Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria & Desirous)
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				Title: <strong>Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 17:41:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amber Stoneley<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The school entrance<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Arriving at school on a Monday morning<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Beryl, Their mum, Open<br><hr><br>A new school year, at not just a new school, but in a whole new country. My GCSE results had been pretty good, and gave me what the Yanks referred to as a Grade point Average of 2.8, which wasn't exactly the best in the world, but seriously, I was let down by my D in French. Fichu langue obligatoire! Still, here in Yankeeland they don't even know where France is, let alone have to learn to speak to the French.<br><br>We'd been here a couple of weeks, and already my hopes were high. See, there was this girl. She was in the year above, but I'd sat next to her one day at lunch, when we were late and the canteen was crowded, and Beryl and I got separated. So, we got chatting and we chatted, and we were still sitting next to each other chatting when the bell went... Now, seriously, for Beryl, that's normal. But me? I'm normally shy. Anyway, I've seen her around a few times, and made some discrete enquiries and found that she actually does swing the way I do. So I sort of let her know I was interested, by sitting closer to her than perhaps i needed to, so our hips touched. She didn't move away or complain or anything, which was great...<br><br>So this Monday as mum dropped us outside the school I kissed her goodbye, totally ignoring my sister, who was sending a text to someone I think... Well she was doing something with her phone anyway. So I slid from the car and trotted into the school grounds, looking to see if I could see Carmen anywhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 17:20:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_10.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beryl Stoneley<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> School entrance, walking to class via the hallways<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Arriving at school<br><br><strong>With:</strong> No-one<br><hr><br>I was texting Ashleigh, a girl I'd made friends with last week. She was into swimming too and we'd arranged to go to the pool this Saturday then get a bite of lunch and do some clothes shopping after. I'd bumped into quite a few people already and was on saying "Hi" terms with several but Ash was my first proper friend and I was looking forwards to having her show me around town.<br><br>When I put my phone away Amber was nowhere to be seen, she'd dashed off into school, no doubt to go after that girl she'd told me about a couple of days ago. She'd sat next to someone in class and got on well with them and then one of the girls she'd met had told her this girl batted for the other team like Amber did and she was off like a bullet from a gun. I think they were getting on quite well and I was so pleased for her; we'd talked a lot about the new town, new country and all the possible worries but her having found a girl who liked girls so quickly was lovely news. I was totally rooting for her.<br><br>I sent a quick text, <em>&lt;&lt;make sure you brought a change of underwear. Good luck!&gt;&gt;</em> and put my phone in my bag. I wasn't completely focussed on Amber's love life however as I had my own distractions in that department.<br><br>His name was Sam, he had African blood in him from way back, he was a footballer (American that is, not the poofy, girly soccer we have in England where the babies get a decent tackle and roll around crying on the floor for five minutes), he was almost two metres tall and he was <em>gorgeous</em>. He had this amazing skin with that lovely sheen that African blood often gives, like he was coated in melted chocolate. It made me just want to lick him all over to see how sweet it was.<br><br>Curiously enough we'd bumped into each other in an electronics store last weekend. I was browsing a shelf of telephoto lenses for my digital SLR when I overheard a conversation nearby. I continued to weigh up between the Pentax 55-300 zoom at $229 and the Tamron 70-300 at $375 with half my brain (the logical half, the dopey half) while the other half (the intuitive bit, so much livelier) listened – and watched – this good looking black guy asking about cameras.<br><br>He finished his conversation without buying anything and as he went by I spoke, still studying lenses.<br><br>"If you can afford it go for Nikon or Canon, if you're on a budget then Sony, Pentax or Olympus. Really avoid the others, you'll be disappointed." I saw his reflection in the glass front display cabinet pause. I straightened up and turned round.<br><br>Is there such a thing as love at first sight? I don't know. No idea. Shakespeare or Milton might know. I can tell you that lust at first sight definitely exists. Oh yes, most Yankee-doodle-dandy assuredly it does. Holy moistness and stiff-nipples Batman, by hell it does!