Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]
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				Title: <strong>Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 20:19:11</strong>
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				Marcus, tossed his shaggy mop of red hair back out of his face where the wind had blown it.&nbsp; He glanced down the side of the building as he walked a long the ledge the encircled the rough of the Math and Sciences building.&nbsp; He had snuck up here to have a smoke before his next class.&nbsp; Stephen frowned at him, "You're going to break your neck one day Marcus."<br>Marcus took a long drag on his cigarette and then flicked it out arching over the edge and watched the point of flame descended the four stories to the ground.&nbsp; "Well if I do, then I won't have to keep hearing you whine all the time."&nbsp; He hopped down and strode over to the door pulling it open, "Come on lets get this class over with."&nbsp; Stephen and the few others from their small clique followed after him.<br><br>Introduction to Biology.&nbsp; A required class for anyone doing an arts or humanities degree at SouthEastern.&nbsp; Marcus knew this class was going to be just as bad as the biology classes he had taken in high school, but maybe the teacher would at least be something good to look at.<br><br>He sighed however as an old man in his mid-sixties took his spot at the front of the class and started to drone away, reading right from the syllabus.&nbsp; Marcus wanted to scream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 20:32:20</strong>
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				Shifting the weight of the books in her back, Rae sighed as she tried not to let her bag slip from her shoulders or soon enough break her own spine. She was happy to be in college, honestly, it was a pleasant change of pace then highschool and she didn't have the same horrors lurking behind her back every night, ready to drown her in the melancholy mood she was so well known for. Here, in SouthEastern, things were different. She could start over. Maybe she could even...oh, no, wait, nevermind. What was she thinking? There was no way she could do that.<br><br>Rae was here on an Art Scholarship. She had an amazing talent for drawing people and her portfolio had been praised highly. <br><br>However this was only the first year and as such there were general classes needed to be taken. Walking into the room she looked around, her eyes were hazel with a mix of brown, gold, and green. With long dark lashes and expressive eyes people would always comment on them at first. She had long chocolate brown hair and bangs that now a days hid those pretty eyes, with black rimmed glasses perched on her nose, she kept her head down as she went to a desk.<br><br>She was at five foot two with a bronzed skin tone and a curvaceous body. Full breasts and round hips, she was definitely a gorgeous girl to look at,not too skinny and not too fat, she was soft and all woman. Dressed in jeans and a button up white shirt she had on a lacy black tank top under neath and black Vans on her feet.<br><br>Looking up just for a moment she scanned the room, seeing faces she had never seen in her life, her eyes lingered on a bright color of red attached to a young man's head her eyes met his and then quickly she looked away as she sat down and an old man started to talk. Rae wasn't good at science so this was just lovely, a boring teacher to make things interesting, not.<br><br>Getting out a notebook she wrote, but soon her attention made her doodle.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 20:47:49</strong>
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				Marcus shifted in his seat trying to get a better look at the girl who had just walked in.&nbsp; She was stunning that was sure.&nbsp; The lecture went on, and on, and Marcus slipped back in his seat a bit.&nbsp; The chair in front of him was empty and he kicked his feet up onto it.&nbsp; He didn't even bothering trying to take notes, he'd just copy Stephen's later.<br><br>After a few minutes Marcus started to snore, the professor hearing the sound glanced up.&nbsp; "Excuse me!&nbsp; You there in the third row!"&nbsp; Stephen poked Marcus in the ribs and he woke up with a start.<br>"My classes are for learning not for snoring."<br>Marcus sneered down at the old man, "Well I'm learning how to take a good nap."<br>The old man started to say something, then glanced at his watch.&nbsp; "Class is over for the day.&nbsp; And you young man, will need to stay awake next class or I will have you out."<br><br>Marcus just laughed as he grabbed his book back and darted ahead of his friends trying to near that girl who had caught his eye.&nbsp; At 5'7" and nearly a 180lbs it wasn't hard for him to cut a path through a throng of people, and even in his first week here, he'd been in a couple of fights in the bars around town so his reputation was starting to proceeded him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 21:02:16</strong>
