed as she took Lexi's hand. Onward toward the statues they walked though the temperature of the building seemed to drop. "I must admit that I don't have as much skill with statues as I do with paintings, but I admire the skill it takes to craft them just as well."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:14:15</strong>
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				*The cab rolled down the driveway slowly. Its yellow checkered exterior somehow at odds with the dark mansion. Don looked out across the grounds and couldn't help but feel as if something wasn't quite right. The cab rolled to a halt in front of the doors.* That'll be ten greenbacks my friend. *He looked at the cab driver and handed him a crisp ten dollar bill.* Thanks for the ride dude. I wouldn't have found this place ever. *The cab driver laughed* Well you should know this place has quite a rep with the young people. *Don laughed back* I know, I'm counting on that rep. *He said bye and stepped out of the cab onto the the pavement. He waved at the cab driver and watched as it drove out of view. He tuned to the mansion and sat on a stone bench outside. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head.* Guess I'll just wait till she gets here. Seems like no one is here. Unless I'm late? *He looked at the watch on his arm.* No... I'm on time. I thought we were supposed to meet outside... *He seemed torn between the decision to wait and go ahead on in.* Oh what the hell. I'll just go in and sit. <br>*He stood and walked to the massive doors. He grabbed the door handle, twisted, and gave it a good shove. The door swung open and he felt the cool inside air wash over him. He walked in looking up and spinning around.* Well this place sure is extravagant... *He saw a chair near-by and proceeded to place himself in it. He couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong feeling.* Hmmm... Oh yeah! *He reached into his pocket and pulled out his gum. He popped a piece in his mouth and started chewing. Now everything seemed like it was going smoothly.* Well, now I'm here might as well relax while i wait. *He sunk low in the chair and closed his eyes, but not sleeping*<br><br>(Long first post I know, but I wanted to make sure I made a grand entrance, haha)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:26:41</strong>
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				Lexi giggled "I don't know much about statues either, I prefir paintings. But I have to admit that I admire the people who crafted statues because it must of taken them alot of patience and practice to craft them." She then shivered a little "Is it me or did it just get colder?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:44:41</strong>
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				"No, I felt it too, I guess someone left a window open or something, either that or this place is haunted" Eliene said sarcastically. "I did think I heard a car or something, maybe the rest of the guests are starting to arrive?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:46:27</strong>
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				Nate arrived at the old mansion-turned-museum on foot. He had a priest's shirt on, but hadn't yet earned his collar, making him somewhat out of place among the much more casually dressed college crowed--but it was the only way they let him out of seminary. Around his neck hung a gold crucifix, about three inches high, reminding him of his vows--something that became very important once he saw Lexi there. "Hey everyone... Lexi." He pushed through a weak smile, as leaving her was the hardest part of the decision to join the priesthood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:56:54</strong>
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				Lexi giggled when Eliene said the place could be haunted “Yeah theres going to be ghosts flying around” She then did a ghost impression “Ooo I’m a big scary perverted male ghost and I’m going to lower the temperature to make you cold so your nipples turn hard” She teased Eliene and stuck her tongue out playfully before stopping as she saw Nate.<br><br>She looked at him her eyes filled with sadness before muttering “Hi”. She then walked back to the paintings in the museum away from everybody not believing he was here. Sure dumping her for another girl she would undertstand, but dumping her to join a church that was kind of embarrassing, some of her friends had teased her but she brushed it off all the time, she would never tell him or anybody about how she felt about him doing that to her. She walked past all the paintings none of them catching her eye till she saw Van Gogh’s self portrait. She stopped and stood there staring at him and sighing to herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:07:23</strong>
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				Eliene was obviously taken aback by this sudden change in mood by Lexi, obviously there was prior history between the young woman and this handsome preist. Eliene just shrugged and introduced herself to the young priest. "Hello, my name is Eliene, welcome to the party, though I must admit it odd for a priest to be here."<br><br>Eliene scanned the room to see if anyone else had arrived when she saw a small nerdish looking man. She thought to herself <em>I WONDER why he came here</em> and she giggled a little to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:14:40</strong>
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				*He sat with his eyes closed listening to two female voices and another male voice. He opened his eyes slightly too peak out and saw the ladies. He muttered very quietly* This is getting better all ready. *He closed his eyes again waiting for the one voice of the trip that he was waiting to hear. He wanted to talk to these ladies, but Laura hadn't exactly turned him down yet, so he wasn't about to ruin his chance by letting her catch him talking to another girl. Even one as attractive as these two were. He smiled as he sat there thinking of the possibilities of the trip. Especially with the reputation this place had.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:20:25</strong>
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				Nate took a deep breath as he walked over to Lexi. He was still not 100% at peace with his decision, and her attitude didn't make it any better. He put a hand lightly on her shoulder as he felt, for a second, vague carnal thoughts almost <em>pushed</em> into his head, working and shoving them away as he looked to her with a sad smile. "Lexi... I'm sorry, you know that, right? It was--it is--the hardest decision I've ever had to make and I... I..." He was thinking of telling her that he was considering leaving the seminary to return to her, but decided that would only cause more trouble and heartache.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:30:51</strong>
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				Lexi felt Nate’s hand on her shoulder lightly as she whispered “When Van Gogh painted this people believed it was his way of accepting his mental state and who he was. Others also believe that in a way it represents him displaying his bandaged ear like a saint would display their stigmata.” She looked up at him and smiled before taking his hand and holding it gently.<br><br>“I know it was the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make, you told me that the moment you left me.” She smiled at him hiding her true emotions “I’m proud of you though, I believe you’ll make a great priest” She then heard him stutter and she turned round looking into his eyes curiously “And you what Nate?” She tilted her head to the side a little like she always did when she was a little curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:39:34</strong>
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				Lauren like always was late. It was somethings he could not help it was just who she was. She could set her clocks all ahead and still end up late. Her friends accepted it, they usually simply told her too meet them ahead of time so she could be on time. It worked a few times. Her friends jocked with her that it was because she was an artist she had to be fashionably late as such.<br><br>Parking her beat up old bug she did a quick check in her bag and ran up to the doors. She fixed her hair and her shirt before walking in happy to see there were signs of others. Maybe she was not too late and even if she was she doubted anyone would care.<br><br>Shutting the door behind her she smiled to herself absolutely beaming at the thought of the art collection that lay inside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:56:52</strong>
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				Nate shrugged lightly, feeling her hand on his as he smiled to her weakly. He could never keep a secret from her, that was one of his weaknesses. "I... well Lexi, I've been thinking--and even praying, like they tell us to in seminary--and I feel like... like maybe I didn't make the right decision. And I still have the chance to back out, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:08:16</strong>