<br><br>We just hit it off straight away. He didn't seem to mind a stranger telling him what to buy and thirty minutes later we were in the Starbucks next door having swapped phone numbers, names and I found out he was a second year in my school. He was seventeen and a footballer and he liked photography, <em>and</em> he enjoyed swimming, <em>and</em> he wasn't so great at classes as me which meant I'd obviously be having to invite myself round to his place to help him with homework and a whole bunch of other things.<br><br>I not so much walked back to the bus stop afterwards as floated home all the way. Samuel Johnson, no, not the one who compiled the first dictionary, but the one made of chocolate. I wanted a bite.<br><br>I told Amber all about him the minute I got home. The fact that required me to take my clothes off and get into the bath with her didn't enter my head as anything but perfectly normal. She'd found a girl called Carmen, I'd found Sam. What a way to start our new lives!<br><br>I bounced into school that morning floating on clouds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lazaria</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 03:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Carmen_Redgrave_Av_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Carmen Redgrave<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> School grounds.<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Await.<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Alone (Waiting for Stoneley 1).<br><hr><br>School was amazing. There were days when Carmen would find it catering to her poetic whims and then there were days like today. None of her whims were catered to but she woke up feeling like a million dollars. Her mother was a homely mum. She had made certain Carmen had her nutritious breakfast before running out with the backpack and her guitar slung right next to it. Carmen did not live that far from school. But there was a particular spot where she had been waiting for a while now, especially after meeting this new kid who has just arrived from England (or was it England? Her accent matched the new Princess so she had to be!). Frankly she considered Amber pretty rad and was quick to stand up to those who thought the girl just ‘pretended to be cool’. <br><br>It didn’t take long for her to notice Amber. When she first arrived the usual cliques were not fond of her. Until some began to warm up and now she was the best kept secret. When Carmen first saw Amber she simply walked over to her and struck up a conversation. It wasn’t long before they were chatting and Carmen made no secret of her fancies. What came across as bizarre was how Amber did not mind in the slightest. Carmen was a very happy person that day. <br><br>She flipped open her cellphone and made certain they still had enough time. Usually the girl arrived with a good bit to spare, and why not? Carmen thought her parents probably have strict ideals as far as being punctual was concerned. Perhaps she can pick up on a little culture herself. Truth be told Amber served as her muse. Her poetic ramblings have almost quadrupled ever since she had met her and things were pretty good in life. <br><br>No sooner had she appeared, Carmen waved at her! <br><br><strong>“Think of the devil.”</strong> She grinned and pecked at the other girl’s cheek. <strong>“Did your mummy and daddy make certain you were feeling all proper-like before dropping you off at school?”</strong> She spoke in a make-believe, atrocious British accent. Carmen liked to tease Amber every so often.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Desirous</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 12:25:18</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Samuel_Johnson_Av_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samuel Johnson<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallways in the school<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Exiting a teacher`s office who had called him to talk about his grades<br><br><strong>With:</strong> No one but hoping to run into Beryl Stoneley on his way.<br><hr><br>Sam took a deep breath as he stepped outside Mrs. Robin`s office, his maths class teacher who had called him early morning to discuss about his falling grades. He was an average student with his focus mainly on passing the classes without failing it hoping to get a graduation based on his sports record, but his maths teacher as she was called the Nazi by almost all the school was not happy with his passing grades and wanted him to better his grades. During the meeting he had tried to convince her that he was trying his best, but this was not going to impress Mrs. Robin`s and she ended the meeting telling him that he better do that or else she would have no other option but to fail him which only affirmed his opinion that his teacher belonged to Guantanamo Bay and not at this school.