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				The outburst of the teacher had made Rae jumped, almost scared that it had been her he was trying to scold she looked up in surprise only to see it had been the interesting red head he was staring at. She looked back as the guy made a smart comment that set the teacher off further and made her just a bit more nervous then what she would have liked to be.<br><br>Sighing deeply she got up, glad that class was in fact over, maybe she could get to her dorm room and fix up some things or perhaps even pay a visit to the art room. Walking on she barely noticed how quick the red headed boy had moved until his right shoulder collided into her, dropping her book bag, her papers and text books went flying all over the floor as various drawings of men, women, and kids came out. <br><br>All were exceptionally done in a style all her own, showing the likeness of the humans, even if most of them were only doodle. Rae groaned softly, seeing people step on her things, she looked up sharply to the guy who had made a mess. She said nothing though and dropped to her knees as she began to pick stuff up. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 21:13:45</strong>
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				Marcus tried not to laugh at himself.&nbsp; He had meant to catch up with her, not spill her stuff, but at least he has caught up.&nbsp; He bent down and scooped up some of the papers, almost wrinkling them in his haste before he noticed what they were, then he started to gather them carefully.&nbsp; One large guy from the football team deliberately&nbsp; stepped on one that Marcus was reaching for, nearly catching his hand.&nbsp; Marcus's hand shot out grabbing the large guy by the ankle and yanked hard, spending the him hard to the ground.<br><br>Marcus grabbed the last couple of books that he had split of the girls and then grabbed her hand, pulling her through the throng of people that had now become even more congested with the large linebacker on his back just in front of the door.<br><br>After they had slipped down another hallway Marcus stopped puffing a little and smiled at her.&nbsp; "Here."&nbsp; He handed her back the books and papers he was holding.&nbsp; "Sorry about bumping you."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 21:38:49</strong>
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				The sudden rush of moving through bodies and scrambling after a boy she barely knew who had kept a firm grasp of her hand made her sway back and forth as she made sure to keep her books and bag close. Finally they stopped and she was surprised to have all her stuff given back. She'd honestly half expected him to go into an alcove and-oh pish posh. Not everyone was as evil as <em>him.</em><br><br>Getting her things from the young man she cleared her throat and licked her lips nervously, looking up, her cheeks went pink with her nervous nature and she just nodded at him. "It's uh, it's okay." She said and shrugged her left arm up against her cheek. "Mistakes happen."<br><br>Now that she was close to him she couldn't help but trace his face with her eyes, to look at the beautiful color of his hair and wonder just what paint tones would go well if she should draw him, Red, orange, brown, yellow, purple, black...she drew in a shaky breath as she realized she had been staring. "You must have been in a rush. No biggy, I guess...I'll be on my way now? See you in class?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 21:45:58</strong>
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				Marcus smiled as she looked at him, he knew his red hair often caught peoples eyes. "Well I was in a rush, but now I'm not.&nbsp; &nbsp;I caught up with you.&nbsp; He smiled at her and offered his hand, "Marcus."<br><br>He looked her over as he waited for her to respond to his greeting.&nbsp; She was stunning, but something about her eyes made him feel sad, it was like when you looked at a deer just before it got hit by a car.&nbsp; Not the trapped in the headlights at night look, no that look it gave you just before it screams, that "Why are you hurting me" look.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 21:50:37</strong>
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				He had caught up with her? That was most odd.<br>No one had ever tried to catch up with her, usually it was her chasing them. Her lips parted slowly and then closed before she smiled, dimples sank into her cheeks and she looked at him like he was a bit weird, yet fascinating.<br><br>With her hand meeting his she spoke, "Hi Marcus. I'm...Rae," she said and shook his hand before pulling her own away. "It's nice to meet you." She tucked a lock of hair behind her left ear before she looked at him and asked. "So where will you be heading to next? Another class? Luckily my next one doesn't start for a few hours," she nodded. "Um maybe we can grab something eat? I'm quite hungry to be honest."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 21:59:40</strong>
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				"Something to eat sounds nice."&nbsp; Sure he had class, but cutting class was nothing new to him.&nbsp; "There's a nice little coffee shop just off of campus that also does sandwiches."&nbsp; He hadn't brought any books to class, and reached out and took her book bag from her putting it over his own shoulder.&nbsp; He playfully winced at her, "You know you don't need to carry all the books for every class you have right?"<br>He turned down the hallway and lead her towards the door, there wasn't really any doubt in his mind that she'd follow, since he had taken her bag.