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				Lexi looked into his eyes “Really? But you had your heart set on doing it Nate. Why do you think you didn’t make the right decision?” She sighed and let go of his hand “Nate if you want to back out then do it but don’t do it because of me. I want you to be happy even if that means you being a priest ok?” She smiled at him then kissed his cheek softly, catching the edge of his lips. She then moved her arms round his neck playfully taking off his gold crucifix, then put it on her as she looked up at him “Does it suit me?” She stuck her tongue out playfully as she ran her hand over the crucifix and her breasts a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:12:24</strong>
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				"I... I just don't know, they say that some people are made to, you know, live real lives, love a woman... that kind of thing, instead of the priesthood, you know? And I... I miss you." He paused, blushing uncomfortably at the kiss, grabbing at the crucifix when she took it, laughing a genuine laugh for the first time that night. "Yes, it looks very nice... especially there." A naughty look, followed by an embarrassed one as a bulge formed in his pants, both from her naughtiness and the memory of having seen what was there. "But that thing is an antique, supposedly has a splinter of the True Cross in it... I'd be in deep trouble if I lost it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:19:40</strong>
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				She smiled and took it off again, she then kissed it softly and muttered "For luck" before placing it round his neck and look into his eyes “Then I won’t keep it, I don’t want you in trouble for losing it.” She giggled as she heard him laugh “Thats the first time I’ve heard you laugh properly since you joined them”. She saw him blush and smile before holding his hand again softly and sighing “I understand and I miss you to Nate. I miss waking up to you holding me in bed, I miss your kisses. I miss everything.” She blushes and runs her fingers through her hair looking away from him pretending not to have noticed the bulge in his pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:27:22</strong>
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				"You... you're right." He smiled sadly to her, biting his lip as he realized he missed all of that too. What was serving God if not having those happy moments, the moments of laughter and smiles? "I... I'm really not sure what I want to do, Lexi. Help me figure it out?" He weakly tried to make his smile bigger as he kissed her lightly on the cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:33:28</strong>
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				She looked into his eyes and sighed "Nate you know I'm not religious, so I'm not going to help you because this is your decision to make not mine." She then kissed his lips softly and whispered "If you choose to quit being a priest I will be here for you. If you choose to keep studying it then I will understand" She then stepped away from him "I want you to choose what makes you happy. I don't want to help you because it will push you to choose me and then if you find out later on your not happy you'll regret it and I'll regret pushing you." She smiled at him as she held his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:39:28</strong>
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				*Upon hearing the door open, he stole another peek and smiled broadly at Lauren's rushed arrival and before she could fully turn around, he called out to her.* Hey Lauren! Why the rush? You made it just in time. *He laughed and looked to the two lovebirds. Were they seriously doing this right here? Whatever, it was entertaining. He hopped up from his seat and waved Lauren over.* Come have a seat and relax. *Pointing to Lexi and Nate he said* See these two are already caught up in the legend of the mansion. *He laughed again. More quietly this time.* Oh I forgot to say welcome! *Then catching himself as he realized he was talking too much he shut his mouth and waited patiently for her to orient herself to the room.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:46:32</strong>
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				Lauren turned with a small smile on her face, "Hi Don." She said quietly brushing her bangs back out of her eyes. She turned to the couple he had pointed out and shrugged. She did not really care what other's did for the most part. A couple in love though was one of her favorite things to use as an insperation for her Art. She blushed slightly when he offered her a seat. "I kind of wanted to take a look around before I really socalized." She said softly, "You can come to I mean I was not saying I wanted to go alone but I just sat the whole way up here so walking around would be nice. They say sitting a lot can effect the length of your life you know."<br><br>And there she went off topic rambeling. She bit her lower lip and her blush deepened. "Sorry," She said iwth a small laugh. She had a chaotic train of thought and tended to let her mind get ahead of her mouth. "So, want to take a look around?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:50:33</strong>
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				Emiele returned from having explored the rest of the manor house, and was happy to see that another guest had arrived. Emiele walked over to both Don and Lauren, and introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Emiele, it is a pleasure to meet the both of you." she said, then she noticed the other couple in the room. <em>Well, so much for being a priest, kinda pathetic.</em> and she laughed softly under her breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:55:19</strong>
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				He sighed a little bit, seeing the truth in Lexi's words. Biting his lip, he took the cross off, shoving it in his pocket as he tried to fold the collar of his shirt down to make it look as normal as possible. "L... Lexi, I know this could hurt you big time if I don't choose to leave but... but I want to pretend I never made that choice, just for tonight." As he put the cross in his pocket, a chill ran down his spine. There was something odd about this, something he couldn't explain. But maybe it was just nerves from seeing Lexi again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:57:58</strong>
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				*He smiled despite himself. He had a sudden urge to just grab her and run to a dark corner, but he pushed that urge down. He usually didn't have thoughts like that. Well not immediately anyway. He dismissed it as a trivial matter and held out an arm.* Oh? The lady wishes for escort?<br>*He laughed* Well why not, never know what we may find... Maybe even the real Mona Lisa? Maybe even one of those weird greek statues of a naked dude? *He laughed again.* But sure, maybe you can teach even me a little about art. All I know about art is that I can't make it decently. *He nodded to Emiele* Names Don. And this lovely lady is Lauren. How's the Museum?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:02:14</strong>
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				Lexi looked up at Nate watching as he took the cross off and tried to fold the collar of his shirt down. She then bit her bottom lip realising what he was doing before she smiled then hugged him “It won’t hurt me big time I promise”. She pressed her body against his and kissed his lips softly “Ok, you never made that decision and I’m still your girl but could I still wear that cross? I mean I’m only asking because you might lose it if it stays in your pocket and I really don’t want you in trouble”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:04:41</strong>
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				"Y... yeah, sure." He took the cross from his pocket, putting it around her neck and pulling her in tightly. "But you've got to promise to stay with me tonight, okay? I need to... keep an eye on it." Three months at seminary with no girls, no porn, and shared housing had gotten him horny, and his eyes drifted to her cleavage as he grinned naughtily to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:10:15</strong>
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				She smiled as he put the cross around her neck before giggling as he pulled her in tightly, “I promise I’ll stay with you tonight and I’m sure you want to keep a close eye on it”. She swayed her hips slowly while looking into his eyes not believing he was doing this with her, she noticed his eyes drift to her cleavage and she giggled and whispered in his ear “You can keep an extra close eye on it later” Before nibbling on his earlobe softly, her breasts pressed against his chest tightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:13:02</strong>
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				Emiele replied to Don "It is simply amazing, even for someone who doesn't get art" she winked at the two of them and smiled knowingly. <br>"I wholly reccomend the paintings by Dali, and Van Gogh. They are simply breathtaking. Oh and yes, there are a couple of statues with "Naked dudes"." <br>Emiele smiled and walked towards the front door, waiting to see if there were any more guests coming. <em>This is going to be one hell of a party she thought, slightly bitter and slightly amused.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:14:02</strong>
