A Lesson in Obsession
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				Title: <strong>A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 02:34:20</strong>
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				<strong>Characters</strong>(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l141/Mrs_wakamiya/Anime%20Girls/Girl.jpg)<br><br>Name: Viola Marianna DeVois<br>Age: 17<br>Race: Human<br>Height: 5"7'<br>Weight: 124 lbs.<br><br><br>Viola always had a viscious bratty streak. The daughter of a business man and a retired supermodel, she's quite used to have everything her little heart desires. The nice room, decorated to her specifications, full of all the toys and dolls every little girl wants. Pink, pretty, frilly. All satin and lace. And as she got older her demands grew, but they never went unsatisfied. She has the fancy 100,000 dollar car, the cellphone that is essentially a miniature computer, a walk-in closet that several hobos could easily call home. A child of priviledge.<br><br>Not to mention her stunning looks. She's got the face of a little aristocrat. Slender nose with gently rounded cheeks, set off by vibrant sea-green eyes surrounded by thick lashes. Her lips are sensual, cupids-bow in shape. A mane of saucy red locks flows about her shoulders. Needless to say, even when it comes to the boys in her life, she still gets what she wants, when she wants it. Refusal is hard to come by for this perfect little princess. <br><br>And yes, she is perfect...don't get it wrong or say otherwise in her presence. <br><br>(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/kouta.jpg)<br><br>Name: Lustilius Atawa<br>Age: 18<br>Height: 6'<br>Weight: 176<br><br>Personality: Lustilius is a bit shy and introverted, not opening up to many people. He likes sports but the kind where he doesnt really compete against others like running and weight lifting and he also has a brillaint mind that has an excellent grasp on the beginnings of quantum physics. Around girls his personality seems to take a very submissive outlook, usually following what they say or suggest without any question. <br><br>Background: Lustilius, or L as his friends call him, was born into a wealthy family of arms manufacturers almost 2 decades ago. Like many children of privelage he was tossed aside and sent to a foriegn all boys school to be forgotten by the immediate family. Due to finnancial problems with his old school he has returned to his home country and family and enrolled for his final semester in Stark's school for the gifted, a private school that only takes in the children with the greatest minds or deepest pocket books. <br><br>-----------------------------------------<br><br>It was a slightly overcast day with gray clouds as far as the eye could see. Snow flakes fell onto the earth, creating a blanket of beautiful white that covered the large city. Under this a young man walked along in his school uniform with a backpack slung over his right shoulder. He had that kind of look that made him look athletic yet not very muscular. There wasnt anything odd about him, everything from the way he carried himself to the way he wore his hair made him seem normal and unremarkable, at least to most people. <br><br>Finnally he came to the destination and he felt a bit nervous as he looked over the old four story victorian mansion that had been converted into a school almost a hundred years ago. The front yard was huge with a five foot brick wall surronding it and there were dozen's of students walking around and talking, just waiting for classes to start. L had already gone through the motions with the administration. He knew where to go, when to do it, and how to get there but for now since there seemed to be time he figured he would try to make some friends. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 03:00:45</strong>
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				Viola was standing in the expansive courtyard, her vibrant red hair flowing freely, dotted with the renegade snowflakes that decided to nestle on her head. Puffy white ear muffs kept her ears warm, and a black coat with white ermine cuffs and collar helped warding off the cold. Black woolen stockings clung to her legs, which would have been exposed to the wind due to the short skirt that the school's uniform dictated. Turning her head as she saw an unfamiliar face in the crowd, she espied Lustilius, and turned to the clique of her girlfriends.<br><br>"Hey...Is it just me, or is that a new kid?" She asked, jabbing her thumb in his direction. <br><em><br>"Looks new to me." </em>One girl replied, cupping her hand in effort to hide the smoldering cigarette they were all attempting to share. <br><em>"I think I saw him in the administration office a bit ago. Must have just enrolled."</em> Another answered, and they all stared.<br><br>Viola's smile grew suddenly, and she cried. "I call dibs!" And then trotted off to go see him. Coming alongside him with a hospitable and cheery smile, she stated. "Hey there, new guy! How are you?" Something just to get the conversation ball rolling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 03:37:54</strong>
