We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 01:31:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">For now this is any area that's outside school grounds. Nearby Skatepark. Mall, food court. Even a small amusement park. Meet your family and friends on the outside world. We will add more topics for outside as time goes on. 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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside JC - Skate Park Day (Domino&amp;Shane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 02:28:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Estatic <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Exactly what's in the image.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)<br><hr><br>The weekend couldn't have come sooner. After the first week of hell, when term began, Shane was so looking forward to the free pass she managed to weasel out of Counselor Julian Cartier. It wasn't just for her either, she had managed to scrape one for one of her closest friends, Domino. How did Shane come about with the free pass to the skatepark for both of them? Well, it was so easy. She complimented the hell out of Julian then proceeded to flirt with him, pretending she would give him anal if he allowed her to go blow off some steam. Ahh the fake little good student. Not. She never did say who's ass she would give him. So naturally when Julian agreed she had to ask for another pass for Domino. Complimenting Julian's looks did the trick, it was like taking candy from a baby. Before Saturday came around, Shane was roaming the halls trying to find where they had stuck Domino this term. Finally giving her the good news, the two girls decided to make a whole day of it. <br><br><br>With 40 bucks in their pockets, they took the public transport, skateboards in hand; the two girls spent the good part of the early afternoon shredding, riding the half pipe and generally collecting scraps and bruises. The sun was starting to beat down hard on Shane's neck, with a groan sweating she wiped her face and neck with a small hand towel and squirted a bottle of water on her face before gulping it down. <strong>"DOM!"</strong> She yelled out for her friend who was currently skating in her direction. Waving her over Shane plopped down on the nearest bench and proceeded to pull out sandwiches and chips she had brought with her. <strong>"Take a load off. It's fucking hot."</strong> She smirked as a group of girls sat at a picnic table nearby and were busy whispering and giggling as they looked over at Shane occasionally. <strong>"besides it food and bird watching time."</strong> A wicked grin appeared on her lips as she took an enthusiastic bite of her sandwich. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 22:08:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Jersey (open), navy sports bra, <br>baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">In Domino's not-so-humble opinion, she had absolutely behaved well enough to have earned a free pass. In the opinions of the a few of the staff members who'd had a run in with the cheeky 19 year old during the past week... No. No she absolutely had not earned such a thing. Thankfully Shane had managed to secure a second pass that could be given to a person of her choice and Domino had not committed any acts that warranted interference in that. Which meant that she was free! Just for the day, but still. Free gotdammit!<br><br>Blessed freedom in the form of wind whipping past her while she streaked by on her board. In the form of girls untainted by the views of the damned school she'd been sentenced to. In the form of the ability to choose just where in the hell she wanted to go!<br><br>Of course, at heart Domino was a fairly simple being and so hitting the skate park for their day off was right up her alley. No complications necessary.<br><br><em>"DOM!"</em><br><br>The call came just as she landed smoothly following a slick rail grind and already her board was angled toward where Shane had opted to take a break. With a tilt of her imaginary hat--a real rarity for Domino actually--she rolled past a girl who'd come with some others in the hope of learning to do more than just roll in one direction or the other. So far she wasn't having much luck but in Domino's opinion that was just because she didn't have the right teacher. <br><br>"Bird watching? Yeah, ok." She chuckled and stepped of her board, running a few steps before her sneakered foot tapped the back end and flipped up her board. Snagging it mid air was more a matter of not getting brained by the damned thing than any sort of flair but she made it work. Sitting the thing aside though she waved the edges of her jersey to facilitate some air flow across her skin. She'd had a beater on some time ago but she'd shed it the moment the heat had started to get to her, opting to keep the protection of the thicker jersey for those times when she had an intimate chat with the pavement.<br><br>Copping a squat beside the bench, Domino's attention dropped first toward her shoes. She was a bit of a fanatic about the damned things and though today's pair were only a two toned set of Converse in navy and grey, she still gave them the habitual once over, even reaching to fix a spot where the hem of her jeans were coming free of her socks because that sort of thing irked her to no end. <br><br>"Its only been a week but I swear... I almost forgot what free range birds were like." She quipped in an unusually strong British accent--complements of spending the summer with her sister--as she stood only to turn and plop her denim covered rear on the bench beside Shane. If anyone was actually bothering to look past her ridiculously attractive friend she didn't notice for the moment though, her attention landing on the food Shane had produced instead. <br><br>"So I didn't ask before but... what did you do to snag not one, but two passes so early on anyway?" A sandwich was snagged and unwrapped. "Anything worth a gold star?" She asked coyly in reference to an imaginary chart she liked to refer to occasionally as though they were in fact keeping track of their... <em>accomplishments</em>.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 01:09:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Estatic <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Exactly what's in the image.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)<br><hr><br>Shane gave Dominio a wicked grin, cocking her brow and nodding. Indeed bird watching, "besides fuel. Best to keep up appearances." The short haired brunette winked at her mate, nodding over to the girls that were busy whispering as she handed Domino her share of the sandwiches and chips. Shane couldn't agree more, free range was the best of the best. She was so sick and tired of the girls at the school. It was nice to know that the world wasn't just black and white like at Jamison Clarke. No matter how much they beat that idea into their brains, whilst giving them a proper education. It caused Shane to roll her eyes in thought, <strong>"tell me about it."</strong> The girl studied her best friend's face as she spoke. Her accent was so intense at times Shane had to stop herself from hitting on Domino. Her train of thought led her to wonder why she and Domino had never hooked up. Besides the fact that hooking up with a close friend was dangerous add to the fact that they were both students at a school that nitpicked their personal relationships, then mix in the fact that Shane hadn't had a serious girlfriend ever. Well, that wasn't true. There was that one time which is what made Shane the way she was. Better off in just fucking them and leaving them. She could not and would not do that with Domino. Even in the beginning when they were just getting to know each other it could have happened. But there were always interruptions and after one night of drinking at a party and talking the entire evening, Shane knew that fucking her would be a bad thing. Domino knew things about her no one else did. <br><br>Fucking Domino after that evening was suddenly not Shane's goal. Preferring to just stay friends, no matter how much they flirted with each other or egged each other one when one was on a conquest. <strong>"God damn it, Dom. You're fucking gorgeous."</strong> Shane blurted out, still staring at her friend's profile. Catching herself just as Domino asked about the passes. Stuffing her mouth with a big bite of the sandwich to cover up the outburst, Shane managed to choke on her meal. Coughing and sputtering as she swallowed hard and tears burned her eyes, quickly going for her water bottle Shane tried to quench her burning throat. <strong>"Fuck..."</strong> She coughed in agony. Finally after about a minute of wanting the ground to swallow her whole, Shane wiped her eyes and licked her lips with a smirk. Changing the subject back to the passes. <br><br><strong>"Two words, Julian Cartier."</strong> Shane chuckled before she explained, <strong>"I flirted, complimented him, the bastard loves himself so much he looked in the mirror and blew a kiss at himself and I hinted on anal. Didn't say it was going to be me. Promised him even. And viola. Two passes he was in such a good mood when I batted my lashes at him and asked him for the second one for you."</strong> Shane stood up now, her arms outstretched and bowed with a grin on her lips as she sat back down and placed her feet on her skateboard, moving it inches back and forth as she took another bite of her sandwich. <strong>"I should have held out, though, "</strong> she mused with a chuckle. <strong>"You know before I offered you the second pass."</strong> She smirked at her friend and bumped her shoulder to Domino's as she continued, <strong>"see if the girls at school are correct on the fact that you give good head." </strong>Shane couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. There was no way Shane and Domino were ever gonna hook up, but she'd be lying if she didn't admit she hadn't thought about it on many occasions especially the way rumors ran around Jamison Clarke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 06:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Jersey (open), navy sports bra, <br>baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Shane's blurted words were heard--she wasn't deaf after all--but beyond a slight twitch of her lips, Domino opted to just let it go. Had it been some joking comment to her she could have rolled with it but the way it had just come out made her feel as though it was potentially something more than that. She could take a compliment, and she was hardly shy or overly modest, but some topics were best left alone lest she end up having to fight wildly detouring thoughts for the rest of the day.<br><br>Biting into her sandwich like it was the best fucking thing she'd ever tasted, Domino pulled one foot up and hugged her knee to her chest. Her eyes darted between the now giggling girls at their picnic table and her choking bestie but she didn't offer any help because as far as she was concerned it served Shane right. She knew better. And just to be clear it wasn't that she didn't think Shane was hawt or that she didn't ever think about what it would be like if they just went ahead and fucked each other silly one night but... well, Shane was the homie. Her best friend. The reasons that had sort of drawn them together and made them work as friends in the first place were the same ones that made Domino reluctant to risk anything ruining that. Sure, she could do casual stuffs--did all the damn time--but after the first few missed opportunities something in the back of her mind had seemed to think she'd never be able to do casual with Shane. Which was a whole 'nother shade of <em>WTF</em> that she wasn't ready to examine so she shoved it away, closed the door, marked it with a big ass 'NO', and that was that.<br><br>Finally things got back on track and saved Domino from her own thoughts. Catching one of the girls looking a little harder than the rest she went ahead and acknowledged her with an upnod and grin as she listened to the no longer choking Shane. <br><br>"Ha! Are you serious?!" Eyes wide she faced her bowing friend once again but after a second more of amused shock her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute... whose arse--" she paused, "ugh, sorry. Whose <em>ass</em> are you planning to offer to him?" She might have volunteered to pay the toll had it been something <em>not</em> that but hell no she wasn't givin' up the booty to that man. "I feel sorry for that bloody idiot. Should have convinced him he could have his own ass!" To say Domino didn't think terribly well of males in positions of authority was an understatement. Then again, learning you could get your high school principal to ignore most of your bad behavior because he wanted to fuck you could do that to a person. Granted, she'd then turned around and screwed his son to make a statement but that was neither here nor there.<br><br>At Shane's nudge, Domino snorted. "Oh pluh-lease. Like you could ever hold out on moi." She batted her eyelashes in a way that probably made it look more like she had something in her eye than anything else. "Besides, you had your chance," multiple chances really, "I seem to recall you falling asleep on me?" Or maybe she'd fell asleep on her... Ah, well. Same difference. <br><br>Putting on an air of 'prim and proper' she dropped her leg back to the ground and straightened her posture, waving dismissively now at the notion of rumors circulating around the school, "Now you know good and well, young lady, that rumors aren't to be believed. Why if that were the case then I have been all <em>up</em> in Vice Dean Cavalli's business several times over now. In her office, my room, the bleachers, the library, the quad at midnight... <em>unf!</em>" Biting her lip she shook her head and started to take another bite of her sandwich as if done but after a beat paused to add, "Anyway, just for the record, I can confirm for you that I can do much much <em>much</em> better than merely 'good'." Domino flicked her tongue at Shane somewhat lewdly and had to resort to taking another bite of her sandwich in the hopes of stifling her laughter. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Skate Park - Shane &amp; Domino</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 09:44:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Confused<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Exactly what's in the image.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)<br><hr><br>Dom's reaction was priceless. Of course, the short haired brunette had to add, <strong>"your ass naturally."</strong> With a smirk just to fuck with her a little bit. Observing how Domino caught herself speaking in British slang, correcting herself. Shane raised her brow, that voice of hers did wonders to Shane. It was miracle she hadn't managed to undress Domino whenever she spoke or how her friend put it, 'snog her senseless.' Tiny little details kept hitting Shane that day, maybe it was the fact that she hadn't seen Domino in over two months and this was the first proper time they had spent alone together. The start of the school year left them little time to catch up, including summers where Shane spent the majority of them working at her father's tire shop. Even though the man didn't agree with Shane's homosexuality he had her working like a man. <br><br><strong>"I'm pretty positive my roommate will do me the favor."</strong> Shane snorted, Ebony couldn't stop talking about Julian after that one workshop class. Offering himself up to Julian would be easy for Shane's new roommate she was staking her reputation on it. Of course, Shane could always weasel her way out of it with a little blackmail if Ebony didn't help her out and agree. Poor Ebony and his ass that Shane was bartering as if it belong to her. <br><br>A nervous chuckle escaped her lips as Domino mentioned their little sleeping session. God, she did have her chances and always threw them away, <strong>"I was drunk! That's not fair!"</strong> Shane almost pouted, frowning her bottom lip jutting out slightly further than usual. <strong>"I was on top."</strong> Because had it been the other way around Shane would probably have taken advantage of Domino. <strong>"And drunk, so therefore, you're the fool who had your chance."</strong> She nodded agreeing with herself. <br><br>Domino's body language was confusing Shane, maybe the two months of not seeing each other really did mess things up in Shane's head. Or maybe going two days without fucking someone was the problem. Damn being a player. <br><br>Her friend now scolded her in a teasing tone and Shane couldn't help but agree, J.C's vice dean was all that and a bag of chips. Shane paused gasping a little because Domino was giving entirely too many thought into her thought process. Had she actually screwed the vice dean of admissions at Jamison Clarke the most anti-gay place on earth? Her jaw went slack because Dom now flicked her tongue in a way that usually meant a green light in her book from other girls. Losing the ability to talk in that moment and forgetting the question she wanted to ask Dom about Cavalli. <br><br>Her eyes were wide as she studied Domino's profiles and finally licking her lips she swallowed hard. <strong>"Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again. To me."</strong> Jaw clenched Shane shut her eyes and turned her face away rubbing her hands on her jeans as she breathed out trying to regain control of the heat between her legs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Towler Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 06:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.unep.org/gwa/images/Ian_Somerhalder_Renee_7_0001.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eros Towler<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, Sept 23/6:23pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Antsy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What's in the image<br><strong>Location:</strong> Towler mansion. Eros' study overlooking the front entrance of the mansion<br><strong>Listening:</strong> the best of Bach (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY5RcR-LQj4)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Autumn Towler <em><strong>[closed]</strong></em><br><br><hr><br>The previous conversation with Autumn kept playing over and over again in his head. The moment that Eros hung up the phone, the man made sure to alert Beatrice their trusted maid to supply his sister's room with everything she might need for her stay that weekend. Including new clothes and a under garments. After which Beatrice was allowed to take the rest of the weekend off, surprise showed in the blond's face as her employer offered her this rare oppurtunity. Eros still had Charles, his driver who could fetch him whatever he pleased yet disappear and not question his rather uncoventital visit with his sibling. <br><br>Once all was in motion for Autumn's arrival, the man had Beatrice lay out his clothes on his bed as he striped and jumped in the shower to wash off the disgust of the day from his delicate Towler flesh. Not before hitting the remote control to the sound system and putting it on full blast, speakers blared with the delicate music throughout his bathroom, bedroom and study. The conversation replaying in his mind as he lathered his body and had to calm his urges under the hot water hitting his back. Turning the cold nozzle up to cool his heated flesh the man finally stepped out of the shower after a good hour. Drying his body from head to toe he proceeded to lather his torso, neck, arms and legs in his ivory lotion before he walked naked into his room. <br><br>The ritural was over within the hour as Eros dressed himself infront of his full length mirror, his bright blue eyes taking the time to study his naked form before placing any articles of clothing on. A smirk on his lips pleased that he was at least presentable for his sister the man finally dressed up and walked into his study. Barefoot as he prepared himself a blue label whiskey with three ice cubes and sat by the windowsill lazily sipping from his drink awaiting Autumn's car. <br><br>Half an hour later the sleek black town car pulled up to the front entrance and the driver dared touch his sister by opening her door and offering his hand. With a frown Eros' jaw clenched his nostrils flared as he watched her lazily like a cat. His heart racing the man set his glass down and turned his office leather chair towards the entrance to his study. Waiting on his pride and joy to enter and greet him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 04:04:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Jersey (open), navy sports bra, <br>baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"> <strong><em>"Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again. To me."