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 22:50:37</strong>
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				"Oh," she gasped in surprise when he took her bag away, she blinked and then followed after him shyly. She blushed and laughed just a tiny bit, "Yeah I know. But you never when you'll need to have all your stuff nearby." Basically meaning you never knew when the time would come to run away and never look back.<br><br>"I'm a bit paranoid," she confessed and smiled, "Sorry." As they walked on she said, "So. Marcus, uh, what are you majoring in? What's your plans for the future and all of that?" She arched a brow as they went together down the halls towards the exit and outside. She was curious about him and wondered just what he was all about.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 23:34:17</strong>
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				Marcus turned and looked her, laughing.&nbsp; "Well Rae, I'm not sure what my major is yet.&nbsp; I've not picked one."&nbsp; Being a freshman, he didn't even really care what he'd major in.&nbsp; His father was going to having him situated in the firm one way or another not matter what Marcus wanted.<br>"As for my future, its what ever it ends up to be.&nbsp; At the moment, my future, is having lunch with a lovely young woman."<br><br>Marcus reached out and opened the door for the coffee shop, and set Rae's bag down at a near by table.&nbsp; He carefully took her by the elbow and lead her to the counter.&nbsp; "There's the menu" pointing to the large board on the back wall.&nbsp; "Order whatever you'd like.&nbsp; My treat."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 23:46:11</strong>
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				Not picked one? Just what kind of thing was he running? How could he not even have a general idea of the life he wanted? She looked at him like he was some exotic animal in a land where there were only white bird and he was the sore red thumb that stuck out from everyone else's conventional ideas.<br><br>Going inside she blinked, "Are you sure though? I don't want to make you think I'm just using you for your money and everything..." her stomach gave off a deep growling noise and she realized she had no time to sit by modestly. She was hungry. And she didn't know what his plan was if he wanted to just talk or if there was something more Rae wanted no part of. For right now though she would just enjoy the ride.<br><br>"Okay, um, banana nut muffin and a bottle of Starbucks Frappuccino, Vanilla, please." She told the man up front who nodded and punched in her order before looked at Marcus, waiting for his.<br><br>Rae grabbed a seat and waited for Marcus, she smiled gently, as she kicked her bag closer where he had sat it at and sighed, "Thanks. Not everyday I get treated by a cute boy--gah, I mean..." she shook her head blushing, "Yeah. Thanks."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 19:35:25</strong>
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				Marcus laughed as her stomach gurrgled, and watched as she went to the table.&nbsp; He smiled, admiring her cute tight ass.&nbsp; "I'll have a BLT on rye.&nbsp; And an iced mocha."&nbsp; He then returned to the table waiting for them to bring their orders.<br>Marcus pulled a chair around and straddled it, smiling at her, as he lay his head on her arms.<br><br>"So what's your major then Rae?"&nbsp; He watched her lovely eyes, and then his eyes flicked to her lips and he found himself wondering what her lips would taste like.&nbsp; He watched her face, her eyes were soft and kind, but...there was something hidden behind them also.
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 00:11:11</strong>
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				Looking at Marcus she found herself unbelievably drawn to him. She knew he was a bad boy, he bent the rules and he was never effected by others. He lived his life and it was a life he wanted. Rae wished she had his spine, his courage to run through life head on. She could never be like him. Sighing she smiled.<br><br>"I'm majoring in Art." She answered, "It's the only way I got in here. Lots of scholarships from my portfolios, and...loans," she nodded, looking into his eyes she went on. "I love drawing, it's the one thing I could never give up, it's like my air, you know..." She wanted to say more but she was afraid if she did the odd request of&nbsp; wanting to draw him would pop out. She did that with beautiful people, she just asked if she could draw them.<br><br>Looking into his eyes she said, "So. You have no real major? I mean surely there's something you could do...something you love, that you could major in and make a life out of?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 20:34:32</strong>
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				Marcus shrugged at her question.&nbsp; "Well I like a few things.&nbsp; I like to race, I've got a sweet bike that I've been tweaking for street racing.&nbsp; I like to beat the crap out of people who I don't like, or those who hurt my friends.&nbsp; And right this moment, I like sitting here with you.&nbsp; Not really sure if there's much in any of that I could make a major out of."<br><br>Just then their food arrived and Marcus tore into his BLT ravenously hungry like he always was.&nbsp; Despite eating almost all the time there was just something about the way his metabolism that kept him always hungry and eating, but never gaining more then what his frame seemed to be able to handle.&nbsp; <br><br>After a few minutes, he looked up suddenly, his eyes almost trying to pierce&nbsp; hers.&nbsp; "Why'd you get into art?"