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				As he heard the energetic voice he stopped and looked over at her with a look of suprise on how she was the one to approach him. He felt a little nervous, afterall for the last 11 years he had never even talked to a girl except his mother and older sister. He didnt know what to say or how to act with such a "different" person so he figured he would just go with what seemed natural with the guys he knew at his old school. "Um, Hi." he said simply as he looked into her eyes. "Im fine..." he said with a hint of nervousness in his voice and then he extended his hand. "Im Lustilius but my friends just call me L. How are you miss..uh?" he posed the question in a way that he might to anyone, wanting to know her name as well as throwing out the question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 03:55:57</strong>
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				His timid demeanor was almost cute! She found it peculiar that while he seemed so reserved that he looked her dead in the eyes. It was rather hypnotic! Snapping back into reality when he began to introduce himself, she brought back that cheery grin of hers and slipped her hand into his. "Lustilius, huh? I think I like L better, because I hope we're going to be friends."&nbsp; A quick giggle was snuck in before she replied with: "I'm Viola, but my friends call me Viola." Another dash of sarcastic snickering. "It's nice to meet you." <br><br>She held onto his hand a bit longer than necessary, and then returned her own to her jacket pocket. "So...where did you come from, seeing how you are new here and all." Her head canted upwards, so that she could continue to walk straight but still keep his face in her field of vision. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 04:10:24</strong>
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				"I would like to be friends Viola." he replied, still giving that cute reserved smile and still looking into her eyes. This was already going well, he wasnt even on the grounds five minutes and he had a cute girl already wanting to be his friend. Rather then walk along he stood there, holding his backpack with one hand while the other slipped into his pants pocket. "Well...um, I was going to a boys school in France till a little while ago. They had to shut the place down and they didnt plan to start it back up. My family lives just outside of town so I came back and enrolled here to finish off my last year...Im acctually a senoir." He still felt alittle shy around her, still unsure how to properly act around a girl but he was trying.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 04:22:53</strong>
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				Wow...her eyes nearly starcrossed! A Senior!?!?!? She was just a Junior, close to being top dog..but just not quite. And FRANCE??!?! Finally! A worldly individual!<br><br>"Really? France? I've only ever visited..Mostly Paris and Versailles. Uhm...<em>Parle vous Francias?</em>" She ventured, though one could see her speaking ability in the language wasn't that good. But it was an honest attempt anyways. The smile never seemed to flag from her expression, so she came across as a rather chipper and light-hearted young girl. Meanwhile, she was actually starting to look at him a little closer. He wasn't ugly, that was for sure..and his actions made him all the cuter. He seemed like such a softie!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 04:37:58</strong>
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				<em>"Oui. Je parle très bien français."</em> he replied. He was fluent in the language and spoke as if it was his native tongue but being there for so many years made it so that he always had to speak the language when outside the school, even though those times were rare. "My school was acctually out in the country so I didnt get to see Paris very much, except from a distance. My room gave a great view of the city in the distance though." He stopped himself there and blushed slightly in embarrassment, thinking that he was rambling on about a long off place. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 06:10:53</strong>
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				"Oh!" She exclaimed. "You <em>can</em> really speak it! I know only bits and pieces. I'm much better with Spanish and Italian. <em>Pero, los hombres frances es muy romántico..y guapo. No tengo que comprendar que estas hablando, siempre me desmayo."</em> She put the back of her hand to her forehead as though she were swooning, even closing her eyes for emphasis. A moment flickered by and she opened them again with a laugh. "That's really neat...to be attending a school with Paris in the distance."<br><br>It was then that she noticed the flushing in his cheeks. "Are you cold?" She wondered out loud...but then silently contemplated the hue stemmed from something else. Well, it would make sense. He seemed to be the shy type, but she could already tell she was winning him over. Which was good, new kids (besides the new crop of freshmen) were a commodity, and fashion statement here. The more you knew, but primarily, the cooler they were, increased your popularity. And of course Viola wanted to keep her high ranking!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 06:28:35</strong>