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				Laurne took his arm and smiled slightly. She turned to the girl and gave a small friendly smile, "It is very nice to meet you." She looked to Don again happy to hear his interest in art. She had the feeling he was doing it just to get something the two of them could talk about. "Did you know the marbel statues everyone thinks are so pretty in that clean white marble were once painted? In only primary colors?' She laughed sofly at the thought still holding Don's arm in hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:29:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He smiled innocently as the names of the famous artists went over his head. After she moved to the front door he began walking to the art room* What you mean like red and blue? *The image of a big blue statue of a naked dude was even more hilarious. He then pictured Lauren nude painted in the three primary colors swirling all over her body and again puzzled at the thought. The image had been as clear as if she had indeed done this before and he had witnessed it. They walked by Lexi and Nate and he glanced at them. He wondered if all holy guys were as pent up as this guy seemed to be and almost felt pity. They entered the art room and he looked around.* Well here we are. Not to far now was it? *He looked at the pictures, some confusing and some just too plain.* Hmmm... I'm sure it's alot of important names I'll never remember... *He sighed knowing he could try to learn paint strokes and paper, but he was born for pixels and bytes.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He licked Lexi's lip sensually as they kissed, sex drive and emotion both powering him as his bulge pressed into her hips, tongue briefly teasing her as he grinned and whispered to her, "Remember that fantasy you had about being eaten out while studying a painting? Maybe we can find a dark corner somewhere..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let out a soft moan feeling his bulge press into her hips, she teased his tongue with hers as they kissed and she whispered back "I can't believe you remember that fantasy". Lexi blused and nods "Later can we find a dark corner. I want to study the statues a little bit more". She playfully walked away from him going over to the statues glancing at him over her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:51:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I remember a lot." He seemed almost embarrassed to admit it, licking his lips as he walked alongside her, scanning over the statues. A shiver ran down his spine as he looked at them, their gazes almost seeming to follow him. "These give me the creeps though..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:06:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rally? What else do you remember?" She smiled and walked up to one male statue. She then playfully ran her hands up and down the carved abs while glancing at Nate "Mmm if only he was real, he would be the perfect guy for me" She teased him while winking playfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All you have to be able to do is see to enjoy art. It's nice that you don't know which ones are from the big well known people. It dose not make you want to say something is nice just because so many other's like it." Lauren smiled at him and walked up to a painting. "Wow Girl before a mirror&nbsp; by Picasso... neat." She turned at him, "I ten to like paintings that are more relistic but it's still nice. There was this one time I met this artis, can't remember his name and his work looked like you could just walk into it. He didn't make it in the end thoug, criticts in the art world are very harsh."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:21:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He looked over to her.* Almost as if walking through a doorway into the mind? I remember something someone told me about painting along time ago. You can paint. And then you can love to paint. But when you paint for love is when you know you are a true artist. I don't really understand it, but it seems pretty profound in a way. *He grinned. His eyes caught onto a statue of a cross with a man. It looked... wrong. Like not as if it was made wrong, it was an amazing realistic statue, but it was just wrong somehow. he looked to Lauren and then looked back. It was gone! He shrugged as the idea came into his mind that he had never seen it. Then he felt a sudden urge and ran his eyes all over Lauren's body. He took a step forward and then stopped himself as he realized what he was about to do. Why was he thinking and feeling this way? Instead he put his hand on her shoulder and turned her toward a statue of white marble to cover his confusion* So how would this one be painted? Red, with blue feet and yellow hair? *He laughed and his worries eased a bit again.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:31:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nate reached over to the carved loincloth on the statue, patting it down. "Hmm... not much there." He smirked back to Lexi, shrugging to her question. "I remember a lot... like the time you made me cum in my pants in the movie theater." He stuck his tongue out at her, still embarrassed by that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laurne turned a light laugh passing her lips, "Well the hair would more then likely have been one color. The armor would have been patterened in some way. The skin too maybe and really it would be quiet colorful." She smiled looking back over her shoulder to him. "Some were recreated for display at one time. But even then depending on how the colors were layered the base color could be different then what actually showed." She turened all the way around facing him. She smiled slightly and reached into her bag grabbing a mint.<br><br>"Coffee breath, sorry. I pulled an all nighter last night so coffee fules me right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi giggled as she watched Nate pat down the loincloth "If I remember rightly, your the one who told me its not the size that matters, its the way a man uses it". She stuck her tongue out back before laughing at the memory "That was so funny! All I did was kiss your neck and rub your cock through your pants and you came. Wasn't that our second date?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nate laughed. "Size doesn't matter, but I don't think he has <em>anything</em> under here. You wouldn't like that too much!" He stepped silently behind her, hands moving around her waist as his cock rubbed lightly against her ass through their clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouted a little and stroked the guy through his loincloth “Aw I feel a little sorry for him now”. As she felt Nate’s arms move round her waist and his cock against her ass through her clothes, she began to sway her hips slowly grinding against him saying teasingly “This is no way for a priest to behave, what would the others say if they caught us like this?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not a priest for tonight, remember?" He smiled to her, gyrating his hips even more as his hand reached for the cross, rubbing it against her breasts sensually. "You're the one wearing this..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:04:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True" She muttered and moaned softly leaning back against him "Mmm I'm only wearing it so you don't lose it and also because it looks good" She giggled and kept grinding againt him slowly "Come on, show me your favourite painting here"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He quirked a brow at her* Least coffee smells alright, could be worse. *He grinned and inched a little closer.* But what about this painting? *He pointed to a picture off to their right that had clocks drooping all over the place.* That one seems... I dunno, but interesting. *He grinned thinking of a grandfather clock that might suddenly droop like in the picture. He unconsciously stole a glance at her body from behind as she turned to the picture, his eyes following the line of her body, then snapped his eyes back to the picture, his pants suddenly seeming a bit smaller. He rearranged himself quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice.* 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is by Salvador Dali. He was a bit of an odd one, a lot of his paintings are all melty and weird." She smiled to herself as she looked at the painting. "I am glad there is not too much modern art. If you are famouse you can just throw some paint at a canvase and say it is art. If I did that and tried to sell the painting I would get laughed at." She shook her head, "Art is a funny thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:44:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, that is true, I don't see much hand painted art now. All of it has been computer generated or modified. You have a rare ability I might say. *He stepped up beside her, their body heat pressing into each other's bodies. He caught his breath at an image of Emiele and Lauren touching each other and looking at him hungrily. He covered it with a cough.* A bit dusty in here isn't it? Oh, is that Atlas? *He pointed to a statue of a man bearing an immense globe on his shoulders. He was wondering why these images were so vivid. He had been able to smell the scent of the women of the image. Was this a new superpower? The ability to creat realistic sexual fantasies in his head? But he wasn't even thinking of anything at the time... He realized he had placed his arm around Lauren's shoulder.