<br><br>"Well what a way to start this week!", he muttered to himself as he held onto his books cladded comfortably in a pair of his dark blue jeans and light grey half sleeve shirt showing off his well muscled upper torso. He had a class to attend, but in the back of his mind he was thinking about this girl who he had met only a few days back and just the thought of her brought a smile to his thick lips. He had come across her at the electronics store where he had gone to buy a camera bringing in use the amount of money that he had saved separately to invest in one of his main hobbies. He was talking to the salesperson when from no where this girl stepped in to share her opinion and as he looked up, he couldn't just take his eyes off her as he nodded his head while telling himself how beautiful she was. He did ended up buying the Olympus with her approval and they hit if off like they knew each other since always. <br><br>It was not like Sam didn't get his fair share of attention from the girls at the school, but there was something about her which made his heart beat heavy in his chest. So during the coffee at Starbucks he learned that they did shared quite a few similar interests which only intrigued him more about her as he listened to every word she said very intently. Also the fact that she a year junior than him at the school that he was going too which only meant that he would have more chances to come across her, something which he was extremely looking forward too. He wanted to know more about Beryl and his past experience with the fairer sex told him by her mannerism that she had formed a liking for him, but he didn't wanted to rush into anything scaring her away or anything. <br><br>Slowly he made his way over heading towards his class while thinking about Beryl Stoneley and the smile on his face only broadened when he saw her walking her way into the hallways looking so pretty. He looked at his wrist watch knowing he had a few minutes left before his class started and perhaps even if he were to risk himself getting late for the class, he wouldn't mind. "Perhaps I shouldn't be mad at Mrs. Robins and should go thank her after the classes", he chuckled as he stepped next to her flashing a wide bright smile on his lips, "Good morning Beryl. How are you?", he greeted her knowing that it was only last night they had talked and now in the morning it seemed like he was meeting her after a long time.</div> <br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 15:09:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_21.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amber Stoneley<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The school yard<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Being greeted by a strong-willed senior<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Carmen<br><hr><br>I was still giggling over the way Beryl had jumped into the bath with me last night, just so she could tell me all about her new flame. Sam something. Apparently he was a senior too. I had congratulated her on meeting someone who shared her interests, and cheekily suggested he might like to take some pictures of her right now. That earned a splash in the face, and soon we were spreading water around the bathroom and shrieking enough to cause mum to bang on the door. It's a funny thing, but where most people have trouble working out which of us is which even when we're standing side by side, mum always knows...<br><br>My memory was interrupted by a familiar and welcome sight. Carmen was there, waving at me. I trotted over to her obediently and she kissed me on the cheek. That made me blush. Right there in the yard, in front of everyone, she kissed me! Okay it was only a peck, but still. It sent a hot shiver down to my nipples and cunny. I got the distinct impression that when it came to it, Carmen was going to be the one on top. That was fine by me. She teased me with that 'posh' accent that Yanks seem to think all us Brits use. I smiled happily at her, still blushing. I didn't mind being teased by <em>her</em>. Anyone else would get the rough end of my tongue for that, but from Carmen, it made me feel all gooey inside.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yeah, Mum insisted on driving us this morning. It was all my kid brother's fault. He couldn't find his gym kit, and we all had to help him look, and then by the time we found it, it was too late for us to walk and we'd missed the bus already and...&nbsp; Hi Carmen." I was babbling. She did that to me. I shut up and grinned at her.<br><br>I had one thought running through my head: <em>Please ask me out? Please ask me out?