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				He couldnt help but chuckle at her response to him speaking french in front of her but as he saw her speaking and seeming to swoon something in him wanted to be the one she was swooning over. The redness of his cheeks faded slightly as he gave a nervous chuckle "Um, no...no Im ok. Its uh, not to cold out here." he replied. He was starting to like her, she was energetic and fun to talk to and he found himself wondering if they had any classes together.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 06:46:27</strong>
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				Canting her head to the side a bit, like a curious feline, she made sure there was no awkward silences. She was soooo not the type for that. "Do you know your class schedule? I can tell you which teachers are great, and which ones are complete dicks." Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of the school day. "Oh!" She cooed in surprise, looking to the clockface in the school's tower. "Well, I guess the saying is true! Time flies when you're having fun. Well, we better scuttle off. But..uh..look around for me! Especially at lunch, okay? Gotta trot!" <br><br>And like that she began to jog towards the building, turning around backwards to wave at him once more before whirling around again so that she could rejoin with her friends and make her way in. Immediately she went down the hall to her most reviled class...ALGEBRA II! She'd probably just sleep through it...or pass notes amongst the people she did know. Ugh...so boring...Plopping down in her desk, she'd pull out her text book from her back pack and a note book...and leave it at that. Then, turning to her right, she'd start to chit-chat about school affairs...from the new teacher, to the upcoming school dances, and the pep rally.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 07:04:30</strong>
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				He was about to say something but then the bell wrang, that cursed sound that told them that the time for socializing was done and it was time to get down to business. He waved as she ran off, his cheeks still a little flushed from being around her. He liked her, that was for sure, and he hoped that later they would have more timet o get to know eachother. <br><br>He was sent to the class right across from hers&nbsp; and there was a window between them put in years ago for some forgotten purpose. Calculus, one of the harder math classes for most people but he picked it up easily and was keeping a straight A average with little effort, unlike others he just "got it". They could see eachother easily if he thought to look over into the other class but instead he went on trying to make friends and talking to the girl seated next to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 15:39:57</strong>
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				She continued her little chit-chatting session until the teacher called the class to order. The instant he said: <em>"Now, if you open your text books to page 137..."</em> Viola's brain closed off to him, and she started to doodle on her notebook's cover. She had a thing for drawing hearts with different patterns covering them. As she started one with a starry pattern, her thoughts wandered over to the new kid. L...he was rather intriguing. He seemed like just the boon she needed to add to her social ring. The fact that he could speak French made him easily soar up the charts of teenage coolness. <br><br>As usual, she always peered out the window into the calculus class, just for lack of anything better to do. But this time, she noticed with great interest that L was in that class room! For a moment, she let her girlish silliness indulge itself...until he began to talk with a girl seated next to him. What?! Who was that? Suzette LaBianca! That bitch! How dare she! How dare <em>he!</em> She had called dibs...and meant it!<br><br><em>"Miss Viola, would you like to join us?" </em>The sarcastic call of her instructor brought her out of her angered reverie. <em>"Why don't you come up to the board and try problem #1."</em><br><br>With a groan, she rose up from her desk and reluctantly tried to solve the problem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 16:39:35</strong>
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				When she got done with the problem and turned to face the class the teacher shook his head, giving a quick recant about how to do the problem and where she had gone wrong. Through the window L sat there, saying a few more sentances before looking over and through the window. It was only a moment till he realized Viola was there at the front of the class and he waved at her, showing that same reserved smile that he had in the courtyard. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 02:46:51</strong>
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				With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she made her way back to her seat, looking out the window once again. Seeing L waving to her, she smiled and waved back to him, only to recieve a: <em>"Miss Viola! If you would actually pay attention, you might know how to do some of these problems!"</em> Again, she would roll her eyes and plop into her chair, folding her arms across her chest. Looking to the clock on the wall...ugh....then back to L...she'd cross her eyes and stick out her tongue at him, trying to amuse not only him, but herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 03:05:59</strong>