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 23:59:08</strong>
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				Wow,street racing. Rae had always wondered if things like that were for real. Or just some souped up fairytale to make little boys and teenage men drool. Looking into his eyes she smiled a bit, "Loyal, competitive, and sweet." She tilted her head towards him, "You could go and look into bike designing, or something like making bikes. Or I don't know, a police officer...agent."<br><br>Rae smiled when her food came and she took the large muffin and took a hearty bite out of it, moaning just a bit and swallowing her drink before he looked at her her and asked a question.&nbsp; Arching her brow slowly she then shrugged and said. "Art is my life." She answered, "It makes me happy when no one or nothing else can. When I draw or paint, or pottery even, I just feel like I can do anything. I tried going without drawing for a while, " right after she had gotten raped the first time she grew numb. Her step father had been the one to invade her body for five months straight atleast twice a week. It had been hell on earth. "But...I needed art to make it through I realized. It's just that I can't nor will I ever give up."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 15:20:07</strong>
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				Marcus laughed at the idea of him being a police officer, "I don't think I have a good enough record to make it as a cop."&nbsp; Sure most of his record has been...cleaned up, but still even with it clean cops talked to cops, no matter where he went would he be able to get on a force.<br>"Design, well who knows, maybe design would be a good idea.&nbsp; I'd have to take some art classes to get a better feel for that kind of thing though I bet."&nbsp; He smiled at her, leaning in a bit closer.&nbsp; "Of course I might just take then anyways."<br><br>As he said that the door chimes rang and he turned to see a man in his mid forties enter the coffee shop.&nbsp; Marcus kept his eyes on him, watching him, something felt odd about the fellow.
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:31:33</strong>
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				Rae smiled, "If you could get some art classes I think it would be a lot of fun. You'd probably take a lot of the same classes as me our sophomore year and then move on to your own specialties. And if you wanted I could help out." She shrugged, the idea of art and others drawing made her bubbly and happy it would be fun to have a friend like him that could share the experience of drawing.<br><br>When the door opened and Marcus looked over she blinked and then looked over, immediately her heart sped up and she inhaled sharply before looking forward, her eyes were wide with fear and her hands were shaking as she clenched the bottle of starbucks and then gulped. Looking up to Marcus she put her right hand up over her face to maybe hide herself from...him.<br><br>Him and her mother had split up once her mom found out about the raping. She hadn't seen him since her Junior year of highschool. She never wanted to see him again.<br><br>Rae closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, as the man's voice sounded.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 19:07:18</strong>
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				Marcus looked from the man to Rae, and then to the man again.&nbsp; Then he stood, coming around to Rae, he bent down and took her hand.&nbsp; "I don't know who he is, but if you don't like him lets go."&nbsp; He said gently but firmly to her, he didn't like that hurt look on her face and would do anything to make it go away, he bent down lower, "Or if you'd like I'll hit him over the head with my chair."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 14:20:45</strong>
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				A cynical smile broke out along her face as she thought about Douglas, her mother's ex, being broken by a chair. To feel helpless and in pain, to know the true sensation of being nothing but used and abused. That darkness in her soul made her ready to give him the go-ahead but as Douglas looked around and his gaze fell on hers, Rae broke into shakes and she shook her head. She jumped up to her feet, looking up to Marcus her hand stayed firmly holding onto his even if her fingers were twitching with a sweaty palm and shakes and goosebumps broke out over her.<br><br>"Let's go. Please," she said as Douglas took a step forward, as if confused and pleased, Rae turned and yanked Marcus out of the cafe, nearly sprinting down the sidewalk, her hair flying behind her. They ran for two blocks until she stopped, panting heavily she let go of Marcus and leaned against the old brick wall of an abandoned apartment building.<br><br>"I'm sorry."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 17:07:50</strong>