</em> Okay, so I could have asked her, but... But for one, I had no idea where to take a girl on a date. Sure I'd been to some of the hang-out spots. the mall, the multiplex, the lido, but were those places that a girl could take a girl on her first date? And then, for two, I was ninety seven point six oh five one percent sure that Carmen would prefer to be the one doing the asking. <br><br>I was still smiling at her expectantly, as she took my hand and led me into the school building. There was something on her mind, I could tell, but would you Adam and eve it? At that moment the bell we were walking under went off, making me jump out of my skin. "Eep!" I yelped, "Sorry, Carmen, I better get to class. Tell me at break, okay?" And I raced off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 13:33:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beryl Stoneley<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> School hallways, going to class<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Talking with Sam, arranging to meet at lunch break<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Sam Johnson<br><hr><br>As I breezed along the hallways a person fell into step beside me, seemingly teleporting out of nowhere. How did someone that big and hunky do that? I was genuinely keen to know, a person this attractive should pop up on my radar yards away, even through solid walls but Sam had this rather disarming ability to slide up beside me completely unnoticed. I looked up at him – waaay up! – and grinned.<br><br>"Morning! I'm good! You?"<br><br>We chatted about a few things and I asked him how he was finding his new camera and had he used it much yet. It was lovely walking with him for a few minutes, I had this nice glowing feeling deep down inside and wanted to just be with him all day. We didn't have to do anything at all, just being beside him was so nice.<br><br>We went past the lockers and I got my books for the morning classes and stuffed them in my bag, then we made our way up a flight of stairs. The first year students had their classrooms on this floor but the seniors had theirs a floor higher. This upper hallway – first floor to my way of thinking but I had to try and think like a Yank now so this would be the second floor… Hm… that would take some adjusting to if we ever decided to arrange to meet somewhere… where was I? Ah yes, in the hallway we had to part ways. I really wanted to give his hand a squeeze and be affectionate but I wasn't entirely sure where our friendship was headed yet so I didn't. I stepped back and raised a hand in a happy wave.<br><br>"Well, gotta get to class. It’s a crying shame." I did an exaggerated unhappy pout. "Would you like to meet up at lunch break? I need to go get a sandwich from the dining hall shop. Er, <em>store</em>. Hm, whatever you guys call it. Wanna meet me there?"<br><br>We agreed a place to meet and parted, I waved again and made my way to class, my head seemed to bump the top of the doorframe as I floated happily in. Who needed weed when there was love in the world, this feeling of a huge high was amazing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lazaria</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 02:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Carmen_Redgrave_Av_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Carmen Redgrave<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> School cafeteria.<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Classes. Quiz. Lunch!<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Alone (Waiting for Stoneley 1).<br><hr><br>It was more a happenstance than anything else but Carmen felt time pass a lot sooner than it normally did. Her classes usually bored her but with Amber on her mind she was able to get lost in her own world. By the time American History – Two rolled around she had already asked the dusky beauty out in her own mind and were now merrily making their way to Carmen’s favourite park. Oh the humanity, she thought, shaking her head so she may clear these ideas out and focus on what was at hand. <br><br>The quiz didn’t take too long. It was a test Carmen had feared but it also allowed her to concentrate on something different for a change. She was not a bad student. Carmen, like many her age, enjoyed procrastinating and harboured an unhealthy obsession for daydreaming. <br><br>By now lunch time was nigh and she was looking forward to it. She repeated the words she will be using to ask Amber out. Of course the thought crossed her mind how Amber’s parents might react, but on account of their British roots she thought there was no way they would mind any of this. Weren’t half of people in Britain gay anyway? Not counting the three quarters of European population. That made her giggle and she had a good feeling about this. <br><br><strong>“Amber!”</strong> She called out in the cafeteria. <strong>“So how was class, how were tests and how were quizzes?”</strong> Her eyes were sparkling and she nibbled on her lower lip. Carmen enjoyed joking with the little Stoneley and took great joy in ruffling her feathers every so often albeit in her own special way. <br><br>Therefore no sooner had Amber responded she took the girl’s hand and whispered. <strong>“I go to Dresden Park every Friday afternoon, I play some guitar, I write some poetry… would you like to come with me and perhaps be the object of a poet’s desire?”</strong> Carmen bit at her lower lip again. The ball was in Amber’s court.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 12:49:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beryl Stoneley<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> School dining hall entrance, near the sandwich counter<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Meeting some strange enthusiastic woman!