* You know, I carry something heavy around too. *He said it soo smoothly he almost believed he had thought of it himself. He was surprised, but didn't challenge it, he merely waited for her response.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Don. Personally I think what you can do is rather amazing. I can hardly figuer out anything when it comes to somputers and other tech stuff. I have killed three I-pods and about ten cell phones." She laughed and blushed softly when he moved in wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I think so. It looks like it is supposed to be." She said a little quietly. At his comment of carrying around something heavy she seemed to have missed the hint, "Well you don't always need your lap top you know." She said with a small smile. <br>She flipped her hair over her shoulder and then touched her side softly. "On no!" She dropped her bag on the floor a huge ink stain had soked through to her crisp clean white jeans. "My ink bottle must have opened." She looked down to her hip, partly her ass the large black in standing out. "Can you help me findd the bathroom? My clothes are luckily in my other bag."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 07:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He seemed to breath a sigh of relief at her innocence to the matter. He looked down at the stain.* Where'd that come from? *But he looked around anyway and found a sign with an arrow that said "Restrooms ---&gt;". He motioned toward the sign and bent down retrieving her bag. This brought him eye level with her ass and all he wanted to do was bite it. But he fought down that life threatning move for now. He stood up and held the bag out.* Always so prepared? *He laughed and pulled her along the route to the restroom, which happened to be in the next room.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 07:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I did not really plan on coming but I heard you were going to be here so I decided to stop by." She admited with a deep blush, "so I have my clothes I wore when I was throwing pottery in my bag. There is some clay on the pants but it is better then leaving in on anything I brush up against." She thanked him as he handed her the bag sighing as she saw the stain on her bag, she loved this bag and well that's what she got for having a jar of ink.<br><br>She pulled a pair or tattered jeans from her second bag. "I am going to change be right back." She told him slipping into the bathroom. She hit the button that was supposed to lock the door and dropped her pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emiele soon realized that she was completely alone in the front foyer and that it was highly unlikely that anyone else would be coming. "Well, everyone else seems to be off having a good time, especially Lexi and her Priest, the bastard completely blew me off. I may as well see what the other two are up to." she mused to herself. Emiele wandered off into the museum in search of Don, and Lauren.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:08:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He leaned up on the wall next to the door and pondered over the images that had been pacing through his mind. He also wondered what seemed to be "leading" him along. Maybe it was the primal man in him finally tired of waiting to get laid. Who knew? He spied Emiele walking around in the art room. He looked her over from afar so his eyes couldn't be seen roving. She was hot, he had to admit. He waved* Hey, bathroom is over hear if your looking for it. Emiele? right? Yeah, but Laurens in there right now. I think a pen exploded in her bag and got ink on her. Kinda like I want to explo... *He caught himself. Now it was getting to his speech? What the hell was wrong with him?*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh my, well that isn't any good, those pants must be ruined then." she replied, not quite sure if Don was checking her out or not. In her mind, she treated most men as if they were so, she flicked her hair off to one side and walked over to Don.<br><br>"The two of you make a very cute couple, not&nbsp; nearly as over the top as Lexi and her preist, it is so obvious that they should be together it kinda makes me sick. But you two on the other hand seem to be genuinely happy. It's rather refreshing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:35:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He looked away and smiled* Well, we haven't established couple status, but I'm looking to lock it down. *He stood up straight and walked over to the door.* Sure has taken her a bit. *He knocked on the door lightly and was surprised when it swung open to reveal Lauren in her underwear. Don stood frozen. He battled a immense urge to go over and remove the rest of her clothing before he realized he was halfway to her.* Ummm... Sor...sorry! *He turned on his heel and started walking out quickly.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 09:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And in a corner of the statue room there stood one piece a little different from the others. At a glance the olive wood carving didn't betray anything but the genius of it's creator but among these works that didn't make it stick out much. On the surface, only the lack of a little place-card betrayed it was different from any of the others.<br><br>Though for a moment it could have smirked when the priest and his woman made fun of the other statues. No, had to have been just the light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 13:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi looked around and saw the carving in the corner and whispered "Wow" She then took Nate's hand "Hey check this out! I think you'd like it" She led him over to the carving still holding his hand. She looked up at the carving and ran her hand over it slowly, she then looked down to see who carved such a masterpiece but found no card detailing it "Hmm weird".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nate shivered as he walked near the piece, drawing his hand back quickly as Lexi pushed it to the surface. "L... Lexi, this feels... not right." He took a deep breath, looking to her, then grinned. "Whaddya say we find a dark corner and a painting for you to study?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:22:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren gasped loudly when the door opened and blushed maddly at the sight of Don. A thought passed through her, pulling him into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. She quickly pulled up her pants and followed him from the bathroom. "Tha lock is broken." She explained with a blush her eyes meeting Don's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi looked at Nate "How does it not feel right? Its just a carving" She smiled and looked him while swaying her hips slowly "I want to find a dark corner with a statue as well as a painting. But for some odd reason I want this carving" She looked up at it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:56:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The two of you are really too cute, you know that." laughed Emiele at the sight of Don and Lauren charging out of the bathroom. <br><br>It was strange, though Don was definately not her type, and she didn't know Lauren that well, she was attracted to the both of them. Compelled almost, as if something was telling her to "be" with them. She shook her head and decided that she was just a little worked up by the behavior of Nate and Lexi.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 15:59:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He just smiled, not sure what to say at this point. He stood for a moment silently, then he heard himself say* Hey, why not explore more of the mansion? This place has to have some kind of garden right? *He didn't know why he offered to find a garden, but whatever sounded like a good idea to him. This place felt... oppressive inside anyhow.* I wonder if it has an indoor or outdoor garden... *Pondering this he started walking and pulled on Lauren and Emiele lightly, without noticing, to get them to come along. Something told him it was an indoor one and it was the next two rooms down. So he walked along.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emiele followed behind Don and Lauren, watching the two of them walk, imagining the two of them together. It made her smile.<br>She wasn't sure why she wanted to follow along behind them, but she did know it was a hell of alot better than waiting for others to show up and sit at the door alone. It was supposed to be a party after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:34:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." he twisted his lip as he looked to the carving, then to the walls, which were blissfully bare of paintings. "There are no paintings by this statue. How about that one over there?" He pointed to an old gothic angel across the room, which had both paintings and a bench nearby.