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				Marcus stepped closer to her, panting a little, yes he was in good shape but he never had liked running.&nbsp; He lifted her chin gently with his fingers.&nbsp; "There's no need to be sorry Rae."&nbsp; He looked into her eyes, and felt an overwhelming desire to keep her safe, it wasn't something he had ever really felt for a girl before, lust yes, but compassion.&nbsp; He put his arms softly around her shoulders and drew her in close for a hug.<br>"I won't let him do anything to do you ever."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 17:45:06</strong>
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				The tender feeling of his fingers on her chin made her stiffen, looking up she blinked at his words. She didn't know, she barely knew the guy, but she trusted him. Her hazel eyes filled with tears and she gulped when he hugged her. Rae gave a few panting gasps as his arms would surround her, keeping her away from the cruel, harsh world.<br><br>She closed her eyes and nodded, she had already had things done to her by him but she wouldn't tell him that.<br><br>"Thank you Marcus."<br><br>Rae pulled away slowly and smiled, tears were running down her face and she really wished she had the courage to make it stop. "Um...I think I'm going to go to my dorm room now. I...I need some time to draw and get my head together."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 17:48:48</strong>
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				Marcus looked at her as she stepped away,&nbsp; "Do you want me to walk you back?"&nbsp; He hopped she'd say yes, because part of him was wanting to leave her right then and there and go back to the coffee house and beat the crap out of that guy for what ever it was he had done to her.&nbsp; But if he did that he'd most likely get taken away to jail finally, and then how could he protect her.
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 17:54:36</strong>
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				Looking at him she considered her options. She licked her lips slowly, thinking about what to do. If she went alone she knew she would be a paranoid mess, thinking that Douglas was around every corner waiting to violate her body yet again. She inhaled slowly and then nodded, "Yeah...please." She smiled, her hazel&nbsp; eyes hopeful and gazing into his own she then took his hand for protection, security, trust.<br><br>Ugh, what was she thinking?&nbsp; Trusting a guy she just met whose record was not clean. This was not like her. At all.<br>Yet with him something about him...it made her eager to know who he was. To find solace.<br><br>As they walked she was silent, her head was down, her hair hiding her face as she thought about that man. About the things he did to her. How he lied and broke her body before breaking her mother's heart and her bank account. The world was so cruel sometimes.<br><br>Nearing the campus she looked up, "Thank you." She said seriously, "For taking control back there and helping me...for...being there. I appreciate it. I really am sorry for freaking out and ruining our date-I mean, our...whatever that was, our lunch."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 19:00:42</strong>
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				"That's okay.&nbsp; You looked like you needed someone to take control.&nbsp; Sometimes we all need to be willing to let someone else be in charge.&nbsp; Some more then others."&nbsp; He smiled a little bit at her and reached out brushing her hair back away from her face, "And yes it was a date.&nbsp; And I'd like to take you on another one sometime."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 20:30:14</strong>
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				An intake of air was caught in her throat when he touched her. She looked down, blushing a little as he told her another date would be given up between them. She smiled softly and glanced up before coming forward and suddenly hugging him. "I would love to." She pulled away and grinned, "I'll...I'll see you in class tomorrow, hm? Ah, have a good day." Rae nodded and turned, walking hurriedly away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 18:59:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus stood there watching her walk away, his eyes following the sensual curve of her body.&nbsp; He then turned, he&nbsp; should have been in class an hour ago, but he didn't really care.&nbsp; He walked over to the student union and found a few of his friends.<br>"Hey Marcus!" said Mike, waving him over.<br>"Hey.&nbsp; What's going on?"<br>"There's going to be a race tonight, down at the old quarry, through the digs up to third street and then back.&nbsp; You in?"&nbsp; Marcus stood there thinking, "Yah sure.&nbsp; I'll meet you guys there, I'll go tweak my bike a little."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 00:04:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a bit Rae worked on her homework, going through and answering questions, leaving a few here and there blank since she had no idea what the answer was. Getting up she put her stuff up when a knock sounded. Rae opened up the door and saw one of the girls from her hall smiling. "Rae! Hey! I wanted to let you know that we're heading out to go and watch some..." she leaned forward and whispered, "Street Racing...you in?"<br><br>Rae was about to say No, definitely not but instead a bright, "Yeah sure," came out and she was drug along.