Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 23:40:52</strong>
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				Jack leaned back in the old wooden chair, and it creaked a little under even his moderate weight in the silence of the classroom. He glanced to the clock as Mr Reid finished explaining the nuances of the French Revolution and a small smile curved his lips as he noticed that there were only eight minutes left in the school week. This weekend should be one for the ages, Kevin and he were going to have another meeting of the club, and this one promised to be their best yet. <br><br>Never exactly a fan of history, Jack found himself totally unable to focus on the old man’s dreary monotone as his mind turned to the weekend’s planned activities. His eyes scanned the room from his desk at the back, taking in his classmates and pausing on each of the members. He pictured them as he’d seen them all many times: without the crisply ironed shirts and blazers, still looking as if they’d just been tailored despite the late afternoon sun streaking through the large windows. In the club, if you wore clothing at all - it was only because you had a particular fetish that you wanted to share.<br><br>His eyes alighted on the new girl, sitting a few rows from the front and frantically scribbling at her pad. Her blazer was sloppily slung over her chair and her shirt tails hung loose around her waist. He’d noticed her around and it had been clear that she was not Deerfield material, but the rumour was that her parents had written a cheque the dean couldn’t say no to, and so she’d been accepted. He shook his head a little but kept his eyes on her. She might not be used to all of this, but he saw potential in her… <br><br>Mr Reid finished his lecture just as the class bell rang and Jack stood up with the rest of his classmates, finding the arm of Mary and walking past the new girl, Carmen he seemed to remember her name was. Mary tutted loudly as she struggled with her heavy book bag. “Doesn’t she know you don’t have to carry them all around? This isn’t public school for chrissakes!” Jack’s ‘main’ girlfriend snorted. He just looked at her, disengaged her arm and stooped to help Carmen with her books. <br><br>“Sorry about her, she can be a bit crass.” He apologised, earning a pout and a hand on the hip from Mary who swiftly turned away from his earnest look and left the room in a hurry. “Oh well, looks like I’m in the dog house now… I’m Jack Winterman by the way, I don’t think we’re been formally introduced…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 01:42:18</strong>
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				It seemed every day each teacher had pages and pages of new notes that she had to learn. Carmen was convinced she was never going to catch up with all the work she needed to, having started the term a few weeks in was a huge disadvantage. She'd never earned a grade lower than a B and that was usually with no actual work on her part, now she was struggling to write down every word that was spoken. She hated Deerfield, she hated the idea of prep schools in general and she truly hated all these stuck up spoiled kids who thought they were gods gift.<br><br>The end of the first full week here was nearing and Carmen desperately wanted to go home where things made sense. What kind of a school, that charged the kind of admission this one did, locked you out of a class for being five minutes late for it and tack on a demerit? She wasn't entirely sure what a demerit even was but she'd managed to get one in her first week, which she was told by one of the teachers in a snooty new England tone, was highly unacceptable.<br><br>When the class ended she slung her bag over her shoulder and started to head back towards the dorms. She wasn't looking forward to the weekend, so far not a single person had spoken directly to her unless it was to insult her, and even then, it was said behind her back just loud enough so she'd hear it. <br><br>Carmen had heard the insult, but hadn't expected anyone to speak to her, let alone apologize or introduce themselves.<br><br>"You say crass, I say stuck up bitch, but whatever right. I'm Carmen"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 14:51:06</strong>
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				He flinched at her words as he handed her the last book. But he forced himself to chuckle a little, she was certainly different, and she was pretty hot… <br><br>“Well, Carmen I’m not sure anyone here would use that language to describe someone else here. But I can see your point… Which dorm are you in? I’ll walk you back if you’d like, maybe we can talk a little more.”<br><br>He knew that if he wanted to have her as part of the club, and all of the benefits that included, he was going to have to smooth some of the rough edges off of her. Otherwise she’d never be accepted by the fellow members. But there was something else that made him want to make the effort, maybe all his parent’s philanthropy was finally rubbing off on him. Or maybe it was just something about her, other than her obvious physical charms. <br><br>Standing from his stooped position he offered a tight lipped smile, his small mouth curving at the corners and his large brown eyes lit up a little. He ran one hand through his short black hair and adjusted his own much lighter bag on his shoulder. He was settled in these familiar halls, and he’d never had to induct someone so foreign to their ways. Not that anyone was forcing him to take on this new responsibility, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would somehow be worth all the effort. <br><br>“So where are you from originally? No offence, but it’s pretty clear you’re not a Massachusetts native…” He tried to keep the scorn from his voice, as he really was interested in getting to know this girl a little better, but he knew that he hadn’t managed to mask all of the disdain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 16:57:30</strong>