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked over at the old gothic angel and the paintings around it, she then thought for a while looking back at the carving “I..I’d rather do it here”. She moved closer to Nate and held his hand “But the angel and the paintings look good and the bench would be good to. ”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Th... thanks, just... odd is all." He shrugged as he took her hand, moving quickly to the other side of the room where the angel was and motioning for Lexi to have a seat on the bench there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:54:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi followed Nate, she then let go of his hand before sitting on the bench looking up at him while asking curiously “Are we by the angel cause you feel safer here than with the carving?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 02:43:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not safer... it's just... that carving is weird is all." He shrugged as he sat on the ground at her feet, smirking up to her as he pulled her chin down to look at him. "Enjoying <em>this</em> view at least?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 02:56:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he pulled her chin down to look at him "Really? I'm glad your enjoying it sweetie." She ran her fingers through his hair slowly while moving a little on the bench.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 03:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly put his hands to her thighs, spreading them wider as he swallowed hard. Now this was definitely a violation of his vows, of everything he'd promised at seminary... yet it felt so right. Maybe he wasn't cut out to be a priest after all, or maybe this was just temptation. He bit his lip a bit, looking around to make it seem like he was just nervous about being discovered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 03:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi watched Nate look around, she then sighed and ran her fingers through his hair slowly before caressing his cheek. She gently tilted his head up so he would look into her eyes "Nate if you don't want to do this then say now. I know what your vows are and I know this is breaking every single one of them. I just don't want you throwing away everything you want for this".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 10:23:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The carving once again catches the shadows just right. Is it smirking, is it sighing?<br><br>Either way one of the display ropes falls to the ground, not really hurting anything but making quite the racket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 04:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren stopped short at the sound of the crash. "Did you hear that?" She asked turning to Don. She looked back down the hall then back to him. "Do you thinkw e should go check that out. Someone could be hurt or could have broken one of the pieces." She took two step in the direction of the noise before waiting for Don.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 06:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He shrugged and followed, but something wanted him to continue on to the garden room* Uhm... *He stood for a second in indecision* It was probably those two slipping in each others sweat, if they did break something I say we create an alibi for ourselves by being in the garden, besides that didn't sound like glass or stone breaking. Sounded more like metal clattering around. *He wasn't aware he knew the different sounds, but the explanation made sense to him. He looked to Emiele to see if she would object or agree.* But... if you two really want to go back and check it out... *He made it sound as if it was trouble to go back* I guess we could go and interrupt Mr. Holy in his "ministering" of his disciple. *He laughed lightly*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 07:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To be honest, you are probably right Don." said Emiele, the thought of walking in on the priest and his "disciple", though not a terrible idea, did not particularly appeal to her. "Anyways, he seems to be the most pathetic excuse for a preist I have ever met. Maybe being with her will wake him up to the pleasures of being a normal person."<br><br>Emiele had never been quite so harsh on anyone before in her life, well, at least not before strangers. <br><br>"Anyway, I am beginning to get hungry, would anyone else like pizza or something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 02:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They never would have heard a sound, never would have seen the motions given where they were. But what happened next was no mistaking it. Every door in the mansion to the outside had just locked tight under their own power.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess that we could just go. I mean they would call for help if they needed it right?" A deep red blush touched her cheeks at his words. The preist may have been going aginst his vows but she still did not think it was right for the two of them to poke fun at the man. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm not so sure about pizza, but come on, let's keep moving! *He tugged on the two's arms, but upon reaching the door he found it locked.* Weird, you'd think this place would leave an attraction like the garden unlocked. *He scratched his head well I guess we could find a nice quiet place to chill? i mean at least until those two get done in the exhibit room...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 06:15:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[OOC: Anyone else still with me?]<br><br>The evil spirit leaves a chuckle on the wind as it sees the first person notice the doors. Oh this was going to be fun, the night looked so rewarding in deed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 07:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I am)<br><br>"That is odd, after all it is part of the musem." She tested the door herself and was shocked to see that it was locked. "How weird..." She turned to the other two, and went quiet thining for a moemnt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 07:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I am) Lexi moved away from Nate as she walked around "Mmm not here. I'd rather wait till later"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 14:58:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I am)<br><br>*Don watched Lauren for a moment then kind of absentmindedly walked around examining the walls* I wonder just how old this place is... *He ended up next to Lauren and poked her arm* What are you all mysterious thinking about?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented [Drive-Way]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 15:45:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Hi) "Well, I guess the door lock behind us, we will just have to be careful and not let them close" Emiele mused softly to herself as she quickly moved to catch up with don and Lauren.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 07:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[OOC: Looks like everyone but Zor and possibly OSG. K.]<br><br>"<strong>Do you hear laughing?</strong>" the priest-in-training asks, still strongly considering breaking his vows for love. Not the worst reason to be sure.<br><br>The spirit, unseen, starts locking up all the windows as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 12:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi looked at him going silent before shaking her head "No, I don't hear laughing. You must be hearing God laughing at you for falling for temptation" She teased him before kissing his lips softly before movng closer to him "But I will admit the room just got cold and creepy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 04:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Back)<br><br>"Must just be my nerves then..." He took a deep breath as he looked to her, gnawing on his lip before pulling her closer for warmth. He returned her kiss, but it was almost perfunctory--he could sense something deeply wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 11:35:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi looked up at him "C..Can we go find the others?" She was cold, scared and wanted to make sure that it wasn't just her and Nate feeling these things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah... or maybe we should just get out of here..." he looked nervously around, holding her close as he stood up, head moving from side to side as he searched pensively for any others in the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi then walked away from Nate wanting to get out of the gallery. She walked around looking for the others