<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Carmen Redgrave<br><hr><br>I had a pastrami on rye in one hand and a chicken, salad and mayo club in the other, each in their card and plastic containers and was literally weighing them up in my balanced palms. Lifting one and thinking, then lifting the other and thinking more. I probably looked like some weird gastronomic juggler about to start her act. I just couldn't decide. Since coming to America a few weeks back I had already become addicted to the strongly flavoured smoked and spiced Italian meat which we just didn't get in England but I was worried it would leave an after taste or smell on my breath. It wasn't that I was specifically planning to put my mouth near anyone's face later, or let them put theirs near mine but you could never tell. The future was a foreign land and we all travelled there unprepared. Chicken was a safer bet but a bit bland. Grr, decisions, decisions…<br><br>When I heard a woman's voice call out "Amber!" I instinctively turned around and smiled in the direction of the sound. It's the conditioning that happens after seventeen years of identical twinism. Twinism? Is that a word? Oh, well, I just invented it, so it is now! Samuel Johnson would be proud of me! Oh yeah… Sam, is he around yet?<br><br>A dark-haired and very pretty woman stepped towards me and began talking away happily. She looked really pleased to see me and she was giving off all kinds of friendly body language. I relaxed and grinned back, running my fingers like a comb through my wayward fringe.<br><br>"Class was good," I replied honestly, though a bit confused. I was mentally frowning and thinking <em>Who the hell are you?</em> but outwardly I tried my best to smile and chill and not let the stranger think she was bothering me. "Tests and quizzes? You call them quizzes here? Ha! That's something we have in pubs in Britain. Winning team gets a bottle of wine or two free rounds of drinks, it's quite a social sport back home."<br><br><em>What the frigging hell are you saying? You're talking bollocks girl!</em> To be honest I was a bit off balance but as my mind rambled to fill in the gap with any old crap that came out of my mouth my brain did a little twist of situational assessment and a small light bulb came on in my head.<br><br><em>You're Carmen! You're Amber's friend!</em> It was a satisfying moment, like when you stare at one of those online 3D visual trick puzzle things and then suddenly after five minutes you see the cat on the tree branch or the camel in front of the pyramids and it suddenly becomes a recognizable something instead of a meaningless jumble of nothing. I do love those eye-brain tricks.<br><br><em>Carmen! Yeah! I know now.</em> Then suddenly <em>You're the lesbian!</em><br><br><em>Fuck. Girls licking girls. Ew.</em><br><br>Or rather. <em>Yay!</em> was what I should be thinking. Because Carmen clearly thought I was Amber. She'd called out sis' name and was beaming at me happily so obviously to her I wasn't Beryl, but my sister. And of course my sister was queer. Small problem.<br><br>However I suddenly had a wicked thought. Amber and I had enjoyed many, many hours of fun in our youth, both with our pals in school and our teachers. We had even tricked our parents once or twice if we wore identical outfits. The many fun times we'd had deliberately pretending to be each other meant we'd practiced it specifically in front of our bedroom mirror, and almost without really meaning to but with a little grinning demon-in-red-with-a-pitchfork-on-my-shoulder mood, I let a sunshine beam of happiness light up my face. I put my head a bit to one side in just the way Amber does.<br><br>"The tests were cool, Carmen, really easy. I must be getting into the swing of American school already."<br><br><em>This might be fun… As long as she doesn't want to get into the licking thing right away…</em> I dropped the tasty but pungent pastrami sandwich back on the shelf, grabbed a little plastic bowl of salad and a can of diet Pepsi and paid for them along with my safe but sweet-smelling chicken sandwich.<br><br>I paid and turned back to the strange woman. Then she grabbed my free hand. I fought away the urge to tug it back and cause her to get confused and let her hold it. She had nice cool hands.<br><br>“I go to Dresden Park every Friday afternoon, I play some guitar, I write some poetry… would you like to come with me and perhaps be the object of a poet’s desire?” she asked.<br><br>"Uh… the park? Where is that? But… yeah… sure, if we can get there and back before the bell."<br><br>I let her lead me away from the dining hall and the throng of arriving students. <em>Where's Sam? I'm supposed to meet him. He'll get cross at me for not showing up when I said I would. Then again going with this Carmen person might be quite nice too. She thinks I'm Amber. Ha! I'll have to send Amber a text and tell her what's going on…</em><br><br>Carmen was talking again and as we walked I grinned back at her. She was quite tall so I had to look up a bit. She kept hold of my hand and almost dragged me along and my other arm cradled my lunch. The sandwich counter lady had dropped my items into a brown paper bag with a string handle so I was able to slip my wrist through the loop and get my phone out. One-handed I sent Amber a text.