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 20:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus swore under his breath as he down shifted, that bastard he cut him off and nearly caused him to wreck.&nbsp; He shifted up again taking a short cut, nice thing about this kind of street racing was as long as you kept to the track for the most part, a little short cut here and there didn't matter that much.<br>He shot past two of the leaders, drawing up behind the second place rider.&nbsp; He'd have to figure something out quick to make it past him.&nbsp; He saw his chance, there was a empty lot up ahead that would afford him another chance to break out front.<br><br>He stepped on the gas and turned sharply into the lot, his tired skidding for a moment as he went from pavement to gravel, but he corrected and pushed the throttle down, shooting through the trash and piles of junk.&nbsp; <br>He cut back onto the road just behind the leader.&nbsp; He wasn't going to win this one, but he was at least going to show that jackass who had almost caused him to wreck.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 20:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They should be coming any moment," Rae heard someone say as she waited at the finish line, at the side. Leaning against a building, she wondered why she came along, but hey...it was something to do besides sit in her room and contemplate going out and acting a fool just to have a life. And it also...caused thoughts of Marcus to go away, for now. Well, that was a lie, he was in her brain and working the turnings of her memory but also the constant talking of excited girls and pansy, pumped up young men were good enough.<br><br>"They're coming," Someone screeched and sure enough the cars had made their ways down the back roads and alleys and now they were coming into a district that housed several huge empty warehouses. Rae stepped off of the wall and put her hands in her pockets. Interesting, pretty cars...they would be nice to draw, to paint. She smiled as some people started to scream and jump around in excitement, eager to see their friends or favorites win.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 21:19:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus knew that he wasn't going to win this, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.&nbsp; He slammed the gear shift down again and started to grind right behind the bumper of the leader, if he got lucky make he'd be able to sling shot himself around.&nbsp; But that wasn't to be there was the finish line they all came screaming over the line.&nbsp; He pulled off to the side to make room for the other drivers as they came in behind and the winner started to make doughnuts in the soft gravel of the quarry.<br><br>Marcus stepped out of his car sighing and popping the hood to help cool the engine down, it had been hard race, and he was going to need to double check the sparkplugs something just didn't seem right, and he was worried that maybe he and kicked something up as he cut through that lot.&nbsp; A few of his friends gather around, "You did pretty good man."&nbsp; Marcus just shrugged, and then walked off as the car cooled down there was always free beer to find at these races and he sure could use a drink at the moment.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 21:32:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Marcus got out, Rae's eyes widened. Oh wow. She suddenly remembered the fact that Marcus raced. And he raced well and big. Biting her lip she watched as some friends of his came up and he brushed them off. Ignoring the wails of annoying girls and the laughs and words of cocky racers she watched the red head trail off and get a drink. Her chin lifted a bit and then she took off after him. Slowly she walked up and a few feet away she stopped, "Hey Marcus."<br><br>She smiled at him and her dimples ran deep into her cheeks as she scratched her head, "That car is gorgeous...and you drove pretty well, from what I could see...how are ya feeling?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 22:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus turned a scowl on his face when he heard his name called, but on seeing Rae his face brightened a bit.&nbsp; "Thanks.&nbsp; I'm okay, not happy that I lost but okay."&nbsp; He walked over to her and offered her his arm.&nbsp; "I'm gonna find something to drink.&nbsp; Would you like to walk with me"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Art [TheHatintheCat and Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 22:14:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae's arm looped through his and she smiled, "I would love to." As they went she sighed. "Really sorry you lost by the way, I've got a feeling though it had more to do with your car then your skills." Looking back at his vehicle she watched the smoke float high before she turned forward. "Some girls from the dorm dragged me a long, it's kind of exciting watching you guys race...definitely not at all like Nascar...what do you do after a race anyways?"
			</dd>
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