</em></strong><br><br><em>Why? Because you want me to do it for real?</em><br><br>Domino's stifled laughter died in her throat and for a second she wanted to be irritated with Shane. Sure, she could dish out the teasing comments and all but she couldn't take 'em? Such bullshit. But then Domino actually looked over at her friend and felt a surge of several different things all at once, which didn't exactly make anything better but at least she couldn't single out her irritation. Part of her wanted to tell Shane to just speak the hell up because if getting it out of her system would help then they could go do the damn thing and get it over with and go back to whathefuckever. Granted the shiver that worked its way up her spine at the mere thought of such a thing threatened to make her a liar so she kept that <em>genius</em> idea to herself. <br><br>"Look, don't get bloody pissy with me cuz you struck out or whatever this week." Domino's gaze turned away and she pushed herself up off the bench, her tone not entirely neutral as she had hoped. "Gods, you're like a fucking addict," she added, her accent thickening all over again due to her own crazy ass emotions. "Gettin' all moody cuz you haven't had a hit. You want pussy then go get pussy." Her voice wasn't loud but her head nod toward the table full of girls was clear. What did she care if Shane swooped up some random bird anyhow? Hell, maybe she'd go ride a skater her damn self. <br><br><em>Yeah r--</em> Shut up brain!<br><br>Setting aside the remains of her sandwich, Domino began to shed her jersey. No she wasn't stripping but she had a tendency to fidget when she'd been still for too long or else when she was uncomfortable. To say she was uncomfortable now would have been an understatement though she was trying like hell to play it off with the usual flippancy even while she didn't feel it. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 05:51:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Confused, horny, kinda pissy.<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Exactly what's in the image.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)<br><hr><br>If Shane only knew what Domino was thinking she would have taken her best friend right then and there and kissed her to shut her up. Including but not limited to finding a private area of the park to do other things besides 'snog her senseless,' like her British mate love to put it. <br><br>But that wasn't the case, at the moment, Shane Alexandra Harris was recovering from the lewd way Domino had displayed her tongue at her. The heat pooling in her jeans was making it hard to concentrate and Shane took that moment to shed off the plaid shirt she had wrapped around her waist, placing it in a pile on her bag and things. Whilst gripping her t-shirt in her black manicured short nails and tugging it back and forth as she blew out air to cool herself off. She was flushed a tinge of red was displayed on her cheeks and one could easily attribute it to the hot day and the fact that only half an hour before they both had been skating for a few hours before pausing for lunch. <br><br>Shane was happy in that moment that Domino wouldn't be the wiser with her sudden behavior, the sun was to blame and Shane had delicate skin. Her ivory complexion and her bright blue eyes always stung in the direct sunlight. Wishing she had remembered her sunglasses if only to hide behind her own thoughts even further. Squinting and trying to recover, Shane licked her lips and was about to open her mouth when Domino broke the silence. <br><br>The short haired brunette turned her face back to gaze at her friend a frown on her forehead as she watched her push off the bench. Her brow shot up at Domino's next words. An addict? Was she really that bad? It had never bothered Domino before. It didn't bother either one of them who they bedded. Why did she care now? And why the hell was that being brought up? Oh god. Domino was being transparent and not watching what she said next. <br><br>Domino's British accent was so strong the angrier she got that Shane felt she was drooling at the mouth as her jaw went slack both from shock and other feelings that were stirring in her gut. A whimper escaped her lips but Shane did not follow Domino's nod towards the table of girls who were clearly checking the both of them out. Domino saying the word 'pussy' not once but twice did the trick. Shane had to shut her eyes and bite her bottom lip savoring that sound for a moment before the sounds came crashing back to ears and the noise of the park along with her own heavy breathing was all she heard over the thud of her heartbeat in her ears. <br><br>Releasing her bottom lip with a gasp as she stared at Domino who was now removing her jersey. <br><br><strong>"Fuck Dom." </strong><br><br>The Bronze student blinked to clear the haze that had formed before her eyes. Domino looking radiant in her sports bra, her golden skin glistening under the sunlit rays peeking beneath the tree. <br><br>Shaking her head the tiny brunette leaned forward her arms resting on her legs as she turned her head and looked properly up at Domino with a smirk that said one thing even as her heart raced with the possible confusion this could create. Leaning back against the bench, Shane now pressed her lips to Domino's shoulder softly and kissed her so tenderly. Before she picked her head back up and whispered in her ear.<br><br><strong>"What do you want? Tell me."</strong><br><br>Her heart was racing even if she was putting on her moves for her best friend, Shane was petrified Domino would call bullshit and say this was an utterly insane idea. Maybe they did really need to get this over with. Maybe they wouldn't have that chemistry. Maybe it wouldn't work out and they could go back to being just best friends? So many maybes were playing in Shane's mind but her lips that touched Domino's shoulder were burning with the urge to do more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 08:08:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Gray Jersey (open)</del>, navy sports bra, baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br><strong>Location | Date:</strong> Skate Park | September 10th, 10am - ?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Anybody watching her would have thought it took a fucking Ph,D. to remove a single article of clothing. So intent was she on <em>not</em> looking at Shane in an effort to keep from letting her tongue slip, that it seemed the whole of her attention was focused in on that single, simple task. And yet, the whole time she felt as if every cell in her body were unnaturally attuned to her best friend, each one of the traitorous little bastards poised on edge and damn near quivering with the desire for Shane to do something. Hell, <em>anything</em>!<br><br>It seemed to take all damn day but finally the jersey came free of her arms, leaving her toned torso bare but for a sports bra that did nothing to disguise what her mother liked to call "an ample bust". She had just caught the shirt up with the intention to fold it and set it aside--why was she taking it off again?--when Shane spoke. Her tone sounded similar to when she'd slipped earlier only this time there was no sudden choking to follow it. The sound of her nickname made her eyes squeeze shut for a second but a second was all. Resolved to simply block all this mess out she sat again, still pointedly not looking at Shane, and was about to set her jersey atop her own bag when she felt it, a soft press of lips to her heated skin that made her knees weaken. <br><br>Thank goodness she'd sat her behind back down or she might have embarrassed herself and fallen. As it was there was suddenly a lump in her throat and her eyelashes fluttered as Shane's voice feathered soft puffs of air against her ear. <br><br><strong><em>"What do you want? Tell me."</em></strong><br><br>Her heart had never beat so hard or fast. Dear gawd but why now?! They'd had close calls before but it had never... <em>she</em> had never felt like this. Hell, she couldn't even recall--<em>No. Don't go there, D. You wanna do this, then fine. But don't make more of it then it needs to be.</em><br><br>But did she actually want to do this?<br><br>Domino licked her lips and slowly turned her head to look at Shane, her breath easing past her parted lips. Immediately she knew. Looking at those blue eyes and those distractingly pouty lips she <span class="bbc_u">knew</span> it was a bad idea. It was all wrong and it was going to blow up in her face at some point. There was no other way things could go. They were friends, good friends, and they needed to simply stay that way! But she wanted to know. Needed to. It was like a physical ache all of a sudden, the thrum picking up to match the rapid beat of her pulse. Hell, even the apparent wrongness of it seemed to make it harder to show the common sense she was sure she possessed. Domino had never been able to best her own curiosity. It was why she was at this school to begin with and it seemed she hadn't learned. <br><br>So Domino leaned closer, her hand coming up to catch hold of Shane's t-shirt and pull her closer. "This is such a bad idea, but I'd rather show you," she whispered a second before their lips touched.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 22:36:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Confused, horny, kinda pissy.<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Exactly what's in the image.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)<br><hr><br>Time seemed to have stopped altogether, Shane's breathing was slightly labored almost as if she was recovering from a hardcore skating session. Her lips were mere inches from her cheek and yet Shane did not move from the spot she had occupied, invading Domino's space. She shut her eyes for a mere moment and breathed in deep, Dom's scent of her shampoo delicately tickled Shane's senses. She could visibly see Domino tense up at the sudden intrusion of personal space yet there was a relaxed quality that came with it. And yet her best friend hadn't pulled away or called Shane on it. <br><br>Instead, the long haired beauty turned her face towards Shane, the Bronze student moved her own face slowly back just to meet her eyes. Not daring to make the next move. The ball was in Domino's court and yet somehow having been here at this point many times with other girls; Shane had yet to feel how she currently was. Her heart picked up in speed, all sounds of the skatepark seemed to be drowned out her entire focus was on her friend's eyes. <br><br>The soul behind them the thoughts as her pupils dilated and her conclusion was finally met. Shane licked her lips slightly glancing down at Domino's lips in turn as she finally broke the silence. Shane's brow shot up and she leaned back slightly from the shock of Dom's statement. <br><br>Her heart was racing she felt the little beads of sweat pooling on her spine as Domino leaned closer and pulled at her shirt. Shane did not have time for a witty comeback or even time to egg her on. Domino had mesmerized her with that statement and suddenly her full lips crushed against Dom's. <br><br>Shock silence occurred a moment of Shane realizing that this was actually happening, they were sharing a kiss. A kiss that possibly stopped her heart and lungs in the process. Her body turned in response tilting her head slightly to meet Domino's lips and whimper against her best friend's lips. Softly Shane sucked on Domino's bottom lip as her hand snaked around D's lower back to pull her closer, the kiss growing heated the sun wasn't to blame for the sudden rise in body temperature. The soft gentle abrasion of her tongue meeting Domino's exploring her gently as she kept her pressed against her. <br><br>Gasping Shane broke the kiss and rested her forehead against Domino's trying to regain control as her eyes gazed down at Domino's lips. Her free hand caressed her best friend's cheek and she moaned softly as she bit her bottom lip,<strong> "we should... we should get out of here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 03:20:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Indecisive <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br>She put her olive drab wool coat over the back of the chair and sat down with her extra large, triple shot mocha to make her decisions.&nbsp; Aimee opened her portfolio and pulled out half a dozen glossy, black and white 8x10's.&nbsp; The assignment was light.&nbsp; She had a variety of images before her.&nbsp; One, that kept drawing her eye was of another student.&nbsp; She'd gotten some studio time early in the morning.&nbsp; Set up a space that looked like a bed near a window where natural light broke through in a single shaft.&nbsp; The student's skin was dark against the bedding, the shaft of light highlighting a curve that might have been a hip.&nbsp; &nbsp;Another was one of the male students, shadows start over half his face, accentuating a strong jaw line.&nbsp; <br><br>The other images were architectural or light reflecting off a surface, like the fountain in the park.&nbsp; She had to choose just three for the review and presentation to the class.&nbsp; She'd spent hours in the darkroom getting each print <em>just</em> right.&nbsp; She chewed the corner of one thumb nail staring at them and trying to make her decision.&nbsp; The male student's jaw she found distracting if only because he had a very similar jaw line to a certain visual arts instructor who vexed her.&nbsp; The scene from drawing class played over and over in mind.&nbsp; Long after she'd dropped off the unfinished work and resigned herself to the C.&nbsp; <br><br>And when she closed her eyes?&nbsp; As she could see were his, staring down at her.&nbsp; She imagined all kinds of things in those eyes.&nbsp; Things that would likely never be because, he was her instructor and that kind of thing was forbidden wasn't it?&nbsp; Plus he probably assumed by her attendance at Jamison that she preferred girls.&nbsp; Totally not true, but well, her parents had freaked out and shipped her off.&nbsp; She sighed, looked again at the images and tried to focus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 09:02:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><br><hr><br>Trent wasn't in a hurry though the line he had been standing in made him feel rushed. Sure there was a Starbucks within driving distance from the university. But the man loved the convenience of 'Bean there' and their Chai lattes gave Starbucks a run for their money. Close to the Uni, a brisk walk crossing the main student library and the man was in heaven. Tapping his foot he waited for the indecisive couple to order before he was finally up. Smiling at the barista, <strong>"I thought I was never going to order. Tell me you still have Chai lattes laying around?"</strong> He quirked his brow in question.<br><br>Of course ten minutes later and Trent had his order in hand. No fuse with an extra toppings he opted for an a large Iced Chai, his hard cover copy of Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix in hand (yes I know) and his Chai with the straw in the other; as he turned around to sip from it deeply and scanned the establishment for a spot to sit, read and enjoy his drink. <br><br>That's when his eyes caught sight of Aimee Ryan one of his promising art students pouring over 6 images with her portfolio. He wore an amused expression on his lips as he decided he would say hello before he left her to her devices. Side stepping a customer on their way to the restroom, Trent walked towards Aimee and peered over her shoulder.<br><br><strong>"There's the art that's been hiding from me."</strong><br><br>Impressed was not even a word he could use to describe the images he saw before him. He was thoroughly pulled into each image. She really did have an amazing eye for capturing the lighting and shadows of the subject along with their background. The man stayed standing behind her and sipped from his drink with a half smile as he looked on at her work. Not excusing himself from her presence but not inviting himself to stay either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 00:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Indecisive <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br><br>Talk about thoroughly engrossed in her work.&nbsp; Even the sounds of the shop around her died into just a din of background noise while she focused on the task at hand.&nbsp; This is where it got hard, every image had some little piece of her in it and so, choosing just a few to show in class and have critiqued felt like having to choose her favorite friends or favorite part of herself.&nbsp; Then there was the critique itself.&nbsp; Standing in front of other people as they judged her work felt like standing there with her soul on the outside.&nbsp; She felt more exposed than if she just stood there naked.&nbsp; She didn't mind naked.&nbsp; She actually <em>liked</em> being naked and would prefer it to having her work, little bits of her soul, judged.&nbsp; <br><br>She picked up and put down the four architectural images in turn, studying them and looking critically at each element.&nbsp; The voice behind her took her by surprise, causing her to jolt a bit in her seat.&nbsp; Thank goodness her coffee wasn't in her hand! She may have cried if she spilled it over the images.&nbsp; Aimee turned her head and heart skipped a beat.&nbsp; She thought she imaged his voice, that it would be someone else's face.&nbsp; But no, Trent Carpenter, professor and distraction stood right there looking all relaxed and delicious.&nbsp; She drew a deep breath. <br><br><strong>"Hello Mister Carpenter"</strong> She smiled.&nbsp; <em>Remain calm, this is not a drill!</em>&nbsp; Her heart hammered in her chest.&nbsp; A fine sheen of sweat broke out across her palms causing her to rub them over her jeans.&nbsp; <strong>"Portfolio assignment for photography, on light."</strong> She explained in a light tone, but loud enough to be heard.&nbsp; She hadn't been hiding anything from him, well except maybe her actual reasons for being in class.&nbsp; She simply didn't have the innate ability to draw or paint.&nbsp; She could see and capture beauty, just not create it.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Would you like to sit down?"</strong> Aims asked him.&nbsp; A nervous flutter somersaulted through her stomach in the fragments of time it took for him to reply.&nbsp; What might have been a few seconds in reality felt like ages to her.&nbsp; Would he sit with her? How were they supposed to act outside of class? It's not like she was a child seeing her teaching outside of class.&nbsp; They were both adults.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 00:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><br><hr><br>Trent made damn sure she hadn't grabbed for her coffee before he spoke up. Least frighten the poor girl and have her work ruined. She was really into what she was doing. For a second there he hesitated and doubted himself on bothering her. <br><br>However when she turned her head and looked up at him with that beautiful smile he grinned and waved the fingers on his hand that held his Iced Chai Latte. <strong>"Hello to you Miss Ryan,"</strong> he grinned as he released the straw he was sucking on and his brow shot up with her explanation. His eyes focused on hers for longer than he should have been before he glanced back at the images. <strong>"Absolutely stunning photographs. I'd give you an A plus."</strong><br><br>Trent pondered her question worried that she was only inviting him out of common courtesy. <strong>"I should let you get back to your work. I don't want to distract you with your time."</strong> He said honestly, moving around so as to face her now as opposed to having her neck craned up at him. Still the man did not sit. But he gripped the back of the empty chair in front of her and grinned as he sucked from the stray once more. His eyes studying the features of her face, the way the lightning hit her at all the right angles. <br><br>It was a shame the woman was a student of his and clearly playing for the same team he was had this been a regular encounter with her, Trent would have sat down without hesitation and proceeded to charm her until she agreed to go on a date with him. Alas rules were there for a reason and Mr. Carpenter as eccentric as he could be with his art would never dare to cross any lines. Sighing in thought as he released the straw from his lips and had his book tucked under his other arm. Trent always did find talent and intelligence to be a sexy quality in a woman, Aimee was no exception. The woman had talent in spades and from what he could gather upon looking up her grade point average, her hot meter was bumped up with that G.P.A. <em>Get it together Trent, she's your student, off limits and likes her lady kisses.