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">&lt;&lt;Got mistakn 4u by Carmen! If u see Sam make out yr me! Txt bk. Let me kno wots happening.&gt;&gt;</span><br><br>Amber hadn't told me anything much about this Carmen woman. She played guitar and wrote poetry. She talked a lot. And she licked pussy. I was building up a profile, some of it useful, some of it scary.<br><br>We exited the campus, had to run across the road between the traffic and turned down the pavement – uh, <em>sidewalk</em> towards some trees I could see a short distance away.<br><br><em>Is that Dresden Park? Had Amber gone here before with her?</em> The way Carmen had mentioned it, it sounded like she hadn't, so I decided to play it that way. The sun was out and suddenly I was in a very playful mood. This could be fun!<br><br><em>It's just the… yeah. The licking thing… um…</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Desirous</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 14:24:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Samuel_Johnson_Av_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samuel Johnson<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallways. Classes and Dining Hall. <br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Attending classes, walking through hallways before finally in the dining hall to ask Beryl out&nbsp; <br><br><strong>With:</strong> Most pretty girl in the world Beryl Stoneley (He thinks it`s her)<br><hr><br>"I`m great!", he said with a bright smile as we chatted about a few details while he shared the details of his little meeting with Mrs. Robins while she asked him about the camera that he had brought. He wanted to tell her how badly he wanted to take her pictures, but for some reason he didn't shared the thought with her. Walking alongside Beryl he was thinking there was certainly something about her different from all the other females that he had come across which made him feel all mushy inside. Just her presence made him all excited and for Sam it was a first time having not experienced those feelings. he had seen his friends telling him how wonderful the feeling of being in love was but everytime Sam used to make fun of them saying it`s just the hormones talking. <br><br>They headed upstairs heading towards their classes before they parted their ways with Beryl waving a hand at him and he just wished that time would stop right here so he could just gaze at that pretty smiling face of her`s. , "Sounds like a plan and I will see you there!", he smiled at her as they decided upon the place in the dining hall to meet in the lunch time before he made his way towards his class with his mind all occupied with the thoughts of the stunning dusky beauty.<br><br>During the course of his classes he was thinking about Beryl formulating the words in his mind he would be saying to ask her out. They had met a few times and there was a mutual liking for one another, so he thought that it was appropriate time to ask her out but at the same time he didn't wanted to freak her out or something. They hadn't even kissed till yet and if he ended up telling a few friends that the girl he was planning to ask her out, he didn't even touched her till yet forget about kissing they would certainly have a crack at him. "Just relax", he told himself calming himself down as all kind of thoughts filled up his mind thinking what if she rejects his offer, but someone had to take the initiative and by the looks of things it would have to be him making the first move. <br><br>So when the bell rang Sam picked up his bag which contained his books heading downstairs towards the dining hall as she had told him. As he was about passing the hallway a friend of his shouted aloud which made Sam bit his bottom lip because he didn't wanted to get late not wanting to keep Beryl waiting, but he stopped. He kept looking at his wrist watch as his friend Eddy told him about this party which he was supposing to arrange at his place sometime in the coming week Sam continued nodding his head before he finally spoke, "Listen bro don't mind I will get back to you laters. I have to rush for now!", and quickly turned not even waiting for his friend`s response as he made his way towards the designated place.<br><br>Finally reaching the dining hall he stood right by the side of the sandwitch counter as his eyes looked around searching for Beryl in the crowd before he finally saw her which brought a smile on his lips. He took large steps as he pierced his way through the crowd in the crowd before he was standing right by her side, "I am sorry about being late, but a friend needed to talk about something", he muttered looking at that pretty face of her`s as he continued, "Listen I needed to ask you something earlier in the morning but we were both getting late for our classes. Would you like to go out with me to this new club, Terrace? It has opened only a few days back and I have heard only good things about the place".&nbsp; His dark eyes were now locked upon her`s as he awaited for her response while thinking how much he wanted to kiss those precious lips of her`s. </div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 15:30:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_15.