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				He watched her for just a little while before looking back at the front of the class while the teacher was trying to go over his lesson. He wanted to go talk to Viola more and meet some of her friends, and through them make more friends of his own but time was an eteranl enemy to that idea. Still he kept discretly looking back over her way from time to time between taking notes and helping the girl next to him to understand how to do the problems they were assigned.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 03:21:35</strong>
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				Eventually, Viola's eyelids got heavy, and her head found its way to the desk. She blamed it on the teacher's voice. He had a boring, monotone drone that was like a hypnotist's pendulum. Snoozing away, her face totally hidden by her arms, all that you could see was her long mane of vibrant red hair. <br><br><strong>BRRRIIIINNNNGGG!!</strong> The bell went off, and she snapped her head up. Her eyes still bore the signature of sleep on them, slightly droopy. Rubbing them, she sluggishly tossed her class materials in backpack and then made her way to the door. Every step seemed to perk her up more. But wait...L was in the class across! So, she waited just outside the door for him, that way she could schmooze him a little bit more. Leaning against the wall, a hand would smooth out her skirt while she watched the stream of students exiting the room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 03:49:40</strong>
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				As the bell went off he gathered his things and stuffed them into his backpack quickly and said goodbye to the girl he had been talking to as she ran out before him. He was almost the last one out and as he exited the class room he removed the uniforms jacket, showing a normal button up dress shirt underneath it. The jacket and backpack were thrown over one shoulder and there was the slightest hint of lavendar on him from the other girl. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:00:19</strong>
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				At last, she saw L making his exit. "Hey there, L!" She caroled to him, and stepped into stride with him. "How did your..." She caught a whiff of...Lavender?! He wore lavender? No...no way..SUZETTE!! Before she scowled, she blurted out the rest of her question and tried to keep the smile on her face. "firstclassgo?" Swallowing hard, she was able to maintain the friendly visage, but her inner anger was churning.<br><br>So...Suzette wanted to pull some slutty moves on him in order to curry his favor? Well, she could pull that too, and do it 10 times better. First, she would win him over, and then ram that bitch's face into the ground!! No one messed with her people, her turf, or her boys. <em>No one!</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:05:47</strong>
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				Her sudden outburst had startled him since he was looking the other way as he came out the door. Still he smiled and walked along slowly with her. "It was good, the teacher put me with a girl that knew her way around the ciriculum. I knew my way around it better though." he said with a grin. He looked over and into her eyes, staring into them for a moment "It looked like you were bored out of your mind in there."
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:12:28</strong>
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				"Oh!" She peeped, feeling her anger abate slightly. Well, if the teacher <em>made</em> him do it...then it wasn't so bad. Still! You never know with Suzanne. If she hadn't fallen asleep, she might have been able to observe what really went on. Next time, she would!<br><br>"Yeah...it's math. It's made to be boring! Numbers have no personality. I like subjects with personality." Looking up at him, and catching his gaze, again she felt this hypnotic pull. He always looked her directly in the eye. It almost made a shiver crawl up her spine. Time to start the seduction game. "Uhmm..what class do you have next? Perhaps we can walk there together? That is, if you'd like me to." <br><br>She already knew the answer, but still, if she seemed demure, it would make her appear all the more feminine. And that usually hooked most guys. 
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:23:36</strong>
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				He let out a little chuckle as they walked along and his hand brushed up against hers, almost to the point where they were holding hands. In that moment he felt a bit of heat in his cheeks and she could see a hint of red cross over them. "Um...Ive got gym next. Ive heard that the instructors pretty much just have everyone play basketball the whole time...I thought maybe I would run a couple laps and then skip class. Im not too good at that kind of thing."