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 01:26:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Interested<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br><strong>"Please, call me Aimee."</strong> <em>If only to hear my name from your lips</em> she thought with a smile that never wavered.&nbsp; She glanced back at the photos for just a moment and then up at his handsome smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you.&nbsp; This one is a technical assignment so it's about more than ascetics.&nbsp; Picking my three images is going to drive me batty"</strong> She chuckled in that soft way of hers.&nbsp; Aims could think of a few other things she wanted to show him for an A plus.&nbsp; <br><br>Though it didn't show on her face, she felt a stab of disappointment when he refused her offer, albeit politely.&nbsp; She thought he'd be walking away, but instead he walked around the table and grasped the chair.&nbsp; <strong>"You'd be a welcome distraction."</strong> She offered.&nbsp; <strong>"Really, please join me.&nbsp; I'll soon be cross eyed if I just keep staring at these images and picking apart every tiny detail."</strong>&nbsp; She had a wicked competitive streak and she wanted to put forth the best of the work in her class.&nbsp; Photography was her real passion.&nbsp; She wanted to be in art school, not this hell hole.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked up at him waiting for his answer.&nbsp; <em>Please, please sit down.</em> She mentally begged him.&nbsp; Aims wanted him to see more than just his student.&nbsp; She wanted him to see the intelligent, witty and driven young woman she was.&nbsp; She also wanted the chance to show him she didn't really belong in the school.&nbsp; A few hot and heavies with another girl wasn't anything.&nbsp; And she hadn't looked at anyone else since she laid eyes on <em>him</em>.&nbsp; She spotted the book in his hand and smirked a bit.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Good book.&nbsp; Not my favorite in the series, but a good one."</strong> She smiled.&nbsp; She'd read the whole series quite a few times, had done a series of portraits of her friends cosplaying as different characters even.&nbsp; Maybe that would get him to sit with her? Hell she'd flash him her tits if she thought it would get his butt in that chair.&nbsp; She had to find to get closer to him, to show him how she felt.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 02:58:47</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Cleanest Mess <em>You'll</em> Ever Know</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.megan-fox.com/gallery/albums/Modeling/Armani%20Jeans%202010/Shoots/normal_18.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Fox Kingsley<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze 1st Year<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Pleased <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|02|16 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The outskirts of Jamison University<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> Dorm 120 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eros Towler - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> If <em>passion</em> were a superpower, and super powers existed, it would be one of the Towler family's legacies. Fox could testify on it. Her interactions with any one of the ménage always left her with a feeling of enlivenment. Although, the twins were still an enigma to Fox. Their bond was unrivaled by any relationship she had ever seen. At one point in time, she was sure that she and they were close knit chums. But she was wrong. The two were inseparable, and Fox didn't really understand why. Never having siblings of her own. The twin link was the main reason, Fox <em>guessed</em> that she and Autumn never became truly close. While it made her feel odd, it wasn't tearing her up inside. What attention she lacked from the two,&nbsp; Eros more than made up for.<br><br>The influence the family had on Fox was uncanny, but only to be noticed by those of their intimate circle. At times she, herself was mistaken for the fourth Towler. She never corrected the misconception. For, more than she let on, Fox loved being with them. They were her version of order to the parts of herself that felt an unholy mess.<br><br>On her first day at Jamison, Fox vowed that she would not call or text Eros. Because she knew that once she did, he would be her savior, in all things within his power. And that wasn't fair to ask of him. But like any addict, Fox was weak. She gave in far too easily and way too soon. It didn't matter the reason for the texts. If that crazy counselor hadn't freaked her out, it would have been something else. The bathrooms weren't clean enough. The sheets on her roommates bed made her color-sick. There were birds in the trees! Anything to justify and share her disdain with the one person who understood her the most, Fox was going to find a way to have it. And have it she did.<br><br>Other people's time was a foreign concept to Fox. As it was with most young ladies of her pedigree. When she had her mind set on getting something done, the task needed to be completed in full. No diversions. Rushing was not in her nature either, unless she was running for her life, from unwanted interactions. Because her ... <em>thoroughness</em> was usually met with impatience, Fox became quite numb to the adversity it attracted. During her extended bath, she was even able to completely drown out the sound of her phone's continuous text alerts. Even as she packed her overnight bag, the chime went off without a reaction from her. By the way her roommate shifted, she might have thought it made him flustered. Had she cared. She didn't. <br><br>She made sneaking a craft. Even in heels, she found a way to tread so lightly, that her feet seldom made a sound. Tonight, it was a black, strappy number (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/86/18/c7/8618c75ef8633e3466d8208d406f7885.jpg) that aided in her impromptu escape. Her long, bare legs glowed in the darkness. While her charcoal t-shirt dress (http://in1.ccio.co/r3/U1/sB/6726P488.jpg) continued to ride up with every movement her body made. If not for the leather jacket Fox was tucked snuggly into, she might have looked like she was wearing a t-shirt, with no pants. The outfit was impractical by getaway standards. But it was the simplest outfit Fox could manage, in the small amount of time she had.<br><br>Seeing the car waiting, she opened the door and slid in.&nbsp; <strong>"It was either late and flawless."</strong> She paused for good measure. <strong>"Or <em>less</em> late, and potentially covered in Jamison grunge."</strong> She leaned into her fiance and whispered in his ear, <strong>"You're <em>wel</em>come, darling."</strong> Letting her hand rest on his upper thigh. Then gave him a kiss on the cheek. She took extra precautions not to wear any lipstick tonight, lest he decide to send her back to her dorm room for the negligent misstep. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Bean There Coffee</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 04:08:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><br><hr><br><strong>"Alright.... Aimee."</strong> He smiled using her first name to try it out. It was a bit foreign for him considering he always used students last names.<br><br>Trent cocked his brow glancing at the images on the table and sighed out contemplating before he pointed to three of them. <strong>"This one, that one, aaaannnd here. This one."</strong> He pointed to the last one not daring to teach any of the images he knew how picky photographers could be in leaving smudges on their images in print. And these were some high-quality images. <br><strong><br>"Not that you need my help. I just think those are the best." </strong>Giving his opinion to the girl though he wouldn't be offended if she chose other ones. She was the photographer and for once Trent could see her artistic talent by viewing her photographs. <br><br>Tilting his head to the side and smiling at her the man pulled the chair out he was holding and settled down. Setting his book down and sipping from his Iced Chai Latte. <strong>" I know what you mean. The last time I tried to decide on some of my work to display I was at it for the better part of the week." </strong> He grinned in amusement as he leaned in to explain. <br><br>Setting his cup down on an empty area of the table he tapped his fingers against the wooden surface in thought. Why was this student suddenly on his radar? That had never quite happened to Trent before. <br><br>He was brought back from his thoughts when she mentioned his book. Raising his brow a half grin appeared on his lips in excitement. <strong>"I love the author, she's a god. Truly I'm a kid at heart. Which one is your favorite?"</strong> He wondered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - The Marriott </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 06:10:45</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Cleanest Mess <em>You'll</em> Ever Know</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.pics4world.com/vb/finecache/2/3970showing.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Eros Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tense <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|02|16 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The outskirts of Jamison University | Eventually the Marriot Hotel Penthouse in Richmond<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> Dorm 120 <br><strong>Word Count:</strong> 1095<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fox Kingsley - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Eros set his phone down after glaring at the screen for five minutes waiting on Fox's reply. The air conditioning in his Jaguar (http://www.megadreamcars.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/miami-luxury-car-rental-jaguar-xf-.jpg) was set at a perfect tempature of 76 degrees. Though it did nothing to cool off the heat flooding his veins. <em>Princess.</em> Very much Towler material as he waited on his fiancee parked outside the Lancelot dorms. The lights were off keeping his car idle so as not to attract campus security.<br><br>However, he had no time in debating upon leaving Fox stranded when he heard someone knock on his window. Eros glared at the shadow of the obese campus security. Through his tinted windows, he could see the smear of powdered donut fingerprints the man had left on his impeccably clean automobile. He sighed and placed his black leather gloves on before he pushed the button to lower his window. Giving the man a sarcastic smirk with a hint of a sneer.<br><br><strong>"Can I help you?" </strong><br><br>The fat man seemed to cower at Eros' unattached response. Paling as he recognized who he was addressing. Clearly he had made a mistake and couldn't apologize quickly enough before he disappeared onto his little golf cart, it dropping a few inches when the man sat upon it. Eros watched as he ran over the sidewalk in a hurry to escape in the opposite direction. Before pushing the button to the window to raise it a few inches, opening up the glove compartment and removing a handy wipe from the plastic container and using it to clean off the man's fingerprints as he moved his hand outside his car for a brief second and scrubbed till it squeaked in protest. <br><br>Dropping the wet wipe onto the ground outside. Eros now removed his gloves and threw them out the window. Not bothering to keep the pair after this little mishap. Anger etched his forehead as he grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirted it on his hands vigorously rubbing it in to get off all the germs and filth he had just encountered.<br><br>Closing his glove compartment the eldest Towler raised the window of his car and resumed his previous position. It only took 30 seconds and Fox was opening the passenger side door. His brow cocked waiting on his unanswered question which she provided. A great excuse. Sighing out as she leaned in and gave him a silent response to a thank you, he hadn't provided. The man smirked, her hand just where he wanted it when they took drives. Fox would make a perfect Towler and after the little mishap with the security slob, he forgave her. Pressing the gas pedal a bit too hard before he put the car in drive and headed towards the main street that would lead them off campus and to the world that surrounding the University. <br><br>Eros pulled onto Main street before he finally spoke up. <strong>"I would have started in on you in the Jamison parking lot, however, I'm almost certain a slob of a security guard is off changing his boxers."</strong> Eros sneered and shuddered at the thought, but glanced casually at Fox and her attire licking his lips as he pressed the gas down to accelerate. His destination, the Marriot. He almost wished he could have taken her in the parking lot the thrill of getting caught alone gave him an erection. Explaining through gritted teeth about his little adventure with the slob that dared place his grimy paws on his lovely automobile, as he white knuckled the steering wheel with his left hand whilst his right hand gripped at Fox's left thigh. <br><br>Tires screeching to a halt at the front of the Marriot. The valet opening the door for Eros as he exited the car and opened the passenger door for Fox, escorting her out. Dressed in a midnight colored t-shirt and black Armani jeans, Eros held Fox's hand and waltz into the Marriot. The penthouse he had requested over the phone was ready as the bellhop greeted him by name and escorted him towards the elevators and the room. Holding out his gloved hand for a tip as he stood at the door ready to close it behind them. His other hand held the keycard, Eros raised his brow at the man. Sighing out in frustration. <strong>"Your tip will be included in the bill. Now piss off." </strong><br><br>Eros slammed the door in the man's face. Number one, he detested handling money and preferred plastic, filthy paper. Number two, the man clearly could not see that Eros had an erection and wanted his alone time with his fiancee, idiot. Turning around Eros Towler grabbed Fox by her waist and held her at arm's length as his cool blue eyes took in the sight of her. Licking his lips he nodded in approval, his hands now glided down to her thighs as he lifted the hem of her very short t-shirt looking dress. His finger curling around the material as he slowly tugged it upwards. His eyes on hers but not getting closer or kissing her. <br><br>His voice raspy and deep as he continued to tug upwards, <strong>"easy access. Very good. Oh and no knickers. Good girl."</strong> He was pleased as he tugged the dress over her head straightened it out folding it once before he laid it on the nearest armchair. Eros took a step back and studied her naked form, his dick fiercely pressing against his jeans in protest. There was one thing he had never done with another woman aside from Autumn and that was oral pleasure. Yet in that moment, Eros Towler thought to offer Fox only the best. With a hiss the man brought one hand to the back of her hair and tangled his fingers in it then captured her lips in his in a heated kiss. His free hand gliding to her ass as his fingers toyed with her taint, gently exploring as his kisses heated up in response.&nbsp; <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 07:32:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Gray Jersey (open)</del>, navy sports bra, baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br><strong>Location | Date:</strong> Skate Park | September 10th, 10am - ?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Domino had held out some small hope that kissing Shane would end up feeling like kissing her sister or something equally as unappealing but no such luck. In the second that their lips met it was like some secret part of her that she'd kept gripped tight in an effort to deny its existence eased its painful grip and her whole body woke under a shiver of heat that had absolutely nothing to do with the sunlight that beat down on them. Shane's adorable whimper was echoed with a hungry moan of surrender and Domino found herself aching to get closer, audience be damned. Twisting more, the hand that had first balled in Shane's tee now released the fabric to slide up around her neck as if that might somehow accomplish her goal and she was rewarded with the feel of her best friend's hand landing on the smooth expanse of her lower back. The touch brought with it thoughts of those hands elsewhere on her body and dear gawd her nipples hardened beneath her sports bra. She probably should have been at least a little ashamed but this was Domino we were talking about, shame really wasn't a thing.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, if her brain had continued to function properly--and, you know, her mouth wasn't busy--she'd have said she hadn't meant to do this. Her intentions for the day had not included finding a way into her friends pants or testing the limits and therefore the strength of their relationship. She flirted, yes, but only because it had seemed that they had an unspoken agreement. One she knew she'd never be able to go back to after getting a taste. Hell, she'd only taken a sample and she wanted more. Which too was against the rules. <br><br>Then again, Domino and rules had never really gotten on terribly well to begin with. <br><br><em><strong>"We should... we should get out of here."</strong></em><br><br>Bad idea number two. But hell, she was already in trouble and clearly her brain had already dived into her trousers if the slightly fuzzed feeling she got trying to process that sentence was anything to go by, so why not?<br><br>"I guess so. Think I might have ruined your chances with the flock over there anyhow." She murmured breathlessly, trying for some levity and failing given her lashes were just barely starting to lift to reveal dark eyes gone soft with pure <em>want</em>. Her lower lip tucked beneath the press of her teeth briefly and her tongue swiped the last traces of their kiss from her tingling flesh. And yet, despite her agreement she didn't rush to move away or stand. Lingering with her forehead pressed against Shane's her fingertips rubbed gently against the nape of her neck and toyed with ends of her hair, indulging in the moment for as long as it could last simply because she already knew it wouldn't. She was such a sap.<br><br>"Where do you want to go?" She whispered, wondering if it would even matter anyway. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 08:12:43</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Welcome To <em>My</em> Tragic Kingdom</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Hella Turned on.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Skate Park<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Exactly what's in the image.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> hope it's ok i moved them along a bit? If not let me know.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)&nbsp; - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Shane didn't care about the groupies for once in her life she wasn't trying to hook up with a random girl in front of Domino. What Shane wanted was Dominio, she knew it the moment their lips collided in a heated kiss. Blue eyes focused on Dom's full lips as she slightly shook her head keeping her forehead pressed against her best friends for fear of pulling away and having Domino back out of this. They were in this moment and Shane knew that right now there was no turning back. The kiss had messed that all up for them. The tensio between them had been mounting a lot the previous year and beginning of this year. Both women throwing snarky comments at the other whenever either one would hook up with another female. <br><br><strong>"I don't care. I don't want them."</strong><br><br>Her voice was raspy and low with the desire that grew, igniting a fire within deep her belly. Needing to make that fact clear, it was safe to say that Shane didn't have to make the point that she wanted her best friend. Domino knew the score with her when Shane found a woman that caught her attention. All others would stop being the center of attention for Shane in that moment. Of course, there was the random woman who would call on her that Shane could not resist. It usually ended in a threesome of sorts. But today Shane wasn't looking for a threesome, she wanted just that Domino. Her attention solely focused on her best friend. The world dropped out around them for all she cared they were in a private place and no one could see them. <br><br>Domino's fingers playing with her nape of the back of her hair caused a shiver to run down the short haired girl's spine. Her question when posed held a very English accent. It was all Shane could do but to rip Domino's clothes with then and there. Yet neither woman had moved from their spot. <br><br>Thinking as quickly as her muddy mind could, Shane didn't want to bed Domino in some random bathroom stall having to keep their voices down. With that in mind, she chewed on her bottom lip then sighed out. <strong>"I have my dad's credit card for emergencies. I'll make something up. Let's get a room as close as possible."