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amber Stoneley<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving in the lunch hall<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Afreeing to the plan, Meeting a guy, who seems to be hitting on her<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Sam Johnson<br><hr><br>I was late leaving class because of some stupid tee-blank-blank-tee who insisted on interrupting the teacher at every opportunity. Finally we got out of class, about five minutes after the bell had gone. I made my way to the canteen or cafeteria or whatever they called it over here. Heck in a country that calls a boot a trunk, calls rounders softball, calls rugby football, calls football soccer, calls a motorway a freeway, calls a toll road a turnpike, calls a tramp a bum and calls a bum a donkey, they probably called it a grubstore or something... I stopped and looked around.<br><br>I caught a glimpse of a familiar shock of black curly hair heading out of he other door. One thing about being identical twins, I always know what the back of my own head looks like. Wait, was that <em>Carmen</em>? With my sister? My phone played a cute little jingle, and I pulled it from my bag. 1 new text message from Beryl.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=196306.msg9629865#msg9629865">Quote from: Haibane on 22-02-2014, 12:49:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">&lt;&lt;Got mistakn 4u by Carmen! If u see Sam make out yr me! Txt bk. Let me kno wots happening.&gt;&gt;</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I glared a the phone, almost about to run after them, then my sense of devilment came out. Beryl was suggesting a swapsie, like we used to do. And she wouldn't dare fuck things up between me and Carmen, because if she did... I grinned.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">&lt;&lt;u cow! u bhave or i tell him u got syfilis!!! ;-) this will b fun!&gt;&gt;</tt><br><br>Yes, I know how to spell syphilis, but I was sending a text, okay? I had just tapped send when this really cute guy came dashing up, apologising for being late, and going on about some club or other. I could only assume this was Sam.<br><br>"Uh, hey. It's fine, I only just got here. look, uh could you hang on a sec, I could really use a drink and a sandwich?" I slid away, not because I was hungry - I was but..., but because this <em>boy</em> was looking at me like I was some kind of sex object... Well, okay, that wasn't fair, but he was looking at me the way Carmen looks at me, and it made me all creeped out. This was a guy, with a *shudders* <em>penis</em>! That produced <em>sperm</em>! EEEW!<br><br>I joined the queue and got some food, A pastrami on rye and a chicken club salad sandwich. Damn but the Yanks have perfected something that the English invented there. A sandwich that's three centimetres thick, and the bread is less than half of that! A carton of something fruity rounded that off. With food in me, I felt better able to cope, I would at least have something to throw up if he started getting mushy. I headed back to where he was waiting. "Now, what was this about a club? I dunno. I mean, I'm only seventeen. I don't want to get in any trouble...." I sat at a table and ate slowly, trying to remember everything Beryl had told me about this guy. Assuming it was the same guy... "Sam?" I asked hoping to innocently confirm it was him. If it wasn't this would be awkward, of course... "I mean, you're a nice guy and everything, but, I don't really know much about you.... Talk to me...!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lazaria</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 09:23:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Carmen_Redgrave_Av_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Carmen Redgrave<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria. Dresden Park.<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Walking with 'Amber'.<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Walking/Talking with 'Amber'.<br><br>Carmen had meant if she would like to come with her after school. Perhaps later in the day before dinner, but she didn’t mind showing it to Amber at the moment. There were hardly many people there this time of the day on a weekday. Besides this would give them some time for each other, something she has been craving for a while today.<br><br><strong>“Oh you…”</strong> She grinned and playfully punched the girl’s shoulder. Not too hard, of course. But enough to cause one thud of an impact. Carmen liked showing her affections and she liked Amber. Most of all she enjoyed touching Amber any chance she could get away with it. She had wondered a few times if it made the other girl uncomfortable but there was never any cause for concern. She was halfway in romantic lust and had soon after decided she would ask Amber out or die trying. <br><br>It had to be death if there was no Amber in the equation. This was the way the universe worked after all. <br><br>It was a bit strange, the way her lovely reacted. Carmen wondered if it had something to do with the classes. Perhaps people were a bit mean to her. Oh how she loathed the girls when they were difficult with her girl-toy. <br><br>Did she just think of her as a girl-toy? Carmen giggled. <br><br><strong>“Did they give you a hard time, those assholes in your class?”