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:38:48</strong>
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				She let her smile grow when she felt his hand slide across hers, and she lowered her eyes shyly for a moment. While she was tempted to outright grab it, teachers had a tendency for jumping all over that kind of thing. PDAs they called it. When she looked back up at him, she could see his cheeks were flushed again. So...he really was that shy! Awww! <br><br>In reply to his upcoming class, she giggled. "Oh! You must have Coach Hiram next! That sounds like him. I just have a study hall next. HEY! I've got an idea. Why don't I just kinda siddle out of study hall, and then come get you. Coach trusts me completely, and I'll tell him some story about you being the poor new kid and since I'm a mentor I ought to show you around blah blah blah. He'll totally buy it. Then, we run amuck for the next hour. What do you say?" She looked rather earnest about it, and even gave him a cajoling nudge with her elbow.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:47:28</strong>
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				He couldnt help but let out a little chuckle and nod at the idea. He wanted to spend some more time with her and get to know her better and this was the perfect way to do it. "That sounds like fun. Ill run a little late so I wont have to change clothes after you get there. What do you want to go do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:56:56</strong>
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				She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh...I'm sure we'll think of something!" How naive! "I'll walk you to the gym, then run to study hall. Yeah, try to putz around, like, try chatting Coach up, you know, with new kid questions. That'll buy me some time, though I promise it won't be long at all."<br><br>As they kept walking, she giggled. "You can handle that, can't you?" She was wondering if he could. He seemed so introverted. Could he strike up a conversation and hold it? Well, the ones he had with her didn't count. She had a finesse for keeping conversations flowing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:09:47</strong>
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				He took in a sharp breath and stretched as the came to the gym doors. "I guess well find out. Ill see you soon." he answered before going in. As he entered the gym he realized that it smelled just like one and saw both boys and girls around. Some were playing sports, others were talking with their cliques, and still others were just entering or coming out of the locker rooms. <br><br>L walked through the large indoor basketball court and into the locker room where he found an empty locker to put his things into. Instead of changing he walked back out to the court and stopped by the teacher who was sitting on his butt and just watching everyone. He took in a deep breath and was about to approach him but got distracted as a group of girls walked by, clearly admiring him. He was the new kid though, all the girls were going to look at him like a he was a brand new boy toy and all the guys were going to want to get to know him as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:28:43</strong>
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				"Right!" She said, and then turned to hurry-walk to her study hall. When she got there, she set her things at her desk and went up to the teacher, Mrs. Weatherby, and asked if she could have a library pass. "I need to work on Social Studies paper for Mr. Ingles." She explained, and with little thought, was given the pass. Then, she made her way back to the gym and entered. Immediately she looked over the crowd and saw L standing there...letting himself being stared at by a gaggle of girls. Her nose wrinkled as she contorted her face into an huffy scowl. This was not good! She had to act fast!<br><br>Trotting over to him, letting the enraged look evaporate, she put a cheery smile on her face as she put a hand on his shoulder as she approached. "HEY!" She called. "Are you ready to go? Come on!" Without even giving him a chance to respond, she put a hand on his wrist and pulled him over to Coach Hiram. "Hey there Coach!" She caroled prettily, with every ounce of her girlish charisma in full swing. The older man looked up at her and offered a half-smile. <em>"DeVois. What are you doing here?" </em><br><br>Flashing him a brilliant grin, she'd answer. "That's just the thing, Coach. This guy here, his name's Lustilius, and he just arrived. Now, you know I'm in the mentor program, and they've assigned me to him for the day. So, I was wondering if we could use some class time in order to give him a more thorough tour of the school. I can't have him floundering around and getting lost, you know." <br><br>Coach just looked at her, dead-pan. "Fine.." She conceeded. "Tack on two extra laps at practice. Deal?" Sticking out her hand, she waited for him to take it. Hiram would regard Lustilius for a moment, and then take Viola's hand. <em>"Deal, kiddo."</em> Taking out his planner book, he drew up a pass for both of them. <em>"Here. Take 'em and skedaddle."</em><br><br>"Thank youuuuu!" She crooned, and then started to drag L off in the other direction. "See? What did I tell you?" She said to him in a lowered voice. "Piece of cake."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had been busy talking to the girls just as Viola had come up and one of them was right in the middle of asking him out on a date but never got to finish. Almost like a puppy he followed Viola around the whole situation, looking confused and letting himself be dragged along. When they finally got out of there he took a deep breath and smiled as he looked into her eyes agian. "That was great, you really know your way around here...so what now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Soooo...You follow me." Keeping a hold of his wrist, she let her grip tighten slightly. "I want to show you something really cool."