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 00:28:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wh... where are you going?" Nate scurried after Lexi, suddenly feeling very uneasy walking around the gallery alone. He caught up with her pretty quickly, content to search with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 00:34:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh Hi guys. Did you knock something over back there? The door going out to the garden is lock and there was a crash before. Some kind of alarm that locks the door may have been triggered." Lauren looked over at Nate and Lexi with a small smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 00:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi looked at Lauren before shaking her head "No, we didn't knock anything over. Have any of you guys noticed that its cold in the art gallery?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 00:40:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Don shook his head.* <span class="bbc_u">No, but now you bring it up, it does feel a bit nippy.</span> *He stood kinda feeling dumbfounded at his garden plan still being ruined by a locked door. He felt kinda lost now, but darker thoughts still brushed his consciousness. He smiled without realizing.* 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 01:01:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi moved closer to Nate and looked up at him "I'm sorry but I don't like it here" She then walked away from the group to the front door and tried to open it&nbsp; finding she then started trying to push it open as she shouted "Ok whoever thinks locking us in is funny let me out!" She looked around scared.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 01:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Calm down, calm down. I am sure everything will be fine. Like I said it is probebly a silent alarm that locked the doors. The cops will show up soon and we will tell them we didn' do anything and they will let us out." Lauren smiled kindly at Lexi her eyes soft and kind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a bit nervous about Lexi wandering off, but she was within sight so he stayed with Lauren instead, looking to her with a sigh. "I hope that's all it is... I have a bad feeling about this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:24:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its probably some others playing a joke, its not like there are really ghosts or goblins, or strange things that go bump in the night." Emiele replied with a smirk, figuring this was some juvenile attempt to scare them. "Though, the idea that an alarm was set off isn't such a bad guess either. We will just have to call someone and let them know what happened."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well does anybody have their cell on them? I left mine back in the dorm" She blushed as she looked around before hugging Nate tightly. She didn't think his was a prank, she was scared for some reason.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:30:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course I do, I left it in my purse in the other room, I will go and het it and be back in a few seconds, unless anyone would care to join me?" Emiele stated, slightly annoyed by the sudden fear everyone had at what she believed to be an obvious prank. Emiele giggled a bit to herself and began to walk back toward the foyer where she had left her purse, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi smiled at Nate "Wait here. I'll be back in a minute." She then followd Emiele but instead found herself being drawn to the sculpture room she ended up there infront of the man on the cross but she didn't know why she felt drawn to come here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:43:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching Lexi wander off into the dark, Emiele felt compelled to follow her, thinking it best not to have anyone worry. Emiele was confused as to why Lexi suddenly veered off into the statue room, so she followed and came up behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 09:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Sinful Thief never moved while Lexi and Emiele were in the room and certainly not while Lexi stood transfixed at it's image. But wasn't it's head at a different angle before? Now it seemed to be looking downward at the two women looking up at him. A smile might be on it's lips, but that could be just shadows. Same as a bulge that may be under the loincloth he wears.<br><br>Some thing like a shadow prepares for the cellphones, a nasty surprise awating when they'd actually be used. And all the while it puts a thought into Lexi's head- <em>aren't all your classmates so beautiful?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 11:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emiele slowly raised her hands and put them on Lexi's shoulders and cried "BOO" doing her best not to laugh as she teased the girl. "I thought you said you would follow me, not run off into the dark to stare at such a lewd statue" she said refrencing the perceptible bulge at the loincloth of the statue. "I have to admit, it is rather attractive though, kinda wish it wasn't a statue, right?" she winked at Lexi, giggling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:21:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi was looking at the statue thinking about how beautiful her classmates were. She then jumped and sceamed as Emiele put her hand on Lexi's shoulder shouting BOO!. Lexi then turned looking at Emiele "Damn it don't do that! Scared the hell outta me" She then looked back at the statue noticing the buldge "Yeah I wish he was real, but I bet he wouldn't be as beautiful as you". She then blushed and looked at Emiele "I'm sorry! I didn't know what made me say that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, Thank you for the compliment" Emiele said, looking at Lexi with renewed interest. Emiele slid her hand over Lexi's shoulder in sort of a one armed embrace. "I am sorry for scaring you like that, I just thought it would be funny, please forgive me" Emiele pleaded jokingly. "I can see why you came back though, much bigger than either of those two back there, perhaps we should invite Lauren over to see as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:30:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi smiled at Emiele "Its ok and it was funny." She then giggled and moved closer to the statue running a hand down it body and over the buldge "Wow he is big, come here and try stroking him" She looked at Emiele "Maybe we should go get Lauren she would love him"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following Lexi's lead Emiele walked over to the statue and felt the bulge of its crotch. "Oh My, that can't be anatomical, far too big" she giggled. It felt strangely good to fondle the statue with Lexi and before she noticed, her had began working it's way up Lexi's arm as well. "Oh, now it is my turn to be embarrased I guess"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:38:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi smiled at Emiele "Its ok" She then leaned forward and kissed Emieles lips softly. She then pulled away blushing, embarrassed "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still holding onto Lexi's arm, Emiele pulled her in closer to her and kissed her more passionately. "Well, no harm done, besides it wasn't bad was it?" She purred releasing Lexi and looking deeply into her eyes. "You could just come out and tell me, you know. No need to hide in the dark, or with a statue. I promise I won't bite"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi blushed as Emiele pulled her in closer, she kissed Emiele back more passionately "Mmm no harm done and ok I'm not fully straight I'm bi" She blushed and looked back in Emiele's eyes "And your the first girl I've kissed in a year"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 20:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, Lucky me, but the others are going to wonder what is taking us so long, so maybe we should hurry it up. That is unless you have something else in mind?" Emiele mused playfully, her desire washing over her in an almost unnatural way. "Hmmm... maybe you were right, this statue seems to be magic for my libido, still too bad its a statue." Emiele walked back over to Lexi, staring in her eyes, grinning ear to ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 20:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi kissed Emieles lips softly "Lets wait till later when we can sneak off alone" She then held Emieles hand softly and looked the statue before sighing and whispering "I wish he was real."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 20:10:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning ear to ear with her mind overwhelmed with thoughts of running through the halls nude with Lexi, she held tightly to the other womans shoulder as she gave her a quick peck on the neck. She lead them to the Foyer where she had left her purse and reached to get her phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:21:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked to Lauren, then to the empty hall, and back to her. "What the hell is taking them so long? Do you think everything's okay?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:45:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am sure that everything is fine. Maybe they are trying to find a good sigal on the phone?' Laruen smiled slightly brushing her hair back out of her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:46:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi smiled as she followed Emiele out but her mind was still thinking of that statue and if it was alive