</strong> She raised an eyebrow as they made their way to the park. Her hand slipped into Amber’s and she leaned in to whisper in her ear. <strong>“Just between you and me, I bet half of the girls are rug munchers, they just don’t wanna admit… terrible!”</strong> She pecked her on the cheek.<br><br><strong>“Well here’s the park. There’s not much to it right now but after school you will see a lot of people here.”</strong> <br><br>Her hand began to stroke Amber’s back, turning her attention to the beautiful girl. <strong>“You are coming, right? We will have so much fun!”</strong> She began to run it lower, this was the time she had rehearsed and waited for. This was when everything hinged on a line that was between certainty and uncertainty, once crossed… she knew things will be official. Or well, semi-official. <br><br>This was a now or never moment after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mistaken Identity IC (Chrystal, Haibane, Lazaria &amp; Desirous)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 13:39:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_20.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beryl Stoneley<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dresden Park, a block down the street from school<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Scary lesbian lunch date things!<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Carmen Redgrave<br><hr><br>Carmen led me to the park and we went in through a gate. There were lawns, pathways, a small lake, groups of shady trees, a few mums with kids and prams, sunshine, a stand selling hot dogs and another selling ice cream. It was all so normal.<br><br>Carmen talked a lot which made it easier to talk less. Thing was I really should talk more. Amber could get quite giddy when she talked about other girls, especially ones she thought were hot and in the bath last night it was obvious she thought Carmen was scalding.<br><br><strong>"Eh? No, no! Not at all! Everyone in class is cool, nothing bad has been going on. It's all still so new here and~ urp!"</strong> She slid closer and put an arm around my waist. Our hips bumped and her perfume smelled nice. I began to get goose-bumpy. I was gonna get attacked by a lesbian! I made a huge effort to relax and press back against her. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea. I couldn't act cold or else that might upset Amber and her girlfriend. Damn it! What had I done?<br><br><strong>"Rer-rug munchers? You think so? Lots of them? Well… I guess I was lucky to find you first! Now I hope you won't be grabbed by anyone else!"</strong> It was hard to keep up with this. Part of me was still having fun but part was a bit scared. What if she wanted to kiss? What if she wanted to touch…? <em>Where</em> would she want to touch? Eep!<br><br>My 'eep' was internal and caused by Carmen kissing my cheek. It was just a peck, something I'd done hundreds of times to Amber, mum, aunts or grannies. But I knew that granny Dobson, granny White and aunt Susan had never wanted to get into my panties! The place where Carmen's lips had touched my face seemed to glow and not in an especially nice way. I fought back and urge to wipe at my cheek, like I might catch lesbian germs from her.<br><br>Then her hand caressed my back and made me shiver. I could feel her fingers feeling my bra-strap through my shirt, then they slid down my back until they reached my jeans. I'd worn a loose button-up pale blue shirt top and there was half an inch of bare skin between it and my hipsters. Just out of friendly habit, Amber and I owned a lot of identical clothes and this morning she'd worn exactly the same outfit, right down to the red flat heeled shoes. As Carmen's fingers touched bare skin I bit back a little whimper. She might think it was a stifled moan or something. I was definitely shaking.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I'd love to come here again, it’s a lovely place. Ahm… shall we sit somewhere? And what was it you said about poetry? I'd love to read some."</strong> The warm soft hand slid lower still until it was cupping my behind, and pressing there with just enough pressure so that Carmen was guiding me along. She was in control. I let myself be guided to a grassy bank with some trees behind that was away from the main paths but which had a view down to the little lake. The hand squeezed my rump a bit and I tried my best to relax.<br><br>We sat down which gave me the opportunity to disengage from that hand. I unpacked my sandwich and salad and started to eat.<br><br><strong>"Did you bring lunch?"</strong> I asked her. <strong>"If not you can share mine."</strong> I waited to offer her a bite of my sandwich in case she hadn't got one of her own. She had her guitar case and school bag. She might have brought a packed lunch from home for all I knew.
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