<br><br>Pulling him out of the gym, she then walked out towards the lobby area. Working their way across it, they'd breeze past a large set of double doors. "That's the auditorium. I'm going to show it to you...but give you the best view in the house, shall we say." There was a corridor that sprouted just after the doors, veering off to the left. She'd turn down this, still lugging him along. A little door towards the end of the corridor would appear, and Viola looked behind them to make sure no one could see them. "C'mon!" She said encouragingly, and then opened the door. The room that was inside it was dark, dimly lit by a solo light. A cast-iron spiral staircase was before them, and one could see it went up through the ceiling. <br><br>Moving over to the first step, she'd put her foot up on it. "Hope you're not afraid of heights." Releasing his hand, she'd start to climb the stairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:57:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to follow her like that lost puppy, unable to look away from where she wanted to go and the things they saw along the way. When they got to the staircase he put a foot on it, pressing down hard to make sure the thing was sturdy before he looked back up toward her. "No heights dont bother me at all." he replied before walking up the steps just behind her. "This is kind of an odd place, whats up here?" he asked curiously
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 06:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Youuu'll seeeee." She crooned in that sing-song voice, and continued on climbing. The light faded and it grew darker as they went up, until it was almost pitchblack. Then, a faint light from up above lit the way, but just barely. At the top, Viola stepped to the side, and held out her hand to him. "Here. I know my way around here, even in the dark." <br><br>Then, she'd bring him up into the little room. Before them was a large, open window of sorts, and below them was the endless rows of seats, leading up to the large stage with it's massive curtains. In one spot by this glassless window was a spotlight. "This is the spotlight room. I got to work the light when I was on the Stage Crew and Theatre club. It's my favorite little hideout." In fact, she had a little stash up here too. Including a thin gym mat she had stolen when Coach Hiram wasn't paying much attention. "We can hang out up here and not have to worry about getting caught, at all!" Moving away from the window now, she moved over towards the back of the room. The ceiling slanted, leaving the back area so low that you had to crouch down. She found the rolled up mat and brought if foreward. Then, she'd unclip the binding on it, and it unrolled across the small expanse of floor. Sitting down on it then, she'd pat an empty space on it. "Have a seat!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 06:30:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The climb up seemed to take forever to him but that was probabl because he kept missing the steps since they were spaced differently from normal stairs. At the top he took her hand and his fingers instinctivly curled around her hand, holding it like any couple might as they walked through the darkness. He didnt know any different since he had been in an all boys school up till now. <br><br>When the room opened up and lit up he took a long look around and her comand to sit by her was the only thing to make him look back toward her. "This is a nice place Viola." he said as he sat down where she had indicated and leaned back, relaxing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 06:37:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again, she smiled, though it was a little hard to see. Their eyes would adjust as time went on. "I'm glad you like it." She answered, and she leaned forward a bit. <br><br>"So...did you have alot of girlfriends while you were in France?" She began. It was time to start probing into his relations with the opposite sex. After all, she'd caught him talking to girls one too many times. She wanted to make sure that his shyness was true blue, or if it was just some Casanova scheme he was hiding behind. And...either way, she was still going to make her mark on him...she just needed a way to work up to it, and this was one of the best ways she knew. Start peripherally, then work towards the center.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 07:06:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked over at her and a hint of red crossed over his cheeks though it was hard to see in such a dark place. He shook his head side to side as he looked at her. "Um...No..n-no there werent any girls at my old school. It was an all boys school, I acctually havnt talked with a girl at length before...well, other then my mom and older sister. I guess Im a little new to it, girls seem like theyre, for lack of a better world, alien"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 18:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really?" Wow. She would have thought they would be allowed off-campus or something. One all-girl academy used to arrange dances with the nearest all-boys school, to ward off lesbianism...or so one of her instructors had muttered. <br><br>"Well, I don't have three eyeballs or eight arms, so I am not an alien!" Her excitement rippled. This was uncrossed territory she was heading into. "But...does that mean you've never even kissed a girl? And your sister and mom don't count!" She waggled a finger in the darkness at him, her playful expression still not abating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 23:15:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes really. We didnt get a lot of privleges." he whispered. "I see your not that kindof alien, I just ment that right now at least, girls seem foriegn...maybe different is a better word for it."<br><br>Her next question made him turn as red as a tomato and he instinctivly turned away, looking down at his shoes as if trying to hide his reaction. "I...um, no Ive n-never kissed a girl b-before..." For him it was hard to know what to say and harder still to know how to say itbut he figured honesty was the best way to talk to her and any other girls he got to know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:12:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped in disbelief. "REALLY!?!" She asked yet again.