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 09:16:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Don reached into his pants and pulled out his phone. He should have said something before those two had wandered off, but he had felt compelled to stay quiet. Now however he pulled it out freely.*<span class="bbc_u"> Well, I have mine still. Just remembered... It has a low battery and probably won't last much longer though. So 911 or what?</span> *He flipped open the phone and waited patiently*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 09:50:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing. For a moment it looked like there was battery, but in an instant both the signal bars and the battery cuts to zero on the phone. Then with all phones.<br><br>Not that a certain pizza shop knew that as a call was being put in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 16:12:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What the hell?" Lauren exclaimed as her battery died right before her eyes. "Well, I guess thats what you get from an American phone company. Damnit" she muttered as she turned to see Lexi. "Sorry dear but it looks like we are out of luck, unless anyone else has a phone. We may as well head back and tell the others."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 17:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi nodded as she sighed "Damn this sucks" She took Emieles hand and sighed softly before heading back to the group
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked to Lexi as she returned, sighing in relief. He tried to disguise it, make it more natural, but it was obvious that he was worried. "Lexi... everything okay? You find the phone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:30:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi smiled I'm fine and yeah but Emieles phone died so no contacting anybody" She sighed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 20:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So how do we get out of here?" He gave her a confused look, trying the door again, only to discover it was still locked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 20:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not sure but at the moment all we can do is wait. That said, why don't we all return to the foyer and have a seat rather than standing here in the dark gallery?" Emiele replied, annoyed by the fact that they had been standing around for what seemed like hours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 20:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi smiled "I'd like to go take a look back at that sculpture again. He's really cute but I keep thinking he's changing" She looked at Emiele before kissing her cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 20:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What a day, she was locked here and it was already late. She blushed and looked away when Lexi kissed Emiele's cheek. She cleared her throat and pushed her hair back out of her face. She started to walkoff then guessing this was going to get realy weird real fast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emiele giggled when Lexi kissed her cheek, but piped up when Lauren walked away "Lauren, whats the matter, don't wander off by yourself just in case the police show up because of the alarm." Turning back towards Lexi, Emiele smiled, "Well, I don't object, and I am certain the statue won't either. But what do you mean by changing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Don dropped his phone in his pocket and turned toward the group as Lexi and Emiele returned. He watched the banter. As Lexi and Emiele got "friendly" he decided to walk off silently while everyone was preoccupied. He slipped into the shadows silently and disappeared from the group with a smirk. He ended up at the statue and examined it.* <span class="bbc_u">So you have changed? Then I guess the internet rumors are a bit true, but are you the mischievous sex demon or are you more deadly?</span> *He could have swore he saw a twinkle in the eye, but it didn't matter. He just walked over to a bench and lounged in it so he could see the front foyer. He thought about all he had heard about this place. Evil statue, ghosts, and sex nexus. Well it seemed that one was true. he hoped it wasn't more evil than simply putting images into his mind...*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:01:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The statue doesn't respond, not visually anyway. But the mood that the light would play on it's face darkens, though that may just be a trick of the light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:49:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren walked after Don not really wanting to hang around when Lexi and Emiele were getting so friendly. "Don, mind if I stay with you? I have a feeling the preist won't be too happy about the girls." She smiled softly happy to have another moment with Don
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bit his lip as he wandered between the two groups for a second. Either way, he'd feel like a third wheel, more jilted by Lexi than the others but also more familiar. One thing was for sure though--he didn't want to be alone. Plus he wanted to figure out what was going on between Lexi and Emiele, so he went along with them, getting jumpy at the shadows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He looked up at Lauren, a bit startled.* <span class="bbc_u">Of course not, besides our priest may not be the kind you would want to confide. This place does feel a bit corrupting though doesn't it? Here, have a seat.</span> *He slid from the middle of the bench to the other and patted the spot beside him. He wondered if the statue hated man? Or did it just hate the potential good in man? He looked at Lauren and decided being bad in some cases couldn't be all that horrible, now could it?*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren took a seat next to him and closed her eyes. She opened them and smiled sweetly at him. "Did you know that and inverted cross is not really satanic? Saint Peter did not believe he was worthy to die the same way Jesus did so he was crucified unside down. Which is just a little odd seeings as how many people were crucified." Lauren twirled her hair around her finger as she spoke and looked over at the statue. "I wonder who that is supposed to be. It dose not have a tag"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He tapped his chin thoughtfully* <span class="bbc_u">Yin and Yang. Light and Dark. Heaven and Hell. This could someones clever representation of just that idea. The Anti-Christ to Christ? Almost makes me wished I knew history more.</span> *He absentmindedly placed his hand on her thigh and kept talking as if were an everyday thing.* <span class="bbc_u">Christ was described as being fair and humble with love for all. This guy looks stark and schemeful, probably quite the trickster if he was ever a real person. I've heard rumors on the internet of a statue similar to this one, roaming the world and making mischief wherever it goes.</span> *He looked at her and smiled.* <span class="bbc_u">But that is all rumor, no truth to rumor most times is there?</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren shrugged she was not a big rumor person. "Well who ever it is supposed to be it is a lovely statue, very well done." She blused slightly at the hand on her thigh and angled her body to face him. "Why did you come on this trip Don? I never would have thought that you were into art."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*His smile broadened* <span class="bbc_u">Well to tell you a small secret of mine...</span> *He looks around, as if to make sure no one is around. He leans in close to Lauren* <span class="bbc_u">I'm into a different kind of "art". The art of romance. I'm a connoisseur of beautiful women, such as yourself, who need nothing to glorify them, but a smile on their face.</span> *He arched his eyebrow mere inches from her face.* <span class="bbc_u">Or a pleasured gasp escaping between one's lips</span> *He looked into her eyes daring her to take the next step.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:34:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laurned blushed even more when Don leaned in his face so close to hers. The blush only grew as he continued to talk. "Don.." Her voice was low and quiet, she did not seem sure of what to say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:00:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*His name was all he needed. He moved in and his lips locked with hers, his tongue probing for entry. His hands reached around and pulled her in. He didn't care. He was going all in, hoping to double up.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:17:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laruen pulled back a little leaning back some, "Don wait for a second." She turned even more red. "There are probebly cameras everywhere."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He pulled her back to him. He wasn't taking no for an answer this time. he whispered into her ear.* <span class="bbc_u">And what of it? You know it would just turn you on even more.</span> *His voice rolled satin and smooth, dripping with lust. He bit her neck and grabbed her thigh firmly.* <span class="bbc_u">All you would have to do is call out to the others and they would come running I'm sure. You don't want them to come though. You want to feel powerless and exposed. Isn't that right?</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don what has gotten into you?" Her voice was low a bit of worry creeping into her voice. She had always seen Don as a nice guy that was why she liked him. She squirmed slightly pushing his&nbsp; hand off her thigh. She could not help but blush deeply at his words and actions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:09:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He grinned.