</strong><br><br>Shane was going to hear lip for this, but she didn't give a fuck. She'd make up a good excuse call him 'daddy,' and the anger would subside soon enough. She had to get up, she had to break the touch but before she did the woman gripped the back of Domino's neck and captured her lips once more giving her a heated kiss of promises. Gasping she broke the kiss after about half a minute and stood up, gripping Domino's hand. Her other hand grabbed at her messenger back and board. Hooking her board against her back and her own body, Shane gripped Domino's hand not letting go and gazed at her hoping she hadn't changed her mind. <br><br>Licking her lips the girl waited for her best friend to grab her things before she walked with her towards the exit. Asking one of the front attendants to call them a cab. As they waited for the cab, Shane pressed her body against Domino and kissed her again, trying with all her might to keep her best friend interested in what they were about to do. If Shane was a man she'd have a serious erection as soon as the cab approached. <br><br>Opening the door and flinging her bag and board inside, Shane climbed in and waited on Domino. Telling the cab driver to take them to the nearest motel. A little Inn hole in the wall a couple of blocks from the skate park. And we'll let Domino's writer god mod them from there to the room. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 23:40:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12230671#msg12230671">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 11-04-2016, 04:08:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><br><hr><br><strong>"Alright.... Aimee."</strong> He smiled using her first name to try it out. It was a bit foreign for him considering he always used students last names.<br><br>Trent cocked his brow glancing at the images on the table and sighed out contemplating before he pointed to three of them. <strong>"This one, that one, aaaannnd here. This one."</strong> He pointed to the last one not daring to teach any of the images he knew how picky photographers could be in leaving smudges on their images in print. And these were some high-quality images. <br><strong><br>"Not that you need my help. I just think those are the best." </strong>Giving his opinion to the girl though he wouldn't be offended if she chose other ones. She was the photographer and for once Trent could see her artistic talent by viewing her photographs. <br><br>Tilting his head to the side and smiling at her the man pulled the chair out he was holding and settled down. Setting his book down and sipping from his Iced Chai Latte. <strong>" I know what you mean. The last time I tried to decide on some of my work to display I was at it for the better part of the week." </strong> He grinned in amusement as he leaned in to explain. <br><br>Setting his cup down on an empty area of the table he tapped his fingers against the wooden surface in thought. Why was this student suddenly on his radar? That had never quite happened to Trent before. <br><br>He was brought back from his thoughts when she mentioned his book. Raising his brow a half grin appeared on his lips in excitement. <strong>"I love the author, she's a god. Truly I'm a kid at heart. Which one is your favorite?"</strong> He wondered. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Interested<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br>Damn hearing her name from his lips made her all tingly in her special womanly places.&nbsp; They weren't in class and she wanted to worm her way into his good graces, make him see her as more than just his student.&nbsp; She understood the need for distance in the classroom.&nbsp; Authority figure, student, blah blah blah.&nbsp; But she also thought at this level, students and teachers could interact socially and be peers.&nbsp; Perhaps she was just young and naive, time would tell.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes followed to the images he pointed out.&nbsp; Two of the three she'd already decided on.&nbsp; The third he pointed out made her examine that photograph again, swaying her towards choosing it.&nbsp; She'd always been like this when decided on work to show, examining and picking apart her work until the very last minute then just going with her gut.&nbsp; For the most part, her gut hadn't steered her wrong.&nbsp; <strong>"Objective input is appreciated.&nbsp; Sometimes I'm too close to my work."</strong> The small confession made her blush slightly.&nbsp; As if he'd somehow read between the lines and know how exposed she felt when someone else looked at her work.&nbsp; <br><br>A wide smile curved her lips upward as he sat.&nbsp; She picked up her triple shot mocha and took a sip.&nbsp; <em>Mmmm heaven</em> she thought with a little sigh.&nbsp; As discussion turned to the book she neatly tucked her photographs into her portfolio.&nbsp; Once she made her final decision she'd have to mount and matte them, but that was a project for another day.&nbsp; She had a hard time picking her favorite of the series.&nbsp; She'd grown up reading them with her big brother.&nbsp; <strong>"Hard to say, but if I had to choose one, I actually think I would go with the finale, <span class="bbc_u">Deathly Hallows</span>.&nbsp; Except I think Harry not really being dead was kind of a cop out."</strong> She snickered a little.&nbsp; Yes, children read the book.&nbsp; Yes death was a pretty heavy thing to deal with.&nbsp; But come on, by the time Potter Generation was reading book seven, they were old enough to deal with it.&nbsp; Not every ending had to be happy clappy.&nbsp; Most likely she was in the minority on that opinion however.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 00:30:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12232712#msg12232712">Quote from: Ink Slinger on 11-04-2016, 23:40:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Interested<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br>Damn hearing her name from his lips made her all tingly in her special womanly places.&nbsp; They weren't in class and she wanted to worm her way into his good graces, make him see her as more than just his student.&nbsp; She understood the need for distance in the classroom.&nbsp; Authority figure, student, blah blah blah.&nbsp; But she also thought at this level, students and teachers could interact socially and be peers.&nbsp; Perhaps she was just young and naive, time would tell.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes followed to the images he pointed out.&nbsp; Two of the three she'd already decided on.&nbsp; The third he pointed out made her examine that photograph again, swaying her towards choosing it.&nbsp; She'd always been like this when decided on work to show, examining and picking apart her work until the very last minute then just going with her gut.&nbsp; For the most part, her gut hadn't steered her wrong.&nbsp; <strong>"Objective input is appreciated.&nbsp; Sometimes I'm too close to my work."</strong> The small confession made her blush slightly.&nbsp; As if he'd somehow read between the lines and know how exposed she felt when someone else looked at her work.&nbsp; <br><br>A wide smile curved her lips upward as he sat.&nbsp; She picked up her triple shot mocha and took a sip.&nbsp; <em>Mmmm heaven</em> she thought with a little sigh.&nbsp; As discussion turned to the book she neatly tucked her photographs into her portfolio.&nbsp; Once she made her final decision she'd have to mount and matte them, but that was a project for another day.&nbsp; She had a hard time picking her favorite of the series.&nbsp; She'd grown up reading them with her big brother.&nbsp; <strong>"Hard to say, but if I had to choose one, I actually think I would go with the finale, <span class="bbc_u">Deathly Hallows</span>.&nbsp; Except I think Harry not really being dead was kind of a cop out."</strong> She snickered a little.&nbsp; Yes, children read the book.&nbsp; Yes death was a pretty heavy thing to deal with.&nbsp; But come on, by the time Potter Generation was reading book seven, they were old enough to deal with it.&nbsp; Not every ending had to be happy clappy.&nbsp; Most likely she was in the minority on that opinion however.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Bean <em>There</em> Coffee</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Trent really did relate, he could see the artist that was hiding in her soul. Suddenly thinking about why she had joined his class didn't leave him so confused. He himself had dabled with other forms of art including photography. But he was a painter at heart. Clearly Aimee's passion was photos. <strong>"I do the same with my paintings. It's not a bad thing a fresh set of eyes is always helpful. If you ever need my input feel free to let me know? Perhaps I could ask the same of&nbsp; you?"</strong><br><br>It was difficult this day and age to actually find someone who didn't have a hidden agenda. Aimee didn't seem to have one the girl was clearly in love with art. Trent was positive this sort of relationship would be beneficial for the both of them. Little did he know that Ms. Ryan did hold a hidden agenda, granted if the girl was straight and not his student he could be holding his own agenda as well. That was neither here nor there as neither of the two people sitting at Bean There Coffee House were aware. <br><br>Trent raised his brow in thought at the book she chose it was an interesting choice more so with what she said about it. <strong>"Really? Huh, I hadn't really thought about it. I did find it odd he didn't die, though. Interrupting the prophecy and all the way it was said. But I suppose a sentence could be deciphered in many ways depending on who's reading it." </strong>He chuckled shaking his head, <strong>"I have one student who doesn't read properly and always asks the most obvious questions. Pointing it out gets daunting. Guess that student would think Harry was a snake or something odd."</strong> <br><br>It amused him so much he chuckled a bit too hard. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 01:06:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Interested and a little more confident<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br>Her passion, her outlet, her way of seeing the world all expressed themselves in her photography.&nbsp; Whoever said that a picture was worth a thousand words had been spot on in her mind.&nbsp; <strong>"I'd be happy to look at your work."</strong>&nbsp; He answered the question she'd yet to ask.&nbsp; Aims had wondered if he still had gallery shows while teaching.&nbsp; Perhaps she could attend one?&nbsp; Something to keep in the back of her mind for later. <strong>"A little tit for tat could be quite beneficial."</strong> She grinned slyly.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't so much have a hidden agenda as she hadn't quite gotten up the courage to just up and tell him she was wildly attracted to him.&nbsp; Hell, the guy across the hall from her had figured out her game.&nbsp; Slutting it up for his class wasn't the only card in her hand though, perhaps she just needed to try another tactic.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe you could even pose for me sometime?&nbsp; I can always use models and not everyone has to be naked."</strong>&nbsp; Though she seriously wouldn't mind getting him naked... <br><br>Aimee cleared those thoughts from her mind and focused on the book discussion.&nbsp; Common ground, mutual interests and a chance to show she was more than just creative.&nbsp; <strong>"A prophecy is just a possible outcome and so open to interpretation.&nbsp; In fact, had Voldemort not been so focused on Harry, Neville could have just as easily been his downfall.&nbsp; Potter had clearly been injured quite badly, he was in some kind of in between talking to Dumbledore, who was dead.&nbsp; I guess I'm just cynical?&nbsp; I don't always need my endings to be happy for them to be satisfying."</strong> She shrugged her slender shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br>His laugh made her cock her head to the side curiously, but she found the sound infectious and began to chuckle herself.&nbsp; God he was even more handsome when he laughed.&nbsp; <strong>"Well there are some crazy fan theories that entire thing was in his head not unlike Carol's <em>Alice</em>."</strong>&nbsp; Yeah the artsy gal read.&nbsp; She also had quite the imagination.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 21:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Second year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual (prefers women)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> <em>'Ready to get naked'</em><br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 10th | 10AM - ?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Skate Park ---&gt; Cab ---&gt; Motel<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Gray Jersey (open)</del>, navy sports bra, baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane | <strong>Closed</strong></span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Domino didn't argue with the decision to use the means available to them (in this case, Shane's emergency credit card) in order to get a little privacy. She didn't mind a little tease or the risk of being caught, that was hot actually, but there was a point where the risk became pretty much a guarantee that you'd be caught and she wasn't so much into that or being openly observed. Along with her acceptance though came the fact that, with her decision to simply give in and have what she wanted, she didn't really require that much effort to stay in the moment. Not that she was going to say as much to Shane. No no, she was quite enjoying the extra touches and kisses, the likes of which had never really happened between them despite all the building tension and <em>almosts</em> and <em>could haves</em>. Hell, the second kiss had pretty much shut her brain up to the point that mile long list of reasons not to do this had seemed to evaporate into a puff of smoke and waft away. And with the doubts out of the picture for now, Domino easily shared Shane's attention to the moment. <br><br>Hand in her bestie's, she grabbed her backpack and slung it over one shoulder before picking up her board and jersey to head to the exit. All the while her heartbeat refused to slow and something like actual butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach. It was... strange. Nerves weren't something she felt often but apparently this was one of those times that warranted such a reaction. Probably because she cared way too much but she'd already resigned herself to crossing that bridge when she came to it and not before.<br><br>As they waited on their cab, Domino left her board to lean up against her leg and wrapped her arm around Shane's waist, enjoying the somewhat new sensation. She might have thought her friend was worried about her thinking too much or otherwise saying something to ruin things considering she kept her lips plenty busy during their wait but really it was a perfectly logical concern. Not only that but it wasn't as if Domino would ever complain about Shane's lips being on hers. In fact, every second that passed seemed to turn up the heat between them until D found herself unsure whether or not she'd be able to keep from trying to fuck Shane in the back of a cab. <br><br>The growing ache of need between her thighs was a very real thing and skin felt too tight, too sensitive. So much so that she hesitated for a brief second after the cab pulled up and Shane turned to climb in. Taking a deep breath Domino picked up her board and moved to climb in next, setting her backpack on the floor and placing her board between herself and the door once she'd closed it. <br><br>It took less than a moment after the driver pulled off for D to slide across the seat. Meeting Shane's gaze she couldn't help the stupid smile that tugged at her lips. "So I guess you're expecting me to show you just what I was miming with that gesture before, huh?" She murmured quietly, referring to the careless gesture that had started all this trouble. She leaned in and nibbled softly at Shane's lips, kissing her briefly before her own lips began to trail away down and along her jaw. Lingering at a spot just below her ear, Domino savored the slightly salty taste of Shane's skin and let her teeth scrape lightly over the tendons there.<br><br>"I'll show you and then you can tell me if the rumors are true, okay?"<br><br>The words were whispered into Shane's ear directly, not so much because she felt a need to talk, she didn't, but rather because she actually was somewhat aware of her friend's thing regarding her accent. She usually tried to downplay it because most days she didn't feel terribly "English" but they were trapped in the back of a cab for a short spell, why not use it?<br><br>Which was why the rest of the cab ride was filled with Domino doing her best to tease the hell out of Shane while keeping a leash on her own urge to explore. Her hands did end up beneath Shane's shirt, sliding across whatever skin she could reach, but she managed to keep from pulling the damned shirt off altogether or letting her hands slide any lower than Shane's waist. That probably had more to do with how close the motel ended up being to the skate park than any really flex of will power on Domino's part but hey, a girl could pretend. Either way she was damn near panting by the time the cab pulled to a stop and they were forced to separate to grab their things and get out. <br><br>Of course, even then, Domino had convinced herself she was no longer required to behave and so couldn't be trusted. Quickly she handed the cabbie the fare for their little ride, the least she could do with Shane footing the bill for the room. After that the two of them entered the main office of a motel that actually looked cleaner than what she'd been expecting given the way the outside looked. The place wouldn't be earning any magazine spreads anytime soon but it seemed serviceable for what it was: a rundown motel that let people rent rooms without asking too many questions. <br><br>Domino let Shane handle the talking in favor of sliding up behind her too close for it to be mistaken as anything other than what it was. The press of her lips against Shane's neck might have helped with that too. Her hand slid around her friend's waist and she peered over Shane's shoulder at the manager, an attractive woman in her thirties who ordinarily would have been right up D's alley--especially since she was trying damned hard not look at what Domino might be up to--but Domino had what she wanted quite literally in her grasp and so once the key had been received it was she who pulled away.<br><br>Taking Shane's hand she tugged her from the office, and hiding a grin headed straight to the room they'd been given.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 06:50:12</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Welcome To <em>My</em> Tragic Kingdom</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Hella Turned on.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cab &gt;&gt;&gt; Motel<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> 100% Lesbian<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Exactly what's in the image. [not for long]<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> <strong>About to get hot and steamy in here.</strong><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)&nbsp; - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Shane almost had a heart attack, because Domino was taking too long a second to hop in the cab. Sighing in relief as she finally entered the yellow automobile and shut the door behind her. <br><br>Here's the thing, if the cab driver had a much darker partition between himself and the back of the cab; Shane would have already been pawing at Domino and giving her a teaser of what was to come. Grateful that her best friend slid on over to her and wouldn't let up on touching her back. <br><br>Nervous Shane gave Domino a half grin as she turned her face to look at her. Shane's jaw went slack at Domino's statement. A lost for words for the first time in like ever. But a whimper did escape, as she softly pressed her lips to Domino's in response then shut her eyes whilst Dom assualted her hypersensitive flesh. Tilting her head back so she could get to her neck easier and groaning as she gripped at Domino's hair in response. Officially Shane had a hardon. Lucky she wasn't an actual man becauase that seriously did the trick. <br><br><em>There it is. </em><br><br>Shane shifted in her seat, her legs stretching tensing up as Domino whispered in her ear. Promises. <em>Good lord delicious promises in that accent! Was she doing it on purpose?