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				It was hard not to take offense at the tone he used when he asked where she was from and that it was obvious that she wasn't from here. Well she was glad not to be from this place, she'd never met a group of people she disliked as whole before this, but the rejection still stung, and she knew it was going to be a painfully long year. <br><br>Why was Jack talking to her? It was obvious his barbie doll replica of a girlfriend was having an absolute fit over it, so why was he bothering? It was possible he was just a genuinely nice guy, though she dismissed that thought outright. <br><br>"And since I'm not a native that makes me trash right? I know what you and your friends say about me, I don't really care, I'm not ashamed from being fro Queens, that's in New York if you've never heard of it, I realize your world is a little on the small side"<br><br>To her credit, Carmen knew she was being a little unfair, he'd come up to her and had, she supposed for someone like him, been nice. But she didn't trust nice around here, for some reason they reminded her of the kids from the movie Carrie, but prom was a long way off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 02:27:34</strong>
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				Failing to hide his flinches at her words, Jack reminded himself that this would be a fun new challenge and that breaking her in would be a great deal of fun - he had only to glance at her body again to see that. <br><br>“Listen, I know it can be difficult moving to a new area, especially with the adjustment of a new school too. How about you join me for some dinner a little later, we can talk about the way things work around here and I can assist you in acclimatising…” As she stood he stole a quick glance at her pert bottom and his mind flashed with an image of it painted red from his whip and bouncing on the end of his shaft. He swallowed that thought for now, he had to concentrate on ingratiating himself with her first. <br><br>Offering her a genuine smile he looked at her scowl and felt the full brunt of the task ahead of him. It had been a long time since he had felt this much desire for someone though, and he would not be easily dissuaded. “So, what do you say?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 20:13:22</strong>
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				He wanted her to have dinner with him? She wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Part of her wanted to tell him where he could shove his dinner invitation and the other part of her was somewhat intrigued. <br><br>"I say I don't think your girlfriend would like it too much"<br><br>Having dinner with someone would be a welcome change from the isolation she'd been in since she'd arrived here. Aside from a few insults here or there, this was the first time anyone had bothered to speak to her at all, and she was going to push that away? She still couldn't shake the feeling that she was being set up for something, but maybe, though she doubted it, maybe she was being a bit paranoid. <br><br>"I guess so, sure"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 23:33:13</strong>
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				As she assented to his request he smiled again at her, a genuine relaxation creeping across his chiselled features. Looking over her again with a subtle yet critical eye. He was quite sure that she would be welcomed into his club with open arms, or open something at least. He knew that she was far from ready for that though, and that much as he would love to use this weekend’s meeting to introduce her, he could not. He may even have to miss some of the events as he began to teach her how to fit in.<br><br>“Great! And don’t worry about Mary - she’s not exactly my girlfriend anyway.” He let the sentence linger in the air, the ambiguity of his words designed to play on her mind for a while. She would see soon enough what they meant. “How about we meet in the dining hall at 7?” He knew that she would need to study, and that by 7 o’clock the hall would be beginning to empty a little, allowing for a more intimate dining experience. He also knew which students were assigned to serve tonight, and knew that he could trust them to assist him if necessary. Although truth be told that was the case with most people at the school.<br><br>Heading for the exit, he turned to smile one more time at her. “See you at 7 Carmen - I truly can’t wait.” The words dripped smoothly from his lips and he meant them with complete sincerity, but the lasciviousness of his intent was hidden immaculately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deerfield Academy - An induction in more ways than one... (Sarcyn &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 04:20:22</strong>
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				From the time of her last class till around 6:30, Carmen spent her time studying and doing as much of her weekend assignments as she could so she wouldn't have the extra time this weekend to do some catch up work. As much as she liked to think she'd manage to pull off decent grades here, she was seeing it was going to be much more difficult than she originally thought. <br><br>Glancing at the clock, she realized she didn't have the time or inclination for distractions like Jack or the trouble it was going to cause with people like his girlfriend, no matter what he thought about her being exactly or not exactly that. She should just skip dinner and avoid the hassle, though she knew if she did that, she'd be giving these rich snobs exactly what they wanted, she refused to retreat, especially with something as harmless as dinner. Jack would be impossible to avoid anyway, he was in two of her classes.<br><br>For a moment she thought about fixing herself up a bit, touching up her makeup and finding something nicer to do with her hair. But then, who was she trying to impress? Screw it she thought, if he didn't like the way she looked, well she wasn't the one who asked him to join her for dinner anyway. Around ten till seven she made her way down to the dining hall.
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