* <span class="bbc_u">Just scream, is all you have to do. You haven't even told me no. You want it.</span> *He runs his now displaced hand up her body, grabbing her arm and pinning behind her.* <span class="bbc_u">See, now you can't even fight back properly one handed. You don't care though, you want to be handled like a wild animal. Held down and treated roughly.</span> *He pulled her hair back firmly to tilt her head back, pinning her against the bench.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:21:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laurne winced when her hair was pulled her head tilted back as he hand was pulled behind her. She shuddered aginst him closing her eyes, "Don't do this Don. Let's just go back to the others." She whispered her voice shaking slightly. "I will scream if you do not stop." Her threat was empty though and she knew it. The other's had been heading away from where they were and it was not likely that they would hear her if she screamed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:31:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He hesitated for a moment, his face lighting, then it darkened again.* <span class="bbc_u">It's too late now. You could have screamed before now. You only say no to what I'm saying. You know your hidden desires, I'm just exposing them. Like I will your beauty to the ever watching eyes of these statues.</span> *He grinned, sitting atop her lap, pinning her legs beneath him. He was basically on his knees on the bench, but he pressed some of his weight on to her.* <span class="bbc_u">Come on, tell me how you want it. Maybe a lilttle squeeze here?</span> *He grabs her breast with his arm he had pinned her arm with.* <span class="bbc_u">Or maybe a tickle here?</span> *He reached down in between them adn pushed a finger hard into her crotch. He rotated his finger and grinned.* <span class="bbc_u">My, my, you sure are burning for something.</span> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:40:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stop Don please." Lauren grabbed his hand pulling trying to throw him off balnce enough that she could get away. She wiggled under him as his hand lowered to her crotch. "Please Don, just think about this for a minute."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*He stood abruptly and grabbed her roughly, pushing her to the floor on the carpet. He sat on top of her taking a form as to leave her spread eagle on the floor and unable to move.* <span class="bbc_u">Oh, I've thought about it long and hard, till I was long and hard.</span> *He pinned her arms above her head with one hand to free up the other. With his free hand he searched her body seeking out spots to caress* <span class="bbc_u">Now it's time for you to feel the same burning passion and hot skin, sticky with sweat.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:44:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren landed rather ungracefully on the floor with a thud. She did not manage to get far before he was on her again. She withered under him flailing about on the floor. "There is no passion here Don." She snapped at him her glasses crooked on her face from the fall off the bench. "Someone help!" She screamed suddenly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:54:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*The scream ripped through him like wet paper. His face contorted into fear. He jumped up almost falling back. He looked at the statue in rage.* <span class="bbc_u">Why now!? The rumors must be true...</span> *He looked back to Lauren.* <span class="bbc_u">I...</span> *He turned and ran deeper in to the mansion. Deep enough to where the others would not find him easily and he sat in the shadows, sifting his thoughts, to see which were his own.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren was left on the floor feeling a bit shaken still. She wiped her eyes trying to keep from sobbing openly. She stood on unsteady legs looking to where Don had run off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 22:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good lord, what was that..." His head snapped up as vague echoes of Lauren's scream echoed through the hallways, running toward the source as best he could. He grasped in his pocket for the crucifix as if for a comfort blanket, some link to reality--only to remember he'd given it to Lexi.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:53:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi heard Laurens scream and ran towards it before seeing her there. She moved her hands to her neck feeling the cross there and she looked down biting her bottom lip softly wondering if he wanted it back or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 00:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked to Lexi quickly before going over to Lauren, eyes wide. "Lauren... we heard something, are you okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren looked up and nodded slowly, "Yeah, I am going to be fine. Don was..." her voice was tight and high pitched. She wiped her eyes again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OldSchoolGamer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 06:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was close to the end of Suzanne's shift.&nbsp; She had made seven deliveries, and did an hour-long stint in the kitchen because a line cook had called in sick.&nbsp; Such was life at Joe Bob's Pizza and Goodies.&nbsp; But the owner, Joe, was a friendly enough guy.&nbsp; A Vietnam vet, he had established the place in 1973 with a GI loan, and it had pretty much become a part of the town fabric.&nbsp; So when Joe asked her if she could make one last delivery, she nodded even though it was a bit of a drive.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly a tony part of town, but it wasn't the sticks either.<br><br>When she got to the address, the two Extra Large Deluxes carefuly ensconced in their insulated pouch, she wondered if she had the correct address.&nbsp; The place looked a little...deserted.&nbsp; But there were a couple cars parked around it, so she figured it was the correct address and someone was home.<br><br>Hefting the pizzas, she walked up to the front and rang the bell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 09:27:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door opens quietly, as if not to alert the people inside the mansion. There is however a small coffee table within sight of the door with a pile of what could be money visible.<br><br>Elsewhere a door opens for Don somewhere else as well, the otherside looking like a little garden.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:17:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Don jumps at the sound of the almost whisper quiet click. The door? UNLOCKED? He should tell the others, although... No, He'll just go himself. He twists the handle and pushes the door open.* <span class="bbc_u">The garden? Hello? Maybe I can climb up and out or something. But I guess i can just walk around in the meantime.</span> *He walked slowly through the garden as if an assassin awaited around every corner. He reflected on what had happened. First an urge, then a powerful compelling that took over him. All he could do was watch as something played on his deepest desire and twisted it into something else. This place was going to ruin him. At least he thinks so...*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 02:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Known as a notorious flirt, Emiele, quickly decided what had happend between Lauren and Don. "I can't believe such a mouse would do something like that, but it happened. Here, take this" she said to Lauren, handing her a small container of pepper spray that she kept in her bag whenever she went out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 02:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laurned looked to Emiele and took the pepper spray. "Thank you." She said quietly looking down at the floor. She blushed slightly and pushed her hair out of her face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tormented</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OldSchoolGamer</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 05:55:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77653.msg3612310#msg3612310">Quote from: TheVillain on 10-09-2010, 09:27:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The door opens quietly, as if not to alert the people inside the mansion. There is however a small coffee table within sight of the door with a pile of what could be money visible.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Suzanne flinched back a bit as the door suddenly opened, as if someone had heard her pull up.&nbsp; Only, no one was there.&nbsp; She peered into the house.&nbsp; Saw the coffee table with what appeared to be money.&nbsp; <br><br>For someone just to leave their house open with money laying around was uncommon, but not unheard of.&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; She would just take the money and leave the pizza, of course.&nbsp; The girl stepped in, walked over to the table.&nbsp; "Hello?"
			</dd>
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