</em> Shane wanted to encourage her more. She really did, so she did the next best thing as Domino's hand slide under her shirt, the feel of her warm finger tips against her stomach made Shane grip at Domino's shoulder and turn her head to taste of her lips once more. <em>"You're killing me. But don't stop."</em><br><br>She moaned but the cab came to hault faster then they had time. Shane wanted Domino's hand in her jeans. Groaning and falling out of the cab quicker then lightening. She was already heading towards the small lobby to get the a room as Domino paid the cabby. <br><br>The woman was attractive, older and was smiling up at Shane trying to ignore Domino as she now walked behind her pressing herself to her back. Shane giggled nervously, a grin on her lips as she handed the credit card to the lady and bent her head to the side to play bite the air around Domino.<br><br><strong>"I can't concentrate."</strong><br><br>She said through gritted teeth, thanking the lady and grabbing the keys before Domino was leading them away to their room. Lucky for her, her board was laced around her messenger bag. Shane took advantage of the situation and glided up behind Domino kissing her neck and grabbing her tits from behind as she laid kiss after kiss and walked with her towards the room. <br><br><strong>"You're in trouble."</strong><br><br>She whispered and sucked on the tip of Domino's earlobe before they reached the door, finally. Shane struggled with the key, only because her lips were busy on Domino's neck and one hand was tugging and toying with Dominio's breasts gliding under the sports bra. Finally she got the bloody thing open and in they both went. Shutting the door behind them and dropping her bag and board. <br><br>Shane didn't even pause to take a look around nope. That wasn't the deal here. She pulled her tshirt off and unzipped her jeans kicking out of her chucks as she spoke, her blue eyes never leaving Domino's in the process. <strong>"You gonna show me then? What everyone is talking about? Or should I show you first?"</strong><br><br>Shane smirked, dropping her jeans and then tugging off her sports bra. <br><br>There was one time in their life where Shane and Domino saw each other naked, during a run in at the knight's field locker rooms. They made a pact never to see each other in their birthday suits again. Least the world blow up. It was hard enough being friends with one of the hottest women at Jamison Clarke. Seeing her naked was harder. So now in only her 'kickers.' Shane dropped to the bed laying on her side and using her elbow to prop herself up as she waited for her best friend to get underess. <br><br><strong>"Take it all off. Even the knickers."</strong><br><br>Smirking at the use of the word knickers as opposed to pantied. See the short haired brunette had plans, plans that included watching Domino undress. Studying every moment of what was happening and wanting Domino to sit on her face. Her heart raced as the heat pooled between her legs, her eyes slightly shut as she studied Domino and moaned out in a sigh, <strong>"mmm hurry." </strong><br><br>The woman was so damn turned on she was about to take matters into her own hands, just to tease Domino a bit more. But she waited playing it by ear after all the first time was always the best time. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 08:36:04</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Bean <em>There</em> Coffee</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Trent cocked his brow and then gave her a wide smile as she agreed to look at his work as well. <strong>"Excellent. I'll let you know when I need some honest critique."</strong> Her next questinon was a mistake because he was debating on asking her to pose for him at some point when she asked him and made her statement. <br><br>See the reason why it was such a mistake was because Trent had just started sucking on the straw of his drink to take a nice long draw from it. So when she said that he coughed holding his hand to his mouth trying to stop himself from coughing all over the table and her portfolio. The man turned his head and coughed as he had inhaled some Chai tea. <br><br><em>Gutter.</em><br><br>Grabbing a couple of napkins to wipe his mouth he then proceeded to clean up the floor to his side that had been sprayed with Chai latte with his little coughing fit. He hadn't dared look at her, nevermind the damn Harry Potter discussion. Sure it was all fine and dandy all those theories but it was all out the window the moment that Trent heard her ask those words (reversing the order because ya lol)<br><br>One of the baristas walked out with a mop to clean the mess Trent had made and he apologized before the low chatter started up again in the coffee house. <br><br><em>I'm ok nothing to see. Fuck.</em><br><br>He was blushing slightly as he gave Aimee a sheepish grin. <strong>"Sure I can help with that. I was going to ask you if ever needed a little extra cash that you can pose for .. erm.. class."</strong> He grinned and grabbed&nbsp; his cup meaning to take a sip but settled it back down just in case. Eying it suspiciously as if it was the culprit behind his train of thought. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 19:13:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Interested<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br>Her smile matched his when he said he'd let her know when he needed her input.&nbsp; Just like that the seeds of a peer relationship had been planted and she felt pretty darn good about herself.&nbsp; That was until he seemed to choke on his drink.&nbsp; A moment of confusion shot through her, unsure if it was in reaction to her question about posing or because he suddenly forgot how to drink through a straw.&nbsp; She reacted pretty quickly though, ensuring her portfolio wasn't in the blast radius if he did manage to spit any of the Chai out.&nbsp; <br><br>Which he did, but thankfully on the floor next to the table.&nbsp; She felt embarrassed for him, but also, something else.&nbsp; Something she couldn't quite describe, but made her feel like maybe she <em>was</em> getting under his skin.&nbsp; She didn't even notice anyone else watching them, her attention focused fully on Trent and what he would do next.&nbsp; Had she just crashed and burned before really taking off?&nbsp; Or was she still making inroads?&nbsp; <br><br>He agreed!&nbsp; <em>Holy shit he agreed!!</em>&nbsp; Though she remained in her seat and smiling, albeit a bit dopily at him, in her mind she performed a spaztastic happy dance.&nbsp; <em>Woohoo woohoo woohoo</em>.&nbsp; Aims lost the battle to keep the giddy giggle trapped inside.&nbsp; <strong>"I wouldn't mind posing for you."</strong>&nbsp; Double meaning fully intended on that one.&nbsp; She would happily post for class, even when she didn't need the money.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 02:16:22</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Bean <em>There</em> Coffee</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Oh it was such a good thing he had decided not to grab that cup again for a drink, her answer made his jaw go slack it was the way she phrased it. <br><br><strong>"Um... alright, ya I'll send you the schedule with empty slots I would need filled for female student bodies."</strong><br><br><em>Alright that sounded bad. What the hell Trent?</em><br><br>His eyes on his Chai Latte as he frowned in thought, he had to get up and go. Had to keep it professional least she get the wrong idea. Clearing his throat with a tight lip smile he dared glance back up at her. <br><br><strong>"So I'll use the Uni email in your file. I'll send you a list later today." </strong> <em>Alright much better, Trent. Keep it casual and professional. Go go go now. </em> Trent stood up and grabbed his book and cup. <br><br><strong>"I gotta run, it was great catching up with you Ms. Ryan."</strong> He smiled. <em>Good job, Trent, throw out the proper way of addressing a student. This is good, NOW GO! There's the door. Stop staring at her, wipe that smile off your face!</em><br><br>With a nervous chuckle, Trent grinned at her and said a quick, <strong>"bye,"</strong> before he walked towards the exit the minute he turned the corner he was almost running to his car. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 03:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/29379afa8eac684b78695a06a12708cc/tumblr_o4gmfnzEQq1vp8uy6o6_r1_250.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Autumn Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 23rd | Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eros Towler | Closed<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Tapping one perfectly manicured nail against the door handle, Autumn tried to clear her mind of anything that might cause her undue anxiety and therefore mar her carefully made up appearance. It had been a bit of a chance to not take a thorough shower before going down to the driver. Though of course, at the time, it hadn’t seemed like such a chance. Lost in eager thoughts of seeing Eros once more, she’d thought that it mattered only to get there as quickly as possible, not to spend wasted time making sure every inch of her was clean. Particularly since she’d been careful to dress herself, arrange her hair, and apply her make up in a way that made her look like nothing so much as a particularly beautiful porcelain doll. Exactly as Eros preferred.<br><br>But now…well, it was a <em>long</em> drive to the Towler Estate. Autumn had nothing but time to consider her choices and whether they were really the best.<br><br>For example. Fox had not had a driver sent for her. Fox had been picked up by Eros himself. Which rather suggested that Fox, the bitch, was managing to carry herself off quite well in Eros’s eyes despite the not-so-subtle hints that Autumn dropped. On the other hand, Autumn had been relegated to a driver. Not to mention that Eros had seemed less inclined to contact her and order her home on a random whim, this weekend excluded, which could only mean she’d either done something to displease him or he was getting bored with her.<br><br>“Well, I like <em>that</em>,” she muttered in a tone that suggested she very much did <em>not</em> like that. However, her placid smile returned as she caught Charles glancing at her in the rearview mirror. There was just enough curiosity on his face to suggest that while he’d heart her speak, he’d not heard the content of her words. Just as well.<br><br>The rest of the drive—all twenty minutes of it, by that point—was done in silence. On both their parts. After all, Charles had not remained the Towler driver as long as he had by acting on his curiosity or trying to fill the silence with meaningless chatter. Thus when he opened the door and held out a hand for Autumn to take, she accepted it and allowed him to help her from the car, as though she were a dainty lady.<br><br>As she looked up at the imposing front of the family home, counting the windows till she found the one of Eros’s study, she felt Charles’s eyes upon her. “That will be all, Charles,” she said. It held just enough warmth that the man would feel as though she favored him—as a servant, of course, as a servant who deserved a bonus this year didn’t he?—so that he would make sure to obey. After all, she lacked the psychological intimidation imbued to her eldest brother and the physical intimidation that her twin bore. What was left was cunning and just a pinch of emotional manipulation.<br><br>With a slight smile and nod toward the window and a dismissive wave over her shoulder to the driver, she walked toward the double doors of the main entrance. As suited the Towlers, the house was…massive. Massive and gilded. The four inch heels she’d put on before leaving clicked on the marble foyer and on the stairs as she ascended them. Perhaps four or five minutes passed between entering the doors and finally knocking twice on the door to her brother’s study.<br><br>A playful move, calculated to remind him that it was <em>she</em> who had amused him for almost six years now, and she didn’t quite wait to hear his response before opening the door enough to peek around. The smile on her face was bright and mostly sincere. Autumn <em>was</em> glad to see him and she <em>had</em> missed him. But that didn’t mean she could entirely forget that he’d been the one to propose to that bitch and that he’d been the one to all but ignore her the last couple of weeks. She was not the kind of person one ignored.<br><br>Pushing those thoughts away for now—they’d only ruin things—she fluttered her eyelashes in a demure yet playful way, lower lip pouting out ever so slightly. “Hello there, big brother,” she cooed. Finally she stepped from behind the door, revealing the white dress she’d put on, skirt slightly flounced and arms bare. With her dark hair pinned up in messily artful curls and her lips painted a deep red, she did indeed look like a beautiful doll. The kind people paid millions just to have for their own.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 21:51:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12241971#msg12241971">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 15-04-2016, 02:16:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Bean <em>There</em> Coffee</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Oh it was such a good thing he had decided not to grab that cup again for a drink, her answer made his jaw go slack it was the way she phrased it. <br><br><strong>"Um... alright, ya I'll send you the schedule with empty slots I would need filled for female student bodies."</strong><br><br><em>Alright that sounded bad. What the hell Trent?</em><br><br>His eyes on his Chai Latte as he frowned in thought, he had to get up and go. Had to keep it professional least she get the wrong idea. Clearing his throat with a tight lip smile he dared glance back up at her. <br><br><strong>"So I'll use the Uni email in your file. I'll send you a list later today." </strong> <em>Alright much better, Trent. Keep it casual and professional. Go go go now. </em> Trent stood up and grabbed his book and cup. <br><br><strong>"I gotta run, it was great catching up with you Ms. Ryan."</strong> He smiled. <em>Good job, Trent, throw out the proper way of addressing a student. This is good, NOW GO! There's the door. Stop staring at her, wipe that smile off your face!</em><br><br>With a nervous chuckle, Trent grinned at her and said a quick, <strong>"bye,"</strong> before he walked towards the exit the minute he turned the corner he was almost running to his car. <br></span></span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Pretty damn pleased with herself<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br><hr><br>She hadn't realized the way she phrased it until after the words were already out of her mouth.&nbsp; When she realized, well, yeah she meant it that way too so she wasn't about to rephrase.&nbsp; His response made her chuckle.&nbsp; <strong>"Promise this female student body won't let you down."</strong>&nbsp; Aims couldn't help herself.&nbsp; That little voice in most people's heads that told them when they were pushing things too far or stepping over the line didn't exist for her.&nbsp; She enjoyed watching people squirm.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I'll keep an eye out for the email, let you know what slots I can fill."</strong>&nbsp; She tossed him a bright grin.&nbsp; <em>I know one slot you can fill...</em>&nbsp; Now if only she could figure out how to get her uni email on her phone without having to use the browser.&nbsp; She wasn't the most technically savvy chick on the block.&nbsp; <br><br>He reverted back to using her last name.&nbsp; Her smile remained but inside she winced and frowned.&nbsp; Damn it, she'd scared him off.&nbsp; <strong>"You as well, enjoy the book."[/color]&nbsp; She watched him scamper out of there like a spooked rabbit.&nbsp; <strong>"Catch ya later."</strong> She called.&nbsp; Aims got caught up watching his ass as he departed.&nbsp; She heaved a sigh and finished her mocha before making her own exit.&nbsp; &nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 07:04:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Second year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual (prefers women)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> <em>'Do Not Disturb'</em><br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 10th | 10AM - ?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Motel Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Gray Jersey (open), navy sports bra, baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse</del> Does jewelery count?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane | <strong>Closed</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>Sexy time Stuffs</strong></span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"You're in trouble."</strong></em><br><br>Shane's words hit her ears and immediately she had the urge to ask if she was gonna get a spanking? Fuck. <br><br>Yeah, Domino knew good and well she was in trouble. Problem was, right now she didn't care. It felt too good to simply give in, too good to stop. And since she'd already crossed that invisible line they'd been toeing for the past two years she for damn sure was gonna see it through its epicly orgasmic end. There was no turning back this time, no excuse, nothing to stand in her way. Well, except apparently the door...<br><br>"Fuuuck," Domino moaned, desire plain in her tone as her hands slid along the arms that had wrapped around her Her body pushed back into Shane's and her head turned to bare more of her neck to the girl's lips while her lashes fluttered. By the time Shane managed to get the bloody door open Domino had just about reached the limit of her patience. One second longer and she'd have said 'bugger it' and started getting naked right there outside the door because Shane's hands on her skin was just too much. Especially when her fingers made it beneath her bra to more bare flesh. Her sensitive nipples pushed forward greedily, tingling as they eagerly awaited the attention and Domino felt more and more heat pool between her thighs, growing wet as she wondered if they'd get into the room before she could get into Shane's pants. Fortunately, Shane's shaky coordination won out and the door gave way, letting the two of them in for the privacy they'd been after. <br><br>Domino's hand slipped free of Shane and their bodies separated as she entered and turned, backing up a few steps to stop before the bed. She spared just long enough of a glance at the room to be sure there was nothing majorly gross waiting for them while Shane closed and locked the door but her attention swung back as shit started hitting the floor with a quickness. "Eager, huh love? I like that," she chuckled just barely resisting the urge to back Shane into the wall and find out just how wet she might be now that they were alone. It should have been scary because the moment the door closed it was like the rest of the world was sealed away and all that mattered was the two of them. But she wasn't scared. She was feeling so many different things all at once that she didn't know what to call it but scared... no. <br><br>Breath hitching her own things were dropped wherever but her eyes were glued to Shane as she stripped down, her bottom lip folding under the press of her teeth and her nostrils flaring slightly as she watched inch after inch of her best friend revealed before her. <br><br><em>Gawd. How long do we have again?