&nbsp; That was just too much! A good looking fellow like him with virgin lips! Feeling all the more daring, she decided to see how much she could push the envelope here. <br><br>But one more question.."Well...do you like girls? I mean, it's okay if you don't and all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was the most embarrassing question of all and if his face could have turned anymore red then it would have. "No..I...uh, I like...g-girls...I-I...just dont know how to...act..around them..." he choked out. He never exepcted anyone to ask something like that, just because of the enviroment he was in didnt mean that he went that way. Like any guy he knew how to appreciate the look of a beautiful girl but he had never gotten the chance to do anything with one before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:32:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wrinkled her nose a little bit, though this wasn't an expression of anger or dislike, but playful skepticism. "Hmm...I don't know if I believe you. I think you need to prove it to me. Right now."<br><br>Scooching across the mat so that she was facing him, and much closer she murmured. "I think you should kiss me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:37:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing that made him look up at suprise and his voice raised up without him even realizing it. "What!?" he almost shouted as he looked at her face. "B-but I...dont know...how to" he whispered. He wanted to, after hearing that he really wanted to but embarrasment and indecision prevented him from doing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please tell me you've watched a movie once or twice. Just...kiss me. Don't think about it! I'll close my eyes." She did, letting her eyelids descend over them and she tilted her chin upwards. After a moment...she'd then add, peeping one eye open for just a minute. "And if you don't to me, I'm going to do it to you." Her eyes quickly shut again, and she waited patiently. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:53:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright." he whispered. He swallowed hard and leaned forward, putting his lips together. His hands reached out and set on her upper arms as if to draw her closer for the intended kiss. A moment later his lips touched her lips. In that brief moment it was like an electric spark mingling between their lips before they parted. It was just a little peck before he pulled away slowly, finding himself wanting to kiss her more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She waited, and waited..until she felt him growing near. The warmth of his breath on her face gave it away. Then, his lips descended onto hers and immediately goosebumps raised on her skin as that electrifying chill swept over her. When the kiss ended, she opened her eyes slowly. For a moment, she found it hard to form something to say. So, in an effort to bide her some time, she cleared her throat daintily.<br><br>Then, she murmured. "So...think you'll ever want to do it again?" She was really hoping he'd say yes. For..she really wanted to do that again. And maybe, a little bit more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, of course." he said quickly, so quickly in fact that he hadnt realized he had given the answer till a second later. "I...um...that was fun...different, but fun...and it felt...right?" he admitted. A hand absently lifted up as his fingers ran over her lips and the lingering memory got in the way of what he was going to say and of what he was supposed to be concentrating on. After a moment he lowered his hand and looked back at her face, feeling nervous at what he was about to ask. "So...does that mean were...boyfriend and girlfriend now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:35:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A bit of a nervous giggle was heard coming from Viola as she listened to him. "Yeah. I liked it." When his hand came up and touched her lips, she could scarcely breathe, and didn't until he moved his fingers away. <br><br>In response to his question, she would say. "Well, boyfriends and girlfriends usually kiss alot more. They make out...." A moment of awkward silence and then. "Do you want to make out?" She was rather willing to do so, and even more willing to teach him if necessary. What better way to kill the time in a dark, quiet room?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:47:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...um, I think...I want to do it all...but do you...want to...be my girlfriend?" he asked nervously. He wasnt sure what to do next or even if he was going about all this the right way, it made him nervous about overstepping a barrier or line. His head was swimming, partly because he found himself getting a little aroused and partly because he was trying to make sense of everything. For her these things were customary and normal but for him it was the exact opposite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 04:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scoffing lightly, she said with a bit of impatience. "Yes! Just shut up and kiss me already!" Reaching up, her hands would go to the back of his head and pull it towards her. Her lips would fall onto his now, a bit of force behind them. When she wanted something, she wanted it ten minutes ago. <br><br>Now, she had to admit to herself that she could make out with this guy and not necessarily be his girlfriend. It all depended on how good he was. He most assuredly wasn't her first, but she could tell that she was his. So, the decision was there. Did she want someone who was so green? Well...no time to think. Her tongue would snake out of her mouth, and run across his lower lip. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Lesson in Obsession</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 07:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It all happened so fast that he wasnt sure what would happen but at the touch of their lips again he leaned in and kissed her with everything he had. He wanted her to feel the passion and pent up frustrations that he had endured for years without any women. As their tongues touched he pulled back but only slightly before forcing himself to lean in and enjoy her. 
			</dd>
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