</em><br><br>She sucked in a breath and smirked at Shane's teasing challenge, rubbing her tingling fingertips against her jeans. "Oh, I'll show you alright," she promised heatedly, not quite answering the question of who went first mostly because she didn't care. There were pros and cons to both and ultimately the fact that she was finally going to get her hands, her mouth, her <em>everything</em> on Shane Harris' fine ass was all that mattered. <br><br>Aroused beyond belief, her eyes tracked Shane to the bed, her body shifting so that she was facing her full on when she laid herself out and propped up to watch. There wasn't a shy bone in Domino's body but looking at her friend now she felt it again, that flutter of butterflies in her stomach as if there were much more to this than there should be. Still, as with before she pushed past it, refusing to acknowledge anything beyond an opportunity for a little fun. <br><br>"Hmm... all of it you say?" She reached for her belt, moving far more slowly and projecting a level of patience she didn't actually possess. "Even the knickers?" Her belt opened and with deliberate slowness that filled the room with the sound of fabric sliding against fabric it was drawn free, meaning that a graceful little wiggle and a slight tug had her pants dropping to reveal curve hugging boy-shorts in navy that matched the bra because yes, that sort of thing mattered to her. <br><br>"Kinda bossy there. I should make YOU take them off but, fine." Grinning full out now, D toed off her shoes and stepped out of her pooled jeans. And because apparently she was in the mood to <del>suffer</del> tease she actually took the time to bother with her socks, snickering softly before straightening and reaching for her sports bra. She paused for a moment to take in Shane's expression. She did indeed recall the time they'd had a run-in in the locker rooms. She remembered all too well Shane's reaction and how hard it had been to ignore it. Well she didn't want to ignore it now. She wanted Shane to look her fill. It was hot as hell.<br><br>With the same deliberate slowness as before Domino's bra was pulled up and over her head, coming off without any awkward struggle--thank goodness--and revealing plump, full breasts with dusky, pert nipples that tightened even further when the cooler air of the room hit them. Tongue peeking free to curl over the edge of her upper lip, Domino flicked her bra at Shane and reached next for her underwear. Her thumbs hooked the waistband and inched them lower only to give up the pretense halfway through and simply push them down. A stripper she was not. <br><br>Stepping out of the last of her clothing, Domino moved to the bed and crawled onto it, moving straight to Shane unabashedly and pushing against her shoulder with the aim of getting her to roll over for D to be able to straddle her. "No excuses now, love." She warned, her grin fading to something softer. "You're all mine now. Til we get back to Jamison." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 10:30:34</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Welcome To <em>My</em> Tragic Kingdom</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.look.co.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/scaled_620px_wide/rr1_0.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd year as Bronze.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Hella Turned on.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cab &gt;&gt;&gt; Motel<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> 100% Lesbian<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> <del>Exactly what's in the image. [not for long]</del><br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sat, Sept. 10th/10am-?<br><strong>Word Count:</strong> 921<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> <strong>About to get hot and steamy in here.</strong><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino (kokaine)&nbsp; - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Damn right Shane was impatient, she was also insatiable when she wanted something badly. She was beyond eager, these were rare moments for Shane. Sure she fucked half the population of Jamison Clark and then some. But half the time she was fucking them quick, in and out, giving them some hot sex and making them wish they could have her. A rare bird or two got to do her back. So the question of who goes first, Shane always went first. <br><br>But in this case, that wasn't something Shane was willing to admit. She wanted, NO. She needed Domino's hands, lips and tongue everywhere on her body. She'd give her something she rarely gave anyone, a piece of her soul. Domino was not only her best friend but she damn well deserving it tenfolds. Worth it in spades. More than just a one, a fuck and call it a night. At this moment, Shane was even contemplating cuddling with her afterwards. She was too excited to even think why she was feeling like that. She needed her now. <br><br>See staying in her little Tomboy charcoal short, undies (http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0204/2302/products/Charcoal_front_Vantage_1024x1024.jpg?v=1455879852) was done solely on purpose. Because of that look on Domino's face as she caught sight of her stripping her clothes away and staying with only very little material left to remove. She'd make sure to give her that pleasure of removing them herself. After all, Shane didn't allow this sort of conduct often. As slow as she wanted to take the night to capture each moment in her memory, Shane was desperate to have Domino on her. <br><br>Aroused and ready for her beautiful brunette friend as she laid sideways on the bed and gave her a view of her body stretched, waiting for Domino to strip and join her. Again she would have opted for undressing her, but tonight was so different than normal nights for her. Tonight she needed that anticipation to build even further. Shane's bright blue eyes following Domino's movements nodded to her question,<strong> "everything."</strong> Enunciating each syllable, a delicious grin playing on her lips. <br><br>It began and to this day Domino couldn't tell you what the color were the walls, or the bed sheets and their covers. But she could in detail describe everything she witnessed as Domino began to slowly strip her clothes off. Her heart raced and her breathing grew shallow. The speed in which Domino was taking things was killing Shane. <br><br>A whimper escaped her lips biting the bottom one hard as her pants finally dropped. Shane getting a proper look at what was beneath that sinful material. <strong>"Oh, believe me, baby, I really want to take them off."</strong> Honestly, she should have and she was mentally scolding herself for it. Raising her brow as Domino took forever to get out of her socks. <strong>"Are you kidding me? You're going to kill me, officially."</strong><br><br><em>Unf.</em><br><br>But that damn bra that had been pissing her off at the door was finally pulled off Domino's body. Her tongue flicked over her lips as she breathed in deeply and breathed out to steady herself, swallowing hard Shane's eyes couldn't look away. Catching the bra with a smirk and pressing it to her face to inhale before putting it aside. She looked thirsty with the way she was gazing at Domino now. Willingly her with her eyes to drop those damn knickers. <br><br>It was slow and aching, at this Shane whimpered once more before D finally slipped the thin material away. Shane allowed her to push her down, right onto her back. In awe as she gripped at her waist and looked up at her. Her heart was going to beat out of its chest, her breathing labored as her chest heaved with each breath intake. <br><br>The warning tone of D's wasn't one to play with, Shane wasn't making excuses this was it. They had crossed the damn line together. The line was so far away it was a dot to them. Swallowing hard once more and licking her lips Shane nodded. Silence because words were failing her as her eyes danced along her delicious body. <br><br>Releasing one hand from Domino's waist, Shane brought it between Domino's legs as she was straddling her. The moment she did and her thumb first connected with Domino's swollen clit she moaned out loud,<strong> "mmmm fuckk, I'm not going anywhere I'm all your's baby. Unf."</strong> Sitting up she turned her hand around and slipped two fingers inside domino as she moved with her fingers and rotated her hips upwards her thumb rubbing her clit in the process. <br><br>Shane's free hand going to Domino's back to hold her close as her lips sought out those delicate looking nipples that were hard for her. A flick of her tongue against one and a tantalizing suck with her lips before she paid mind to the other. Her lips were everywhere they could reach. Fingering her slow yet deep and moving with her hand as she continued to keep her ministrations with her lips. Her lips desperately sought hers out now and Shane couldn't help but moan against them, <strong>"mmmm damn baby, you're so fucking wet for me."</strong> Smirking as she captured her lips in a heated kiss. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Towler Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>21-04-2016, 13:28:44</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Cry little sister, love is with your brother</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.unep.org/gwa/images/Ian_Somerhalder_Renee_7_0001.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Eros Towler<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, Sept 23/6:23pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Antsy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What's in the image<br><strong>Location:</strong> Towler mansion. Eros' study overlooking the front entrance of the mansion<br><strong>Listening:</strong> the best of Bach (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY5RcR-LQj4)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>Incest AF</strong><br><strong>Word Count:</strong> 781<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Autumn Towler <em><strong><strong>[closed]</strong></strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>The man's eyes followed her movement below, until he was left shutting his eyes and counting the exact foot steps it would take to make it up to his study. <br><br><em>......523, 524, 525.</em><br><br>525 steps were rhythmically counted in his head his lips softly moving with each one Bach's overture was keeping pace. Opening his eyes with a knowing smirk as he mouthed the last the eldest Towler gazed at the door with rapt attention his brow raised at the knock such a formal way of announcing her presence. Eros was near to losing his patience but held it at bay as he practically sneered at the door. <br><br>Charles. The man servant had put him in a mood when he dared lay his hand on Autumn. Eros was no fool, he knew damn well Charles was a clean man. He had made sure all their help were well kept and took pride in their appearances it was a requirement for working in the Towler mansion. The lowly stable boy was as clean as they came, the gardeners all in uniforms. Strict Towler family policy and Eros was the enforcer. But Charles made a mistake tonight, Eros was tense and wished Autumn would quit teasing him and enter his study properly. <br><br>The invite was extended prior to her arrival with that mobile call that made him cancel all plans for the weekend. She should have known better. Playing this dangerous game. Despite the slight tardiness in her arrival, she was taunting him with a set of matches against an open explosive material. <br><br>He didn't dare speak, clenching his jaw a slight frown was all that could be seen on his face as she finally entered without being told. <br><br><em>Good. Mind yourself, little sister. </em><br><br>His expression softened the moment his eyes met her person, blue on blue so alike and familiar as he studied her attire approving in an instant. Her soft princess like smile she reserved for him playing at her lips. <br><br>Eros Towler stood up with no response to her greeting, tugging on a sanitary wipe from atop his Mahony polished desk as he went along in purposeful strides towards her. Gripping the hand Charles had touched by her wrist and using the wipe to clean off her hand properly before he let go of her wrist and grabbed her other hand repeating the process. Dropping the wipe in a small rubbish bin that stood by the door the man reached behind her on the wall not moving from his spot in front of her and placed his palm under the automatic petrol-gel dispenser swiftly bringing it towards his other hand in front and rubbing them together vigorously until he was certain he disinfected&nbsp; himself properly. <br><br>Alas, the man's attention could focus properly on his little sister and appreciate what stood before him. His right-hand molding to the side of her neck as his fingers pressed against the back of it. Slightly tilting his hand up he was able to make Autumn's face lift upwards doing his bidding. <strong>"You are late."</strong> He frowned studying her face before he breathed out trying to control his heart racing and the anger that was bubbling away when he realized just how much he missed her. <br><br>But gentle was Revelin's forte with their sister, not that Eros was the wiser. His brand of love was all that he knew Autumn to need. His left hand now sliding down her shoulder and arm, finally snaking around her lower back to pull her close to his chest. Nipping at her bottom lip and that pout he groaned, keeping his lips mere inches from hers as he gazed down at them.<strong> "An entire month without this. Perhaps I should consider making an offer to my partners at the firm. An entire office building is on sale near your Uni. A lot closer to this."</strong> Without hesitation, Eros captured her lips in a demanding and searing kiss his hands kept her in place as he molded her to his body and tasted what was his.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>13-05-2016, 01:48:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/29379afa8eac684b78695a06a12708cc/tumblr_o4gmfnzEQq1vp8uy6o6_r1_250.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Autumn Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 23rd | Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eros Towler | Closed<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Of course. Autumn ought to have realized he would’ve seen Charles hold upon her hand. Even brief and perfunctory though that grip had been, it would irk Eros’s sensibilities, if not quite beyond bearing. By now she knew enough of her coolly perfect elder brother to know that had he been truly incensed he would have sent her to bathe. The mere scrubbing—by him, nonetheless—of her hands suggested that he wasn’t too irritated. Or, she thought with faintly raised eyebrows, that perhaps he’d missed her more than their phone conversation had suggested.<br><br>With him, it could be difficult to tell.<br><br>The possibility caused her to go easily with the unspoken directive of his hands. Easily she tipped her head back to meet his gaze for a heartbeat before lowering her eyes ever so slightly. Not enough to deny him the sight of them, but enough to suggest that she wasn’t attempting to stare him down. “You are late.” From the edges of her vision she caught his lips tilting into a disapproving frown.<br><br>“I apologize, Eros,” she murmured. The tone wasn’t quite the sugar sweet she used on adults but it had the molasses quality she’d learned early on that he liked. “There was some traffic outside Richmond.” It seemed unlikely he would care either way. Yet she would <em>not</em> allow some thought to linger in his mind that the tardy entrance might have been her own fault. No. If he could put it off to faceless masses, all to the better. If not? Well, Charles would surely find another job if it came down to it.<br><br>Pulled tight to his body, she pushed all thoughts of others from her mind. One breathy moan escaped her throat at his teasing nip. “An entire month without this.” Humming agreeably, she tilted her head as he continued to speak. An office building? That might be nice. Exhausting, trying to keep the peace between her two brothers if they were in close proximity. But nice. If only she didn’t have the suspicion that she would not be the only reason for Eros moving. Still, it’d be ever so much easier to set up a…<br><br>Autumn sank happily into the kiss. With Eros, everything was a demand to which she could only comply. Feeling somewhat daring, she allowed her hands to slide gently up his chest. Beneath his elegant suit, he as finely muscled as any of the classic statues they studied in her art history class. Only once he’d pulled back did she say, “It <em>would</em> be lovely to have you so close, big brother. I could bring you lunch, even, if you were in Richmond…”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>15-12-2020, 02:33:25</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She's a mean one - - Mrs. Grinch!</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/df/5f/d6df5fc8fc9cfb775b82b586fad8d2c8.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Akasha "Ace" Lynn Cavalli <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Admin<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> JCP Vice Dean<br><strong>Mood:</strong> On edge<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December AU (No Covid) | 4:44 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Andy Bellows (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Mall, going up the longest escalator of her life<br><strong>Other:</strong> On the phone with her mother.<br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">It wasnʻt even Thanksgiving, or Halloween for that matter, but here it all was ...<br><br><em>"'"Siiiiiimply haaaa-ahving a wonderful Christmas time!"'"</em><br><br>Every ledge and pillar were preening with the spirit of the holidays. Tinsel, holly berries, and delicate fairy lights - everywhere. On the ceiling, snowflake shapes, made of light danced and swirled to the music. While little kids with too much makeup on, flailed around at centerstage. The mall was packed full of last minute shoppers, scrambling around for a holiday that, in Akasha's opinion, was created by capitalists. You wouldn't know by her demeanor, that Akasha Cavalli was only twenty-seven years of age. She walked around holding all of the aggression of a repressed housewife, with five kids, and no help from her husband. She wasn't. <em>"Why the fuh are they playing this sooooong?"</em> She mumbled under her breath, with clenched teeth. She clutched her bag, as her phone began vibrating furiously in there. <strong>Bzz! Bzzz! BZZZ!</strong> It was her day off, so work would have to wait.&nbsp; <br><br>All of the elevators were blocked by parents with flashing camera phones. <strong>"UGH!"</strong> There was a line to get onto the escalator. And on the descending side, a gaggle of kids were doing the splits on the way down. The crowd behind them shouted and attempted pushing past them. <em>'That's how you die before Christmas.'</em> She thought to herself. Akasha hated how people behaved during this holiday; frantic, absent-minded and sometimes greedy. Maybe it was lack of social interaction, or that she rarely had any reason to leave her job, but she deeply regretted being at the mall, today. <br><br><strong>Bzz! Bzzz! BZZZ!</strong> went her phone again, just as it was finally her turn to step onto the escalator belt. "Hello." There was no reply on the other line."All right. Bye then." She heard a far off and whiny voice speaking to someone else. "Hang up your phone, Liecia!" She hit the red icon, harder than she needed to, and killed the call. Her phone buzzed, again. She answered and said nothing. "Darling? Hello? Why did you hang up the first time? I've been trying to call you all day." Akasha cracked her neck from side to side. No one could make her quite as tense as her mother. "What do you need?" Akasha asked. As it seemed that her mother only ever called, when her father wasn't giving her any money. "Oh you know, I thought it would be nice to catch up. Maybe see you for the holidays?" Akasha accidentally laughed. "HoliDAYS? Mother, I help run a collegiate academy. There are no such things for me."<br><br>Mom: "Well, honey, you know... you aren't getting any younger. We need some grandbabies to fill our empty nest again." <br>Akasha: "If you find a surrogate, you can literally have them that way."<br>Mom: "That's unnatural. And you have a legacy to continue. As a woman, and a wife, it is your duty."<br><br>Akasha dug her nails into the runner of the escalator handle. <br><br>Akasha: "Dana is oversees, working. So if I did my "'"duty,"'" it wouldn't be his. But if you want grandkids, the natural way... well then,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;let me just find the first penis that wants to get in! Anyone want to put a baby inside me?" She asked out loud.<br><br>Stranger danger: "Right here!" <br>Stranger danger's friend:&nbsp; "What's your number!?"<br><br>Mom: "Akasha Lynn Cavalli! You watch that filthy mouth."<br>Akasha: "Ok, well, I have to go do the sex now. See you in a few month, with everything you asked for. Byeeeee!"<br><br>Ace hung up the phone and buried it in the depths of her handbag. Something fell out, as she was stepping off of the escalator, and the person behind her tripped over three people. A people pile scattered the escalator exit. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>15-12-2020, 16:17:01</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>she’s a <em> MEAN</em> one. — mrs. <em>GRINCH</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//DA8FDB27_3136_49CE_A8C9_4FDFC0287821.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Andrea Bellows<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> post graduate<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> stressed with finals<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|15|2020 7:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> the mall, top landing near escalators. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> ace cavilli ( @skye )- <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>this was it, andy was in the home stretch. this was her last year and second to last semester. when this was over she could officially sit for the board exam. the young future lawyer was in her element but currently she was freaking out about her exam. she hated testing, it was a useless thing a measure to how well a student did. she felt that applying what you’ve learned and homework assignments was enough. unfortunately that’s not how it worked in this system. her intelligence at times had a way of over powering her mind during exams and she would second guess the question or not read it correctly. but she had made it this far and damn if she wasn’t going to finish this through the end. <br><br>so there she was about standing at the mall, earbuds in her hand ready to listen to music as she people watched. it was stress relieving for her and brought her out of the funk she was in after all those exams. she still had one more to go. but she would worry about it later.&nbsp; and as she turned her back to the south side to face the escalator. someone said something loudly into her her phone it&nbsp; nearly knocked andy on her ass. her blue eyes scanned the features quickly of the woman’s voice that made her heart feel like it was going to beat out of it’s chest. all it took was one quick side scan and that was it. her expression changing from an curious&nbsp; frown to a surprised and really in shock look. she never thought in a million years this would happen. even if she did go through this exact scenario in her head many times. what would she say to her. what she would ask. if she’d be hostile. indifferent. or a simp for the woman by that tore her heart in two. <br><br>“ace..”<br><br>was her reply, her voice shook slightly but there was such loud music, commotion from the crowd, someone tripped and ace seemed to drop something. without thinking just going through the motions the soon to be lawyer scooped up the sheet of paper that had flown out of ace’s bag. she quickly reached her. “you dropped this.” was all she said and waited. a part of her hoped that this woman turned around it would just be a doppelgänger the other part of her hoped it wasn’t. holding out the sheet everything was in slow motion. as andy took in the curve of her neck her clothes and then her eyes cascaded onto the paper she was holding out. the office of the dean if admissions to jamison clarke was stamped on it. andy frowned, her heart raced. surely this couldn’t be a coincidence. “ace...” she almost whimpered. luckily the mall was so loud that the quiver in her voice couldn’t be heard. when the vice dean turned around andy felt like she had ben punched in the gut.<br><br>“what the...”<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>16-12-2020, 07:49:33</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She's a mean one - - Mrs. Grinch!</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/df/5f/d6df5fc8fc9cfb775b82b586fad8d2c8.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Akasha "Ace" Lynn Cavalli <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Admin<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> JCP Vice Dean<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Livid<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December AU (No Covid) | 4:50 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Andy Bellows (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Mall, about to die from being crushed by a stampede or from seeing her Ex<br><strong>Other:</strong> Lost document in the wrong hands<br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Quick gusts of wind blew Akashaʻs hair about, as bodies whizzed past the pile up, near the escalator. There was an empty pocket of space, where she could just fit through. A stark white piece of paper welcomed her out with a crisp whopping noise. "Oh my god, thank you! I donʻt know what I wouldʻve done if I ..." Her eyes flicked up towards the person holding the paper. " -- lost this." Akashaʻs throat closed up. Her whole body turned cold, but she swore that she could feel herself begin to sweat. She was too young to have hot flashes. What was this!? Her heart started beating faster than she had ever felt. <em>ʻShit, Iʻm going to die, right here.ʻ</em> She thought. Her brows furrowed, throat dry. Hearing <em>"What the hell."</em> snapped her back into herself. What the hell, indeed.<br><br>It was Andrea fucking Bellows. The girl who at one point, Akasha wouldʻve given up her own life for. They were thick as thieves, and no one could tell them what to do. Running crazy through London. Wreaking havoc in places that their parents would have heart attacks from, knowing they were there. Wild things, to the core. And now, they were standing in a mall, like they didnʻt have a whole life together. Almost as if they didnʻt even know one another. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh... I thought I heard someone say ʻAceʻ. No oneʻs called me that in a while." She said in her best stepford-wife tone. "Andy." She exhaled the tightness in her chest. "This is not what it looks like." She motioned to the paper. "They just wanted... they asked me to write you a letter of recommendation. And to verify that youʻve been successful in the program. Formalities, you know?"<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-12-2020, 19:12:30</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>she’s a <em> MEAN</em> one. — mrs. <em>GRINCH</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//DA8FDB27_3136_49CE_A8C9_4FDFC0287821.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Andrea Bellows<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> post graduate<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> shocked then angry af<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|15|2020 7:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> the mall, parking lot about to cut a bitch.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> ace cavilli ( @skye )- <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>by the look on her ex’s face she could tell that ace was just as surprised to see her. andrea marie bellows licked her lips raising her brow. out of the two of them the blonde wore the most shock look not just at seeing the woman that broke her heart; but at the paper she held out to ace. the program. andy would have completely not noticed her name on the sheet of paper had it not been for two things. the way ace’s demeanor changed completely and she adopted a sorta attitude that they both used to make fun of in their use. a barbara or karen so to speak a stepford wife. andrea bellows found herself frowning at the stranger in front of her. her blue eyes glancing down at the outstretched paper in her hand for a brief moment.<br><br>the second mistake she made in doing so as she glanced down and saw her full name, andrea marie bellows; with ace’s signature at the bottom of the paper. her ex’s explanation made her blood boil in that instant. clenching her jaw she looked back into the piercing blue eyes of the beautiful brunette. “you knew...” it wasn’t a question so much more than a statement. she felt gutted, without air in her lungs and suddenly the chaos in the mall around them was closing in on her. she needed to get out. to get air. she had come to the mall to people watch and distract her nervous mind from the pending exam she had left. she didn’t come here to feel like a cornered animal. <br><br>with a frown andy snatched the paper back to her person abs crumbled it in her fist before she took one look at ace and walked off towards the nearest exit. she couldn’t believe that she had the audi city to stand there in front of her as if going through the program and now being a post grad student was a big accomplishment. as if the program was a good thing. let alone stand there knowing that andy was in attendance of the school now as a post graduate and she was using her name as a means to what? andy held the ball piece of paper in her fist she wasn’t ready to look at the paper and see what was on it. she needed to get to her car abs get the fuck out of there first. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>19-12-2020, 07:28:44</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She's a mean one - - Mrs. Grinch!</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/df/5f/d6df5fc8fc9cfb775b82b586fad8d2c8.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Akasha "Ace" Lynn Cavalli <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Admin<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> JCP Vice Dean<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Livid<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December AU (No Covid) | Running time<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Andy Bellows (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Mall, stuck in a time warp<br><strong>Other:</strong> Shit about to go down<br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ace didnʻt expect the reaction she got from Andy. She thought her old friend and once love interest would be finding excuses to prolong their meeting. Seeing as how they were both on campus, but rarely ever saw one another, this was a once-in-a-decade situation. Not that Akasha expected anything to come of it. After all, Andy was almost done with her program. If it was successful, Andy would be on her way to the Hinge app, looking for a perfect match. Not to mention, Akasha was married now, and just like "the program" had lead her to be. Akasha turned a new leave. She so wished Andy had too, so they could be best friends again. In any case, she didnʻt want to be another cause of Andyʻs unhappiness.<br><br>"Andy!" Akashaʻs pace quickened, to catch up with the blond. Her legs were longer than Aceʻs, so it wasnʻt an easy feat. "Please stop!" She could run in heels. Totally. She zipped up her bag, and began to catch up. Outside was nippy. The wind stung Akashaʻs cheeks, and made her breaths shallower. It didnʻt help that she had just sprinted. "Can we just talk about this? Do you know what it even means?" She shouted, hoping it would make Andrea turn around.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / The Lab by Alchemy Coffee</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 11:52:15</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is 'What?'</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://observer.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/07/dnm_uni_cc_del02_fw161.jpg?quality=80&amp;w=320&amp;strip)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases)<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Entrepreneur (Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | 1:50 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maybe Ace (Koka) / Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Lab by Alchemy Coffee (A few blocks away from JCU)<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.</span><br></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>T</strong>he winter solstice was upon the unsuspecting residents of Earth. For a few months now, the mystics were all over social media posting about the alignment of the planets. Something that apparently had not occurred in eight hundred years. The witches were freaking out, because it was also occurring on the night of a full moon. They were posting things on TikToc, like "Guys! We shouldnʻt have Hexed the moon. We caused the apocalypse!!! #KarmicDebt #MakeAnOffering" Mean while, the Instagram witches were like, "No one can f*kn hex a celestial body. If they tried, literally <strong><em>nothing</em></strong> would happen. F those TikToc VVitches, and their dumb sh!t." <br><br>Meanwhile, on multiple devices, on multiple accounts, Rabbit was having a grand old time trolling the lot of them. @-ing and hashtagging left and right, under aliases no one knew. A booth over, was a random stranger, who was intrigued with the layer of deceit one would go through, for a bit of amusement. "It seems like a lot of work." She frowned, as Rabbitʻs thumbs tapped his touch screen at an inhuman speed. "Oh no, Iʻm done trolling. Iʻm just texting my Mom, to let her know Iʻm ok." That was kind of a lie. But it wasnʻt a big deal. The girl was a stranger, and heʻd never seen her around campus, so he paid little mind to her. Who he was really waiting for, time would tell.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 15:20:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg15689326#msg15689326">Quote from: Skye on 19-12-2020, 07:28:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She's a mean one - - Mrs. Grinch!</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/df/5f/d6df5fc8fc9cfb775b82b586fad8d2c8.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Akasha "Ace" Lynn Cavalli <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Admin<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> JCP Vice Dean<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Livid<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December AU (No Covid) | Running time<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Andy Bellows (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Mall, stuck in a time warp<br><strong>Other:</strong> Shit about to go down<br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ace didnʻt expect the reaction she got from Andy. She thought her old friend and once love interest would be finding excuses to prolong their meeting. Seeing as how they were both on campus, but rarely ever saw one another, this was a once-in-a-decade situation. Not that Akasha expected anything to come of it. After all, Andy was almost done with her program. If it was successful, Andy would be on her way to the Hinge app, looking for a perfect match. Not to mention, Akasha was married now, and just like "the program" had lead her to be. Akasha turned a new leave. She so wished Andy had too, so they could be best friends again. In any case, she didnʻt want to be another cause of Andyʻs unhappiness.<br><br>"Andy!" Akashaʻs pace quickened, to catch up with the blond. Her legs were longer than Aceʻs, so it wasnʻt an easy feat. "Please stop!" She could run in heels. Totally. She zipped up her bag, and began to catch up. Outside was nippy. The wind stung Akashaʻs cheeks, and made her breaths shallower. It didnʻt help that she had just sprinted. "Can we just talk about this? Do you know what it even means?" She shouted, hoping it would make Andrea turn around.<br></span><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>she’s a <em> MEAN</em> one. — mrs. <em>GRINCH</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//DA8FDB27_3136_49CE_A8C9_4FDFC0287821.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Andrea Bellows<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> post graduate<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> angry af<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|15|2020 7:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> the mall, then, . parking lot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> ace cavilli ( @skye )- <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>“leave me alone Akasha,” she growled not stopping for the woman thad was quick at her heels. using her full name only meant one thing and Ace knew it even if they hadn’t seen each other in years. she was pissed off. the pair of balls on her ex were huge. figuratively speaking of course. how could she be so stupid to not do her research on the people that were now running the program she was not really a part of anymore? if she would be honest she was angry at herself, andrea bellows did not wear angry nicely. she wasn’t adorable when she was angry it was a shocking change compared to the sweet girl that she came off as per usual. her brow knit and she had this face that said get out of my fucking way or i’ll cut you, to anyone that was in her like of sight. <br><br>ace was begging her, that made her steps falter. god she hated that even now after all these years the brunette still had that effect on her. and she rarely did say please. so Andy stopped yet she didn’t turn around but you could hear it in her voice the quiver of crushing emotions bearing down at her, “what do you want?” was all she was able to get out without physically throwing up in the parking lot. she could see her car was a few parking spots away. <br><br>andrea frowned and licked her lips not yet turning around. Ace wanted to talk? god that sounded absurd, the brunette knew that andy was attending jamison clarke yet hadn’t bothered reaching out. clearly talking wasn’t what she wanted. so why bother trying to save face with the blonde now? shaking her head there it was, andy turned around anger marring her beautiful face as she raised her brow at her ex. “to me? or to you? because to me it means you don’t give a shit about anyone else but yourself as usual ace. go home to your...” her blue eyes flicked down to ace’s wedding band, “husband. and just continue to do what you have been doing all this time. leave me the FUCK alone.” andrea rarely cursed, so for the blonde to let loose the explicit fbomb was saying a lot. clenching her jaw she glared at her beautiful ex that despite everything still manage to take her breath away. <br><br>she had replayed this exact scenario all these years what would happen if they ever accidentally ran into each other. so many different reactions would happen in a daydream and sometimes dream of how they would be. but this pain she was feeling this betrayal? she didn’t realize how much it would hurt. then again ace did cheat on her with a guy. she wondered now if that was the man her ex was married to. she wanted to plead with ace, slap her. hug her. kiss her. run from her. she wanted to do a lot of things but her eyes weren’t cooperating. her vision becoming blurry and she had to swallow a huge lump in her throat to keep from sobbing like a little baby. so she turned her head to the side and look away at the distance thinking happy thoughts, kittens and puppies. crossing her arms to protect the emotions that were threatening to spill. showing ace just how vulnerable she still was when it came to Akasha Lynn Cavalli.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 08:44:51</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She's a mean one - - Mrs. Grinch!</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/df/5f/d6df5fc8fc9cfb775b82b586fad8d2c8.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Akasha "Ace" Lynn Cavalli <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Admin<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> JCP Vice Dean<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Livid<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December AU (No Covid) | Running time<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Andy Bellows (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Mall, stuck in a time warp<br><strong>Other:</strong> Shit about to go down<br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;An oncoming car stopped, as Andy crossed the threshold from mall curb, to traffic lane, to parking lot. A small line piled up behind the stopped car, to let Akasha follow suit. She was happy that at least one driver wasn't in frantic holiday mode. She waved in thanks, and hurried past. She felt the sting of hearing Andy using her full name. It was like a big "eff you," put into non-expletive form. Which to Ace, hurt more than if Andy called her a bitch, or a cunt. Deep down, she knew that she deserved it. She let everything they had be erased in a short span of time. For what, she was sure, that Andy didn't care.<br><br>She nearly ran into Andy, as the stubborn woman came to an unexpected halt. "You know what I want." She answered. When Andy turned around, Akasha saw the slightest hint of hope in her eyes. To Ace, it meant that there might have been a small chance they could squash all of this bad blood. But, as Andrea's tone resounded, and her features became guarded once again, Ace felt defeat taking over.<br><br>&nbsp; Ace cut everyone and everything off, once the program had sunk itself deep enough into her. It was like a light switch that kept getting flicked on and off. Every time she thought she was in control, something flipped. It made her say one thing, but do the complete opposite. Ace didn't realize it, until this very moment. Something in her wanted to step closer, and close the space between them. To comfort and console Andy. But a voice in her head told her <em>'Bad. Wrong. Ungodly.'</em> Even if the motivation was genuine compassion. Her foot twitched to take the step. But her gut clenched, and she stood there, frozen. <br><br>She thought her breath shortened, with the chase. It got even shorter as Andy began telling her own truths. The look she gave Akasha, and her wedding ring made Akasha feel absolutely ashamed. She could feel the tears breaking through the ducts in her eyes. She could see the line of water begin to collect. But by that time, Andy's head was turned. Akasha clenched her eyes shut, and mustered up the control to keep her voice from shaking. "I'm sorry for what I did to you." Was all that she could say, without making excuses.&nbsp; <br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 19:22:41</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>she’s a <em> MEAN</em> one. — mrs. <em>GRINCH</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//DA8FDB27_3136_49CE_A8C9_4FDFC0287821.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Andrea Bellows<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> post graduate<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> angry af<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|15|2020 7:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> the mall, parking lot about to cut a bitch. if the stampede doesn’t get her first.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> ace cavilli ( @skye )- <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>how dare she! how dare she demand anything of andrea now. god and to add insult to in injury the blonde did as ace asked and turned around. the full scope of the pain she was causing ace was hitting her and in that moment she wanted to comfort the brunette. but she was her ex for a reason and the damage that akasha had caused had its lasting effect. whether she had intended it to or not. <br><br>so of course turning her face away was the only way to save face without saying something meaner to ace. as much as the other woman had caused her she didn’t wish her harm or pain. she didn’t want her to ever feel the pain she had inflicted in andrea. the emotions in ace’s statement though hit her hard. blinking causing a few tears to stream down her face. wiping them away she nodded. licking her lips, “thanks, years late but i appreciate it.” she choked out before she turned on her heels and headed to her car trying to put distance between her and her past.<br><br>she didn’t want to hear anymore and she didn’t want to know that ace was suffering. it would be hard pressed for andy not to want to comfort the beautiful brunette. she was however over this. the entire thing the fucking program, the school. why was she still here as a post graduate? why didn’t she do like her old roommate and run when she was done to another university? there were plenty of law schools she could have applied to. jesus she had the grades to get into harvard yet she chose to major at jamison because of the money and scholarships offered if she stayed. logically she had one more exam to go before she could put the establishment behind her rear view mirror. but logic flew out the window when life decided to throw her the curveball that looked hot af in heels. <br><br>“ace..”<br><br>she whimpered as she slammed the door of her car shut. lucky she had dark tints on her windows and she was able to cover her baby blue eyes with her sunglasses. she broke down sobbing and holding her chest the aching exploding thorax pain and crying till your pinkies were numb. she was done. she was going to leave tonight. she didn’t care she would start somewhere else with the remaining credits. logically she wasn’t thinking. the brunette has literally one exam left before it was all over. stupid ace in a hole.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 01:28:13</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is 'What?'</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gKBLtmu.png)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Araceli Dos Santos | Ace<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Status:</strong> 3rd year student | Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hella layers cuz its fucking cold.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Lab by Alchemy Coffee (A few blocks away from JCU)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 21st | Around 2ish<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Who tf knows?!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bunny Boy Dude</span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Getting off campus was not at all a difficult feat for Ace. There were only a select few who would bother with the hassle of trying to stop her from doing what she wanted given her proven ability to cause headaches with a mere look, program or no, and she could be lowkey when necessary. It was getting off campus without folks trying to tag along and draw far too much attention that was the real surprise. Exams really were a damned bummer.<br><br>Ace had never liked being left alone too long. Solitude made her broody and left her prone to overworking herself as she could easily get caught up trying to do too much either physically or mentally. Especially if she was trying to ignore the homesickness that often plagued her. If it wasn't that getting to her then she was likely to get herself in trouble because if she wasn't working hard she was bored. And bored Ace was bad. Very bad. <br><br>Boredom was the reason she'd ended up losing her original scholarship and getting shipped off to this place.<br><br>Wasn't it great then that she'd so clearly learned her lesson?<br><br>Exactly.<br><br>Humming under her breath, Ace pulled a hand free of her pocket and reached out to open the door. If you asked her, she had not a fucking clue why she was here other than a deep seeded aversion to staring at her text books any longer. But then, did it really matter why? The answer was, of course, no. It didn't matter one little bit. She was stepping inside to a warmer temperature and could scent delicious things of the warm and probably bad for her variety. This was great. She just needed to locate the pretty rabbit. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Outside Jamision Clarke - Skate Park, Mall, Etc.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 13:44:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg15692849#msg15692849">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 22-12-2020, 19:22:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>she’s a <em> MEAN</em> one. — mrs. <em>GRINCH</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//DA8FDB27_3136_49CE_A8C9_4FDFC0287821.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Andrea Bellows<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> post graduate<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> angry af<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|15|2020 7:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> the mall, parking lot about to cut a bitch. if the stampede doesn’t get her first.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> ace cavilli ( @skye )- <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>how dare she! how dare she demand anything of andrea now. god and to add insult to in injury the blonde did as ace asked and turned around. the full scope of the pain she was causing ace was hitting her and in that moment she wanted to comfort the brunette. but she was her ex for a reason and the damage that akasha had caused had its lasting effect. whether she had intended it to or not. <br><br>so of course turning her face away was the only way to save face without saying something meaner to ace. as much as the other woman had caused her she didn’t wish her harm or pain. she didn’t want her to ever feel the pain she had inflicted in andrea. the emotions in ace’s statement though hit her hard. blinking causing a few tears to stream down her face. wiping them away she nodded. licking her lips, “thanks, years late but i appreciate it.” she choked out before she turned on her heels and headed to her car trying to put distance between her and her past.<br><br>she didn’t want to hear anymore and she didn’t want to know that ace was suffering. it would be hard pressed for andy not to want to comfort the beautiful brunette. she was however over this. the entire thing the fucking program, the school. why was she still here as a post graduate? why didn’t she do like her old roommate and run when she was done to another university? there were plenty of law schools she could have applied to. jesus she had the grades to get into harvard yet she chose to major at jamison because of the money and scholarships offered if she stayed. logically she had one more exam to go before she could put the establishment behind her rear view mirror. but logic flew out the window when life decided to throw her the curveball that looked hot af in heels. <br><br>“ace..”<br><br>she whimpered as she slammed the door of her car shut. lucky she had dark tints on her windows and she was able to cover her baby blue eyes with her sunglasses. she broke down sobbing and holding her chest the aching exploding thorax pain and crying till your pinkies were numb. she was done. she was going to leave tonight. she didn’t care she would start somewhere else with the remaining credits. logically she wasn’t thinking. the brunette has literally one exam left before it was all over. stupid ace in a hole.<br></span></span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She's a mean one - - Mrs. Grinch!</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/df/5f/d6df5fc8fc9cfb775b82b586fad8d2c8.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Akasha "Ace" Lynn Cavalli <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Admin<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> JCP Vice Dean<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Livid<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December AU (No Covid) | Running time<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Andy Bellows (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Mall, stuck in a time warp<br><strong>Other:</strong> Shit about to go down<br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Was that Andy, accepting an apology? Ace couldnʻt yet open her eyes, in case the moment turned out to be a fake. She managed a slight laugh of relief. But the waterworks had already started. She heard the echoing of hurried footsteps, a car alarm disengaged, and a door shutting. "Record speed, Andy." Akasha murmured, as she stared at a parking lot with no one there. She pinched the bridge of her nose, and let out a loud sound of utter frustration, that left her throat feeling raw. The tears, small as they were, wound down her cheeks, and jumped from her chin, onto the concrete. She was suddenly drained of anything that once fueled her fire. Too defeated to even hunt for the blonde in cars, she walked along the crosswalk, to the sidewalk, looking off into the distance of the lot one more time. Why did things have to be the way that they were?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; With more walking, came more thinking. More thinking made Akasha want to rip right out of her skin. The only other thing, besidessex that would make her feel a little bit better, only one person could handle. She picked up her phone and dialed. "Hi. Itʻs me. Have time for a&nbsp; one more session?" The person on the other end said some words, that lead Ace to make her own way to her car, and drive away. She knew that she and Andrea were not done having the conversation they shouldʻve had, a long time ago. She needed to prepare for that, and anything that would happen afterwards.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / The Lab by Alchemy Coffee</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 14:36:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg15693173#msg15693173">Quote from: Kokaine on 23-12-2020, 01:28:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is 'What?'</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gKBLtmu.png)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Araceli Dos Santos | Ace<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Status:</strong> 3rd year student | Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hella layers cuz its fucking cold.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Lab by Alchemy Coffee (A few blocks away from JCU)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 21st | Around 2ish<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Who tf knows?!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bunny Boy Dude</span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Getting off campus was not at all a difficult feat for Ace. There were only a select few who would bother with the hassle of trying to stop her from doing what she wanted given her proven ability to cause headaches with a mere look, program or no, and she could be lowkey when necessary. It was getting off campus without folks trying to tag along and draw far too much attention that was the real surprise. Exams really were a damned bummer.<br><br>Ace had never liked being left alone too long. Solitude made her broody and left her prone to overworking herself as she could easily get caught up trying to do too much either physically or mentally. Especially if she was trying to ignore the homesickness that often plagued her. If it wasn't that getting to her then she was likely to get herself in trouble because if she wasn't working hard she was bored. And bored Ace was bad. Very bad. <br><br>Boredom was the reason she'd ended up losing her original scholarship and getting shipped off to this place.<br><br>Wasn't it great then that she'd so clearly learned her lesson?<br><br>Exactly.<br><br>Humming under her breath, Ace pulled a hand free of her pocket and reached out to open the door. If you asked her, she had not a fucking clue why she was here other than a deep seeded aversion to staring at her text books any longer. But then, did it really matter why? The answer was, of course, no. It didn't matter one little bit. She was stepping inside to a warmer temperature and could scent delicious things of the warm and probably bad for her variety. This was great. She just needed to locate the pretty rabbit. <br></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is 'What?'</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WRt8IW1JH8/X-SI3Kc8FfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/SHJ2OlS6mE0x1EmrmGcFQvk-01lofq18ACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/e2b9d9a1e701c3b293e28a1f32b734e5.png)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases)<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Entrepreneur (Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | 1:50 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maybe Ace (Koka) / Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Lab by Alchemy Coffee (A few blocks away from JCU)<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.</span><br></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp;The weird thing that no one knew about Rabbit was, that even though waffles and syrup was the shit - he was appalled by the stickiness of it all. So, out from one of his jacket pockets, came a tiny plastic wrapped square, waiting to do damage control for his aversion. He ripped it open with his mouth, because even when you use a fork and a knife, somehow the evil goop still manages to jump onto things. His hands were a mess! With his short nails, Rabbit managed to pinch the white, wet, fibrous cloth out of itʻs home. "Thatʻs the stuff." He mumbled, as the wet sensation made his hands cool with every swipe. Really rubbing it out. The wrapper from his wipey had flipped over and now looked as if it could be a condom wrapper. But no one in their right mind would think heʻd be doing the dirty, right there in the cafe, would they?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As the blonde haired, bushy tailed one cleaned himself, the door of the shop swung open for the fifth or sixth time that afternoon. Not that he was too eager. There were lots of times he invited Instagram influencers, or YouTube gurus to hang out. A fair amount actually took the guy up on his offer. He was still waiting to hear back from Autumn Towler, seeing as how one of her brothers were now at JCU. But for now, heʻd see if Ace would get the goofy with him. He peeked at her through a finger frame, like The Magicians did in that stupid series, his nerdy client made him watch once. Now, to see if sheʻd be weirded out by his antics. "Ace Dos Santos. Whatʻs in your sandwich?" Heʻd seen a survey once, that asked that very question. Curiouser and curiouser.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Towler Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>26-12-2020, 12:17:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12315389#msg12315389">Quote from: Cerevan on 13-05-2016, 01:48:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/29379afa8eac684b78695a06a12708cc/tumblr_o4gmfnzEQq1vp8uy6o6_r1_250.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Autumn Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 23rd | Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eros Towler | Closed<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Of course. Autumn ought to have realized he would’ve seen Charles hold upon her hand. Even brief and perfunctory though that grip had been, it would irk Eros’s sensibilities, if not quite beyond bearing. By now she knew enough of her coolly perfect elder brother to know that had he been truly incensed he would have sent her to bathe. The mere scrubbing—by him, nonetheless—of her hands suggested that he wasn’t too irritated. Or, she thought with faintly raised eyebrows, that perhaps he’d missed her more than their phone conversation had suggested.<br><br>With him, it could be difficult to tell.<br><br>The possibility caused her to go easily with the unspoken directive of his hands. Easily she tipped her head back to meet his gaze for a heartbeat before lowering her eyes ever so slightly. Not enough to deny him the sight of them, but enough to suggest that she wasn’t attempting to stare him down. “You are late.” From the edges of her vision she caught his lips tilting into a disapproving frown.<br><br>“I apologize, Eros,” she murmured. The tone wasn’t quite the sugar sweet she used on adults but it had the molasses quality she’d learned early on that he liked. “There was some traffic outside Richmond.” It seemed unlikely he would care either way. Yet she would <em>not</em> allow some thought to linger in his mind that the tardy entrance might have been her own fault. No. If he could put it off to faceless masses, all to the better. If not? Well, Charles would surely find another job if it came down to it.<br><br>Pulled tight to his body, she pushed all thoughts of others from her mind. One breathy moan escaped her throat at his teasing nip. “An entire month without this.” Humming agreeably, she tilted her head as he continued to speak. An office building? That might be nice. Exhausting, trying to keep the peace between her two brothers if they were in close proximity. But nice. If only she didn’t have the suspicion that she would not be the only reason for Eros moving. Still, it’d be ever so much easier to set up a…<br><br>Autumn sank happily into the kiss. With Eros, everything was a demand to which she could only comply. Feeling somewhat daring, she allowed her hands to slide gently up his chest. Beneath his elegant suit, he as finely muscled as any of the classic statues they studied in her art history class. Only once he’d pulled back did she say, “It <em>would</em> be lovely to have you so close, big brother. I could bring you lunch, even, if you were in Richmond…”</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Cry little sister, love is with your brother</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.unep.org/gwa/images/Ian_Somerhalder_Renee_7_0001.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Eros Towler<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, Sept 23/6:23pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Antsy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What's in the image<br><strong>Location:</strong> Towler mansion. Eros' study overlooking the front entrance of the mansion<br><strong>Listening:</strong> the best of Bach (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY5RcR-LQj4)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>Incest AF</strong><br><strong>Word Count:</strong> 781<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Autumn Towler <em><strong><strong>[closed]</strong></strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>...... saving this for the morning<br></span></span>
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